Vegan Lunch

Broccoli, perfectly cooked in my waterless pan. It had a nice crunch to it. And a Masala (TM) burger. Which is really mostly potato. And two glasses of almond milk with stevia in it.

Delicious.

Like what happened this morning after I got out of the shower.

Brian Kinney, gay man, extraordinare was in my bed. He wore a towel and a mischievous grin.

Underneath the towel? His giant cock, fully erect and ready for business.

"Aren't you supposed to be gay?"

He shrugged. "You're the one who turned me on to the Sleeping Beauty series. There is no more gay. No more straight," he looked into my eyes, "just sex." He took my hand. "Come with me,"

he said.

We stepped through a door and voila! We were in his loft. "Wow. How'd you do that?"

"In fantasy, everything and anything is possible." He took off my towel and steered me toward the bed.

I got up on the bed and lay on my stomach. His hands gently massaged my back and then his mouth caressed my bottom and he opened my legs. "Up," he said.

I got up on my elbows, bottom in the air. His hand grazed between my legs. "You're so wet," he said and licked me from behind. "Mmm." He then turned me over and licked me again and again, until I could take it no longer.

"Brian."

"Yeah."

"I want to fuck you."

"Not yet," he said, "you need to come one more time-and then, THEN maybe."

"All right."

And so it was. And then, after he'd fucked me, he came all over my stomach and then he licked it off.

"Do you like that?"

"Oh I do."

He was hard again. "May I?" I took him in my mouth and began sucking.

"You're pretty good at that, for a woman."

"Oh, you funny boy! No more gay or straight!"

"Right."

I remain,

Hilda Stinson