Max-Megan Pt. 02

Tia felt her eyes opening, then she saw Colleen smiling at her. Her head came forward, and they pressed lips together, gently, holding it, both of them feeling the warmth of their lips. Colleen broke the kiss, with a look of dismay. "If we weren't surrounded by a room full of women, who are now waking up, I'd want to do a lot more to you baby," Colleen whispered, stroking her cheek. "I'd be all over you like a cheap suit, I assure you," Tia agreed, smoothing Colleen's long red hair back. They threw back the covers and quickly got dressed. The viewscreen came to life, and the face of Kal-sek smiled at them. "Good morning ladies, the dining area is ready with a hearty breakfast, enjoy, and our team will be around very soon, to assess your talents, and give you a suitable task to work at." Tia and Colleen could smell the delicious aromas, and at the buffet, another feast awaited them. Scrambled eggs, hash browns, sausages, bacon, waffles, to

This was a piece commissioned by the wonderful Neolime! Make sure to check them out here at 'Neolim'! All characters are over 18 ~ The wind whistled past Aanu's ears, almost blocking the sound of the snow crunching underfoot as she approached the dirt ledge overlooking the icy tundra, and she carefully brushed her messy black hair from her eyes. She made sure to stay low, gripping her spear tightly in her hands, her knuckles whitening with tension. To her left, her hunting partner Eba followed closely, also trying to stay out of sight. The two futas turned to each other, and Aanu grunted, nodding towards the ice plain. Eba looked out and saw their prize: a huge woolly mammoth. They split up, moving forward as they stalked their prey, staying low in the brush. Aanu creeped closer, and closer still, preparing to take the killing blow, before the mammoth turned and yowled, nearly deafening the hunter. She followed the fleeing beast's gaze, and saw Eba's head poking u

When most people think of swingers, a Muslim couple hailing isn't the first image that comes to mind. Take Nora Alwan for example. The six-foot-tall, dark-haired and brown-skinned, curvaceous Somali-Norwegian beauty was born in the City of Oslo, Norway, to a Somali immigrant father, accountant Nabil Alwan, and a Norwegian mother, University of Oslo professor emeritus Christine Schroder. Educated at Oslo Metropolitan University, Nora moved to the City of London, United Kingdom, to pursue a career in modeling and acting. Along the way, Nora became a series regular in the British action comedy series Detective Regina, and met her future husband, Bashir Redmond. It was a match made in heaven. Barrister and solicitor Bashir Redmond, a six-foot-four, broad-shouldered and athletic, ruggedly handsome Afro-British gentleman, was born in Watford, England, to a British father, Barrister Luther Redmond, and a Guinean Muslim immigrant mother, registered nurse Afifi Diallo-Redmond. While atten

Reading about it. Seeing all those videos. Thinking. Daydreaming. I closed out the page mid story; sat back in my chair, and said out loud to no one: "Yeah, I know what comes next. The touching. The kissing. The licks and nuzzles...all leading to..." I shut the laptop cover and sank down in despair. As a really late blooming gay guy (well over the age of my sixth decade) there was little about gay sex I had not learned of and experienced...at least in my head. A bit of self-consciousness about touching and being touched came from early rejections in the real world. Yet my mind and heart ached for a man. Holding him. Being held. His scent filling me with a calm desire to give in to all of my deepest needs. I work at a mid-sized picture framing studio. Customers like me. In that setting, I am friendly, outgoing, even gregarious. No one can tell just how sensitive and withdrawn I feel inside. When he came up to the counter with a bag full of old framed artwork, Todd smiled at

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It was over an hour until the bedroom door opened again. I had heard the chat from the kitchen. I had watched the clock click over the minutes. I had looked outside at the world going by. I had finally wiped the cum off my face with tissues because the smell had gotten too much. I waited and i came down from my sexual high and i fretted. "What the actual fuck was i doing here? I was still dressed in my sister's underwear and waiting for her boyfriend. And... And... I wasn't gay," I told myself. I knew i wasn't attracted to Tony. I had seen a young woman walk down the street and i was instantly drawn to her sexiness: her bum in her tight pants, the sway of her hips, the bulge in the front of her top. I then sat there for a good five minutes deconstructing my thoughts. Did i fancy her? Was she sexy in that way? Didn't I just want to be her? At least have some of the assets that she had? Wasn't that it really? And if i did just want to have her looks then su