April 2010
““It’s very dear to me, the issue of gay marriage. Or as I like to call it:...”
– Liz Feldman (via jennipoos) (via porncull) (via sexisnottheenemy)
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Vera Character study
Describe your character:
Vera Rodete is about 5’6, with a slight pear shaped body. She is smaller chested, and rounder about the hips and thighs. Her skin is the color of hot chocolate and just as smooth. Her hair is short, reaching about to her chin, and kinky-curly. Her face is round and warm and she has a beautiful smile. He lips are full and wide, her eyes are round and long lashed, and her...
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Quil character study
Describe your character: Quil Minykiv is about 5’11, with a slender, bony build. He has dirty blonde hair, just brushing his shoulders, the is shaggy and curly and just generally unruly. His skin is milk pale, just like his mom’s and his right eye is blue grey. His left eye is filmed over with scar tissue, put out as a punishment for lying to one of the seelie. His body is painfully thin, the...
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“In an age of constructed sexualities, a new type of constructed being is claiming our attention. She identifies as female. Let us call her, like earlier heroines of feminist history, Cloe. Neither straight nor gay, is also not bisexual, at least not by the traditional, still current, sense of the word-pregenderized, polymorphously perverse, or simply sexually undecided, uncommitted, and...
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Withdraw
The sounds of retching echoed of the bathroom walls. Ira swept the sweat soaked blonde curls away from the boy’s face.
“I fucking hate you, you mother fucking son of a bitch,” Quil groaned, leaning his head against the cool porcelain. He panted, trying to compose himself after his last round of dry heaving.
“I know,” Ira said calmly, for the hundredth time in the last few hours. He reached up,...
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Heated
WARNING: 18+ This contains graphic f/f sexual content. In other words, Caution, their be lady porns ahead!
It was hotter than hell out today.
Tori knew it had been a mistake to ride the Harley. She thought she would die of heat stroke by the time she finally got back. She parked the bike in the garage, then threw her helmet on the work bench. Her long red hair felt heavy and sticky with sweat as...
Scars
“This one?”
“A bike accident at my dad’s house when I was twelve.”
Quil smiled, tracing his finger’s over the shiny upraised patch of skin on Ira’s knee. He lay on his side, in their bed, so close to the other man’s body he cold feel the heat.
“My turn,” Ira said, propping his head up on an elbow.
He eyes roamed on the pale flesh of his lover’s body. Quil was dressed in nothing but Ira’s thin...
