queen and light of my life

YOUR TOP SONGS FROM 2014

1. Taylor Swift - Blank Space*

2. Hozier - Take Me To Church

3. Sam Smith - Stay With Me

4. Nicki Minaj - Anaconda

5. Sia - Chandelier

6. Beyonce - Seven eleven

7. Taylor Swift - Shake it off*

8. Charli XCX - Boom Clap

9. Bleachers - I Wanna Get Better

10. Iggy Azalea featuring Charli XCX - Fancy

11. Taylor Swift - Style*

12. Ariana Grande - Break Free [ft. Zedd]

13. Drake - 0 To 100

14. St Vincent - Digital Witness

15. Future Islands - Seasons (Waiting On You)

16. Weezer - Back to the Shack

17. Bobby Shmurda - Hot N*gga

18. Grimes - Go

19. Flying Lotus - Never Catch Me (Feat. Kendrick Lamar)

20. Tinashe - 2 On

21. Kiesza - Hideaway

22. Against me! - True trans soul rebel

23. Jack White - High Ball Stepper

24. ILOVEMAKONNEN feat. Drake - Tuesday

25. Modern Baseball - Your Graduation

26. Beck - Blue Moon

27. Troye Sivan - Happy Little Pill

28. Milky Chance - Flashed Junk Mind

29. The War on Drugs - Red Eyes

30. Caribou - Can’t Do Without You

31. Fall Out Boy - Centuries

32. ODESZA - Say My Name

33. Bleachers - Rollercoaster

34. Aphex Twin - minipops 67 [120.2][source Field Mix]

35. Sylvan esso - Coffee

36. Spoon - Do You

37. Vic Mensa - Down on My Luck*

38. Freddie Gibbs & Madlib - Thuggin

39. Jamie xx - Sleep Sound

40. Alvvays - Archie, Marry Me

41. St. Vincent - Rattlesnake/Huey Newton

42. New Found Glory - Selfless

43. swans - oxygen

44. Beartooth - Body Bag

45. Spoon - Inside Out

46. Jungle - Busy Earnin

47. Saint Pepsi - Fiona Coyne

48. Panda Bear - Mr Noah

49. Iceage - Forever

50. Real Estate - Beneath The Dunes

51. Perfume Genius - Queen

52. rich gang - life style

53. Common - Kingdom (Feat. Vince Staples)

54. Wild Beasts - Wanderlust

55. Future - Move that Dope

56. The Antlers - Palace

57. Vince Staples - Blue Suede

58. Jessie Ware - Tough Love

59. Tycho - Spectre (Bibio Remix)

60. ††† - Bitches Brew

61. Ariel Pink - Put Your Number In My Phone

62. Sohn - Artifice

63. The New Pornographers - Dancehall Domine

64. EMA - Neuromancer

65. SBTRKT - The Light

66. Wye Oak - Glory

67. How To Dress Well - Face Again

68. Marmozets - Why Do You Hate Me?

69. Parquet Courts - Black And White

70. Yumi Zouma - The Brae

71. A.G. Cook - Beautiful

72. Giraffage - Tell Me

73. Benjamin Booker - Violent Shiver

74. Lorde - Yellow Flicker Beat

75. Shakey Graves - Dearly Departed

*Song not available on Spotify. 

“make the princess speak and you will have the crown of kings.”

my knees hurt, as usual, from scrubbing. technically i’m too high of Maid Station to help out with these things, but i like seeing what happens when you clean. the development of things. how a lot of effort can make something. i like learning and trying and working hard to get towards something.

and i’ve seen them, from the back of pillars, from behind cracked doors, from beside her (on the best days) the way they talk to her. oh beautiful won’t you just look at me. oh darling. if you speak i’ll be your prince. if you speak i’ll be your king. 

the princess, i know, finds the lines of suitors boring. it’s in the way her hands are always moving. she hides yawns, leaves early, we make her apologies. once, a man comes and tries to startle her into screaming. she rolls her eyes and looks directly at me. i have to hide my smile behind my sleeve. he is taken away while still screaming.

by accident, i find her once, crying. when we imagine princesses, they always cry daintily. hers is hoarse, angry, and something in it breaks me. in my station i should apologize and bow and leave. instead i am frozen, watching her shoulders heaving.

she looks up and spots me, her cheeks ruddy. i know i should go but instead i make a big show. i act as one of her princes. i make grand gestures and speak in deep voices. i frantically offer her handkerchiefs and trip over my own two feet. a smile crawls up over her, slowly. i dab my sweat away and offer her the used rag. i feign a fluster, turn a terrible cartwheel, make shadow puppets. the sound of her laugh, raw and rusty, sends shivers through me.

for a while, i do not see her after this. but then i am called to her chambers. she is crying again. i offer silly gifts, pebbles and dusting rags and a candlestick from her own kitchen, pretend to steal it, use it as a hat, rock it as a babe. she laughs more easily this time, gladly, and when she laughs i am taken by more important maids, thereby officially Excused.

it goes like this for months. the winter comes. i rarely see her. i spend my week thinking about ways to please her. i knick interesting cookies, show her shiny buttons, learn to cartwheel in a full skirt, and then promptly how to make it look foolish again. i learn how to juggle hot bread and dance as a man would, i learn how to balance on a ball and how to fall down without hurting myself, how to fake a fight with my own body, which colors she likes and which don’t please her.

i show up on a cold eve with a knotted line of scarves hidden down my sleeve, worried and breathless, wondering why she’s been crying. the door opens and she is sitting there, happy. at first i’m confused, but she waves me in. next to her is her small dessert, in two containers. i’m not sure how to respond, so i fake a fall to hear her laugh, and then sit at her feet. she gives me ice cream - so rare a treat. i know what went into making it - the hours of shaking. it’s smooth and tasty. i don’t feign my reaction, but she laughs anyway, kindly. 

it goes like this. i see her more frequently. she likes giving me new things, watching me discover i hate kiwi and love oranges and would die if it made her laugh breathlessly. i’ve made her keel over with cackling and she’s put a fire in me. sometimes we just sit there, quietly, enjoying each other’s company. 

it’s in her hands, always moving. little things i thought were just her, fidgeting. here’s how she says she’s thirsty, this is what her hands do when she needs a second to think, here’s how she shows she’s happy. this is how i learn to speak back to her. around her i spend much of my time smiling. i feel every visit is a gift. a new part to unravel. i find out she doesn’t respond to spoken things, that she needs to be looking in order to know you were speaking. sometimes she has me talk and she holds her hands to the base of my throat, her eyes wide and wondering. sometimes she just looks at me and i forget that i’m her jester in chief. i get caught up in her eyes, in how expressive they are when she’s happy, in how when she’s sad i feel like i’m drowning.

i never see the king or queen, but i know when she’s had a visit with them, because she never comes back happy. two winters i have known her, two winters and now we dine frequently. i am often called to stand beside her, to whisper translations of her desires into the ears of someone more important than i, someone who gets to be the voice of royalty. i can’t decide if i’m her friend or her plaything, but i don’t know i care much of the distinction. every moment i’m near her is a moment free of friction. i take stock of suitors and curtsy to them in daylight only to mock them in the candle’s eye later.

she asks me one night to stay. it has been a bad day. it’s completely not okay. i cannot say no but i cannot, by my station, stay. but she begs with her eyes and her hands and i know i’ll take the punishment. 

we lie beside each other. i make sure to turn to her when i speak. in the dark she can’t see me, so i move my hands in the way i’m learning. she asks if i am ever lonely. i cannot tell her that i am always lonely without her beside me, so instead i say i think all people are very lonely and just are pretending. she laughs a little at that and says she thinks her parents are the two most lonely people that ever met. her mother was like her; broke a fairy curse and talked, just once, although nobody knows what she said. well, excepting her father, who was the only one around, and who won her hand in marriage.

from her mother she learned the art of hands, of speaking without words - from her father she learned that who she was included a curse. that she just wanted someone who would make her open like a rose - someone who could fix her. how she stared out into the royal garden and wished on flowers to be what her kingdom needs.

she fell asleep pressed against me. i couldn’t breathe. i was still awake in the morning. 

the punishment never came. we spent nights like this. the handmaidens had grown to know me. whenever their princess was stubborn, i worked magic and made her lovely.

it was a terrible thing. i did too good a job, i think. the princess glowed too much or shone too brightly - or at least, i saw it that way, so who knows what the truth is. every day it felt like we were being rushed with princes. 

her father’s temper at hosting failed. it was the day before her twenty-first birthday and first time i’d ever seen him. he stormed in at the end of the session. “just speak!” he said, “it’s not that hard! do for others what your mother did!” 

“tomorrow is your last day of this,” he warned her, “either you pick a prince or i pick for you. i’m done with it.”

he stormed off. she was left shellshocked and trembling. that night she didn’t ask me to come, but i waited outside, just in case she changed her mind. i understood why she needed space. either she’d speak and be married tomorrow or she’d be married shortly. i heard her crying and it took everything in my power not to rush in and hold her, cradle her gently. but i cannot come into a room of a royal person without being invited. i stayed there, tears in my own eyes, thinking of treason.

the next day was a huge festival. what had been a birthday celebration was turned into a day about princes. i watched her shake her head. i tried to cheer her up. i tried everything. i frequently came inches from causing public humiliation, toed the line of mocking and failing to acknowledge my station. she wouldn’t smile. not once. not even for anything.

the day was long. the bonfire wore down. i watched her crumple into herself. i was out of ideas. i knelt at her feet. her eyes barely looked at me. just wait, i said to her with my hands, i’ll be right back. i took off running.

the price of stealing is losing my hands. these things that i spoke to her with. these things that mattered so much to me, that helped with my comedy and cleaning. 

i didn’t think of them. i bloodied my fingers when i ripped the royal roses from their stems. and then i ran, as fast as i could, back to her feet. i picked them to show you, i said, as she gasped, looking at my treason, they’re beautiful and nobody told them to open to reveal their secrets to the bees. they are unbroken. as you are. as you always will be. 

she fell off her throne and for a second i was beyond speaking, worried something had happened, or she’d fainted, or i’d said the wrong thing. but then she was on her knees, her arms around me, and i heard it. i heard the soft croak of her speaking. just one word, and it sent shivers down me. my name, in her voice, awkward and unwieldy, but full of love and passion, burning fire through me.

i felt a hand on my shoulder. i was pulled away from her. they already had me in handcuffs while i struggled to get back to her, to tell her i loved her, to beg her to run off with me or maybe just hold me around her, maybe just have her for a moment, because i couldn’t live without her for a moment longer.

they put me in the cells. i rotted in there, for a while or for no time at all, i’m not sure. the thorns scarred my palms. i watched the scabs build up and flake off. every time someone came down, i flinched, wondering if i would be the next to be taken and chopped into bits.

but one day the light was different. not the smoky torch of the jailer, instead a bright light in a lantern. at first when i saw her, my breath caught in my throat, mistaking her for my princess.

but she was my queen. at first we stood in silence. and slowly, i moved my hands to speak. is she married? is what came out, even though i should be more worried about me myself and me.

she is not. she bit her father on the arm when he tried to make her. then she fought him. and then ran away. it took us a bit to find her, i’m afraid. she threatened her own life and the life of everyone in this place. the queen was smiling. i was told there was a young woman who could make the princess speak, whom she would die to save, who brought roses to her feet. someone in a cell, rotting. are you her?

the memory of her voice rang through me. i’m she.

yes, her hands said, for even now, aren’t you speaking to the silent Queen?

she opened the door. come, she said, let’s get you cleaned up for the ceremony.

the crown of kings. when she wraps her arms around my neck and laughs next to me, i am royalty. when she smiles or makes a joke or asks to see my cartwheel again, i’m lost in her. i kiss her whenever i can, which is often. we have roses in a vase at the base of our bed, and for all of the kingdom, i’d give my hands if it would keep her laughing.

the next time she spoke was just once, at our wedding, where she said the two words i do to bind us for eternity. she had learned from me, from holding her hands over my voicebox, the way i learned from her how to use hands to speak. sometimes at night she says my name, just because she likes what it does to me.

i’m more blessed than a king. every day i spend with her is a day i spend happily. 

Honestly i think that if Ouran Highschool Host Club just made the mistake of being ahead of its time. Had it come out recently it would’ve been praised for all the great and nicely subtle things that it included. 

For starters, it had a nonbinary protagonist, Haruhi basically states that they dont care what gender the others see them as. 

Then it goes on to be crammed full of jokes about other shoujo and general anime tropes. yeah other shows do this too, but this one straight up calls out the Harem debauchery tropes in one episode. its great 

not to mention there’s a transvestite character who calls out the stereotypes that surround drag queens, an all girls’ school full of lesbians (which i can attest to is true to real life), points out that the fetishization of gay people is obnoxious and wrong (Renge as a character is shown in a negative light whenever she acts like this), and i just love it. 

I hold this show really close to my heart. i wish it had gotten more seasons. 

  • *person ignores Sirius*
  • Sirius: *sexy hair flip* Fine. Be that way. I didn't need you in my life anyway bitch.
  • *Remus ignores Sirius for like a millisecond*
  • Sirius: *pawing at Remus and trying to climb on him* Remus? Remus no.. don't do this.. don't leave me Remy no. Love me... light of my world, sun of my solar system. DON'T PRETEND I DON'T MATTER ANGEL PIE.
That Night

I had just come out the shower and was now chilling in my boxers. There I was laying in my bed watching the Justice League DVD on a Saturday night while my room mate was out having fun at the club on this rainy night. In my opinion, this was a better way to spend my night instead of going out in the rain to get sick. I am Derek, a slender light skinned black male with brown eyes. I’m not much of a party enthusiast as most in my age category of 18 are but I am human and my dick was starting to make me aware of that fact as it ascended from slumber. If you haven’t guessed already, I’m a virgin. I lowered the TV volume and just as I was about to give it some attention, there was a text notification sound on my phone .

Me (Derek Towers)

My friend AJ hit me up on whatsapp. Now AJ was an attractive guy with an amazing ass and what I had to guess was a pretty good size dick. I could only imagine as I saw the outline once while we were on the beach. AJ was an easygoing fellow about a year older than myself. We met at my job at the hotel where I was a waiter and he was a lifeguard. He was cool and we got along great but he was ridiculously homophobic and there was no way I was going to let him know that I played for both teams.

After our conversation, I still had my little problem. I opened the tumblr app on my phone and scrolled down looking at sexy guys for hours, occasionally watching some porn video. Eventually, I saw a new story by my favorite author @morrisondauthor​ entitled  “Freak by Night 7: Freaky Sneaky.” His stories are always so sexy that I find myself ejaculating before I get to the end. I get so upset when he takes a while to post his stories because they give me life and take me to a world I could never imagine. For some reason, the context usually gets me hornier than the images he uses. I got to the good part and it made me so close to my climax when my phone notification alarmed me. If you haven’t guessed, it was AJ letting me know he got home safely. He went on to tell me about his night and how he had four rounds of sex with his date in her car and she came all 4 times. I was so jealous, I was trying to come once to satisfy myself and he interrupted me boasting about his extravagant time. Now all I had in my mind were images of his sexy ass f***ing her sexy ass in the car and my vivid imagination made me ten times hornier. I had to get my nut so I told him the truth.

Me: You got your nut now I’m going to work on mine

Him: With Pamela? 😂😂😂 Night. Don’t forget the jergens.

I didn’t dignify him with a response. Instead I went to the living room and sat in the couch with nothing on but my boxer briefs. My dick stuck fully erect through the hole in my boxers and I jacked away once again replaying Morrison’s story in my head imagining it was me coming down the stairs to a sexy surprise. The sound of the thunderstorm outside with sprinkles of rain violently pelleting the window fueled my hormones and I could feel my balls ready to release the seed from their constraints. Suddenly there was a loud crash at my doorstep synonymous with a lightning bolt outside which ignited fear into my heart and caused me to forget that I was horny. Cautiously I approached the door and peered through the peep hole to notice nobody standing in the hallway. Still my curiosity wouldn’t let me rest so I opened the door ready to put my self defense skills to the test if I needed it. Imagine my disappointment when I viewed my roommate, Kevin wet from head to toe lying at our doorstep in the fetal position. He appeared to be highly intoxicated and since he doesn’t have a car, I can only assume that a Good Samaritan literally dropped him at the door. As the epinephrine wore off, I started to realize that I was once again disturbed from achieving my natural high.

Even though I was upset, I couldn’t leave him there like that so I dragged him inside. Like AJ, Kevin was straight, usually requesting that I keep the “gay shit” to myself. Yes, he knew about me. I’ve known him since we were kids because we were neighbors and grew up living in each other’s homes. When I found out that I had a taste for both girls and boys, I was around 13 and Kevin was the only person I told at the time. His reaction to the news could have been better. He called me a faggot and stormed out of my house. We didn’t speak for weeks afterward. Eventually he came to me randomly one day and apologized. I couldn’t forgive him and asked him to leave letting him know just how much he hurt me. He didn’t give up though and proved himself from that day forth that he wanted to be my best friend again. He fought off bullies, walked with me home from school and acted like the friend he was before I told him. I forgave him after a while and we were boys again. He constantly tries to get me to go out and drink with him but like I said before, I really don’t have a taste for it. We got this apartment when we moved to Florida for college and we get along well despite his occasional battles with alcoholism. Even so, it’s never been this bad.Kevin loved the gym and he worked out every weekday evening at 5 and went jogging every morning at 6. He took his physical health very seriously which is why I never understood why he drank alcohol. He also managed to maintain above average grades for his track and field scholarship at UCF.

Kevin Dill

I lifted Kevin off the floor and even though he was rather heavy, got him to the bathtub and removed the wet clothes from his barely responsive body. I haven’t seen him naked since we took baths together as kids but when I saw his naked body I had to step back and admire the marvelous muscular masterpiece. My eyes wandered to his dick which wasn’t even hard yet his uncircumcised attachment was 7 inches long and fatter towards the base. I finally snapped back into reality left to get a glass of warm water and an empty bucket in case he vomited. I ran some warm water in the bathtub and thoroughly bathed him. I couldn’t believe I was cleaning a grown man, but I didn’t want him to go into hypothermia. Not only was he drunk, but he was also wet from the cold rain. He started to gain a reasonable level of consciousness.

“Derek? What are you doing?”

“You’re drunk and cold just relax and drink this.”

I gave him an aspirin and the glass of warm water and watched him take it.

“I’m naked”

“I know”

“Why?”

“You were wet and unconscious”

“You couldn’t let me sleep it off?”

“I’m sorry would you rather get a cold or die from dehydration and hypothermia?”

He sucked his teeth, “you didn’t have to remove my boxers.”

“Hey if it’s wet it comes off.”

“Get out,” he said covering his private area.

“Nope, you could pass out at any minute. Look, I already lifted your heavy ass in here, removed your clothes by myself then took my bare hands and wiped your dirty ass. In fact it was my hands that peeled back your foreskin and cleaned your penis. It’s a little too late for modesty.”

He was speechless so I said, “What’s that on the floor? Pick it up you’re making a mess.”

He looked down, “What? What are you talking about?”

“Your bottom lip, now get out the tub and come dry off”

“Ha Ha…very funny,” he sarcastically mumbled as he stumbled out the bathtub.

I was right there to catch him with a towel and prevent him from falling. I began to dry his body when he smartly remarked, “I can do it myself you know”

I removed my body support and he dropped to the ground barely breaking his fall with his forearms.

“I thought you had it.”

“Help me up”

“Help me up what?”

“Help me up please”

“Help me up please what?”

“D’, I’m not saying that”

“Ok,” I began to leave the room.

“Fine, Please help me up Supreme Overlord Towers”

“No problem.” I helped him up and noticed he had an erection.

“Friend of yours?” I teased.

“Shut up!”

I assisted him to his bedside and helped him slide on his boxers.

“I feel so embarrassed,” he admitted

“Why? It’s just us here, chill.”

“This is not fair. You’ve seen me naked now and I even got hard,” he slapped his face in embarrassment.

“We used to bathe together all the time, washing each other’s backs and laughing at each other’s nakedness. What’s the big deal?”

He couldn’t make eye contact and stayed quiet so after sucking my teeth, I slid off my boxers, threw them to the side and danced around in a circle wagging my dick from left to right.

“Woah!” He exclaimed.

“Now I don’t have on anything. Are you happy now?”

He laughed hysterically, “that’s not what I meant.”

“Go to bed.” I helped him lay down and covered him with a warm blanket.

I turned around to leave but to my surprise, he grabbed my hand, “Please, don’t leave me again.”

“Again? I never left you.”

He burst into tears, “yes you did. When I called you by that word and you got upset with me, I didn’t know what to do with myself. I never wanted to lose my best friend. Those were the hardest months of my life, I never even cried over a girl like that.”

Confused, all I could say was, “This must be the alcohol talking.” I turned to leave again.

“Please!” He shouted.

“Okay, okay, just don’t yell like that again. The neighbors are sleeping.”

“Sleep here tonight.”

“If that would make you feel better, fine, but don’t vomit on me please.” I went to the corner to get my boxers.

“You don’t need those.”

Once again, confused but internally contented. I happily obliged, turned off the light went on the other side of his queen sized bed, pulling the covers over my exposed body.

“Good night.”

“Good night.”

The sound of rain pattering on the window echoed in the room and I was falling asleep. Unexpectedly, I felt a warm gentle touch on my dick that slammed the emergency brake of the train to dreamland. My dick was being massaged by none other than my best friend. I silently protested in my head not wanting to disturb the amazing sensation I was feeling which caused me to leak pre-ejaculation fluid. My brain finally gained control and I managed to stop him.

“Wait, what are you doing?”

“Shh. Just let it happen.”

“Now you sound like a rapist. This has to be the alcohol affecting you. You are not in your right frame of mind.” I got up and as I was standing up to leave, he pulled my hand and I landed supine right on the side of him. He lay against me leaning on his side I could see the shadow of his head in front of me and I could feel he was staring at me. Lightning flashed and I saw the look in his eyes that paralyzed me for that moment. I felt the heat radiating from his head increasing in intensity as he slowly approached my face. I felt like Chris from Get Out in the hypnosis scene, helplessly watching this happen through the windows of my eyes. When the eternity passed and he connected with my lips, the curtains closed but I could sense the brightest flashes of lightning outside. I regained control and participated in the best kiss of my life. Opening our eyes and pulling apart met us with nature’s fireworks applauding our performance.

“Wow,” we chorused.

He grabbed my body and brought me into a passionate make out session, rubbing his well toned body against mine allowing me to once again feel it’s shape, this time against my own. He went down to the left side of my neck and started sucking on it while rubbing his hands all over my back down to my bare ass. I hate hickeys but the euphoria was too intense to stop. I felt electricity flowing through my body as he continued. He kissed his way down to my left nipple and I expressed a soft moan. It felt like there was a string directly attached to the pleasure nerves in my dickhead. He continued kissing down my abs until he got to my pubic hairs and he got up. My eyes opened reacting to the sudden pause. We breathed deeply and synchronized.

“I never did anything with a dude before,” he admitted

“I’m still a virgin,” I countered.

“I know.”

I felt my face blush with embarrassment only to be aroused with pleasure at the immediate moist warm sensation that came from the head of my dick. Did he really just put my dick in his mouth? I looked down and he continued down the nine and a half inch solid shaft managing to get half of it in his mouth. That was the most mind blowing feeling in my life.

“You sure you never did this before?”

He chuckled and continued up and down repetitively sending me to a new level of heaven. He paused again and I couldn’t handle any more suspense. I reversed our positions and did exactly as he did to me in the same sequence. I thought my reaction was intense but as I sucked his neck his hands went all over my body and their favorite place was my ass. I worked my way to his nipples and he let out the sexiest deep moan that I couldn’t compare to all my years of watching porn. It send jolts through my body causing me to be extra turned on. I couldn’t take it anymore, I had to know what that dick tasted like. I skipped his abs and went straight to his pubic hairs which like mine were short lavishing in the musk they produced. I licked his dick from the base along the underside to the tip where I licked around the head tasting the pheromones produced. I experimented sticking my tongue in the entrance and he jumped.

“That was intense!” he smiled

I continued taking his head in my throat and he rewarded me with another deep moan. I continued my assault down the shaft attempting to go as far as I could. I made it as far as about 3 inches when ii felt my teeth hit his skin and I pulled back thinking about how much that hurt.

“Easy with the teeth baby”

Baby? If I wasn’t black I’m sure my face would be an apple right now. I tried again, this time opening my mouth as wide as I could and I made it down 5 inches of his eleven before I started to choke and retreat for air. He moaned again and that made me determined to get to the base. I went for it again this time holding my breath and swallowing as I went down fighting hard to resist the urge to cough. I think I made it as far as 9 inches that time but it was as far as I could possibly go. He let out another deep moan lasting longer than any of the predecessors.

“Damn baby no girl ever committed to going that far down.”

I was happy to satisfy him but after that I went up and down taking in only what I could manage, slobbering all over that sexy tool of his. After a few minutes, he pulled my head up and lead me in another intense kiss.

“I want to make love to you baby.” He stared intimately at me.

“How?”

“I want to fuck you.”

“You gotta let me fuck you too”

“No way I’m letting you anywhere near my ass with that thing.” He protested

“And I’m supposed to let you in mine?”

“Yeah but I love you and I want to prove it to you by taking your virginity.”

“I love you too and you can prove your love by letting me fuck you and take your virginity as well”

“I’m not a virgin.”

“Your ass is.”

“You always did have a smart mouth. It’s one of your most attractive qualities.”

“Well, the ball is in your court”

“Ugh….Okay, just go easy on me please.”

“I could say the same.”

“Okay turn over.”

“Umm no. We need to do a couple things to prepare first”

“We? Things like what?”

“Yes we! Come on, I’ll show you”

I went in my bedroom and grabbed my fleet. It’s a good thing I got two new bottles just in case a miracle happened. Didn’t think I’d get to use them so soon. I researched online how to prepare a long time ago and even practiced a couple of times. I taught Kevin what to do and after a while we were ready. We returned to his bedroom and turned his desk lamp on dimly. The patter of the rain was the only sound for a brief moment.

“That felt wierd,” he complained.

“Well there’s one more step we have to take,” I handed him the tube of lube.

“Hold on no need to rush just yet, I want to taste that ass first,” He kissed me intently then moved both of my legs up and attacking my asshole like it was his last meal. I don’t know which was better, that blowjob or the other level he was sending me to while he ate me. I felt his tongue go places that I didn’t know anything could. All of a sudden, I had this epileptic episode I couldn’t control. I was so weak after he finally finished with me. He grabbed the lube and inserted a finger inside my hole to open me up. He worked his second finger in there. and was about to enter.

“You better go up to 4 fingers, that thing is huge”

The third finger hurt like pins and needles. and the fourth was even worse. I really thought I was bleeding. He waited until I was comfortable, somehow managing to remain hard during the entire exercise. I guess he was as horny as I was. He entered me in the missionary position and I felt a sudden sharp pain as he passed my sphincter that sent kilojoules of electricity through my body. I cried and wanted to stop but he held me down and comforted me,

“Relax baby, just relax.”

I took slow deep breaths until the pain eased and he did not move. He waited until I was comfortable before he continued penetrating me at a steady pace. He didn’t go all the way in but he started a slow rhythm with about three inches of his massive meat. He only went further when I was in agreement. I stopped the rhythm and pushed him on his back without severing our connection. Gently I lowered myself onto his rod taking inch by inch until to my surprise, I fit the whole thing in there. I was so proud I almost didn’t notice the euphoric look on Kevin’s face.

“Damn baby, you sexy as f***,” he complimented.

I began a steady rhythm on him and I could feel him hitting my spot every time. Our session went on for a while. We went in every position we could imagine possible until he had me on my belly leaning against the edge of the bed drilling me.

“Hold on baby, you’re going to make me come,” I warned.

“That’s the plan baby,” he smirked.

I realized what he was trying to do and used every will power I had to stop myself from coming and resist him, ending that part of our session.

“You think you’re slick. I’m f***ing your ass tonight.” I retaliated.

He had a look of disappointment on his face but he lie back, removed his condom and succumbed to my wishes. He lie on his back rolling his eyes and pulled his leg up to reveal the prettiest pink spot I’ve ever seen in my life (only one I saw in person but it didn’t compare to anything in porn). I had to treat something so precious with the utmost care. I gently licked it for a few minutes before I let my tongue explore every delicious crevice of his ass it could reach. I imagine his ass would taste like ass but his was surprisingly sweet. I stuck my tongue inside and was shocked when I heard a deep moan escape his lips. I guess he was enjoying this as much as I was. I continued until I tasted something extra sweet and when I looked at it, it was a white fluid. I think he came from his ass. Damn I made him cream from eating him. I couldn’t believe it. His ass was moister than my tongue and I tasted as much as I could before grabbing the bottle of lube. I didn’t think I’d need it but I did not want to hurt him nor did I want him to chicken out. I inserted 2 of my fingers and they went in without a struggle. I had to fight with the third and fourth because his ass had a constant death grip on them. I positioned myself for entry and took it slow with him, exercising as much care as he did me. Like myself, he seemed to experience discomfort with the infiltration of the head. So I repeated the process and let him get used to it. After a while, he told me to go ahead. I started a slow rhythm  and carefully eased inch by inch into him until i was working 5 inches inside him. Without warning, he reversed the situation and put himself on top like I did. He started riding me. I was speechless but it felt so good when he slammed all the way down onto my dick taking all of it. He looked so sexy, I watched as his pecks vibrated and his ass jiggled moving up and down on me. He was so sexy I wanted to cry at the beauty I was beholding. His mouth was wide open and his eyes closed with his head tilted back moaning. He was enjoying this as much as I was. Once again we had another session with multiple positions until I was backshotting him. He creamed on my dick again throughout the experience. It felt so good, I knew I would climax soon.  He tried to run but I managed to pull him back every time. He said it was too intense and he couldn’t take much more, begging me to cum.

“What’s my name?”

“Derek”

“Wrong!” I violently pounded him.

“What’s my name?”

“I don’t know.” He cried.

“Yea you do,” I pounded harder, “what’s my name?”

“Supreme (moan) Overlord (moan) Towers,” he cried out in pleasure. With those words, 2 weeks of tension building erupted into the condom flooding it with life fluid. I came for a minute straight. I didn’t even know that was possible. The condom had the most cum I’ve ever seen in my life inside and I have know idea how all that fit in there. I looked down to see that Kevin came too. His sheets were soaked in his liquid release. There was so much I was sure he produced more than I did. We struggled to catch our breaths for bout five minutes. It was still raining and we took a shower together and had another make out session. We dried off and went to my room in our birthday suits. He spooned me and we had a long intense discussion even though it was now 3 in the morning.

“I wanted to do that for a long time,” he admitted.

“Why didn’t you?”

“I was afraid.”

“Of what? I’m your best friend.”

“I don’t know. I panicked that day you told me and the reason I freaked out is because I didn’t know how to react. I developed feelings for you and didn’t know how to express myself.”

“All these years and you wait until now to tell me. So what now?”

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Disclaimer: Persons in the images used are not necessarily as the story describes do not reflect their character or sexuality. They are a mere depiction of each character’s features. However if there is a problem, please write me and they will be replaced by similar entities

© I. Black 2017

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ghost radio

songs left for us by the dearly departed

{listen here}

i. the ghost song jim morrison/ ii. back to black amy winehouse/ iii. all along the watchtower jimi hendrix/ iv. light my fire the doors/ v. valerie amy winehouse/ vi. let’s get it on marvin gaye/ vii. me and bobby mcgee janis joplin/ viii. stand by me john lennon/ ix. peace frog the doors/ x. space oddity david bowie/ xi. good old-fashioned lover boy queen/ xii. peggy sue buddy holly/ xiii. the ballad of john and yoko the beatles/ xiv. my way frank sinatra/ xv. these days nico/ xvi. say yes elliott smith/ xvii. pink moon nick drake/ xviii. sunday morning the velvet underground/ xix. life on mars? david bowie/ xx. imagine john lennon

Steven Universe Sentence Starters !

Most of these are songs, but some are quotes. You’re welcome to change the pronouns as you see fit!

  • “If every pork chop were perfect, we wouldn’t have hot dogs.”
  • “Love at first sight doesn’t exist, love takes time and love takes work.”
  • “All comedy is derived from fear.”
  • “Who cares how I feel? How you feel is bound to be much more interesting.”
  • “I never asked to be made!”
  • “I love cookie cat!”
  • “All I wanna be is someone who’s seen a giant woman.”
  • “Why do you have to look up to her?”
  • “I’m telling you for your own good and not because I’m-… jealous.”
  • “I can show you how to be strong in the real way.”
  • “I didn’t even get to know my Mom!”
  • “Squared pizza?! This place is evil!”
  • “I’m not like the other guys.”
  • “In this whole wide world there’s no one like you.”
  • “Could this night get any better?!”
  • “Isn’t it such a beautiful night?”
  • “Let yourself just be whoever you are.”
  • “We’re on the run.”
  • “Wish that I could see that there’s no better place than home…”
  • “I don’t care about what all the others say!”
  • “You people have too much money.”
  • “Well she’s a rip tide queen and she’s super mean.”
  • “I just showed them I don’t got the stuff.”
  • “I tried so hard to fly but I was thrown.”
  • “Have a little faith in me!”
  • “I just wanted to help…”
  • “Some… say I have no direction. That I’m a light speed distraction…”
  • “This is the final frontier.”
  • “Life in the stars is all I’ve ever known.”
  • “I know in my heart it’s been worth it all of the while.”
  • “They’re playing sword. Oh sorry, they’re playing with swords. Oh no they’re bleeding. And they’re dead. Don’t call again.”
  • “Oh! Um… I don’t exactly… eat.”
  • “Is that a weapon?”
  • “Welcome to earth.”
  • “Do you believe in destiny?”
  • “Close your eyes and leave the rest to me.”
  • “What are you doing here?”
  • “What are you doing to me?”
  • “You’re wearing that tee shirt!”
  • “What can I do for you?”
  • “What can I do that no one else can do?”
  • “You are so much fun~”
  • “I hadn’t planned on finding you… quite this entertaining~
  • “I like playing along~”
  • “I can’t believe I just got that on video!”
  • “Quit embarrassing yourself!”
  • “I’ve seen who you really are…”
  • “I ain’t gonna follow your rules.”
  • “Let’s go, just me and you.”
  • “Go ahead and try to hit me if you’re able.”
  • “I think you’re just mad cause you’re single~”
  • “I am made of love.”
  • “I’m stronger than you.”
  • “I won’t let you hurt my friends!”
  • “This is who I am.”
  • “I don’t want that for you…”
  • “What if somehow you get hurt?!”
  • “I have to protect you…”
  • “You’re better not knowing the trouble I’m in.”
  • “You don’t have to be a part of this; I don’t think I want you to be.”
  • “I don’t want you to worry about where I just was or what I just saw.”
  • “You don’t need this… You don’t need me.
  • “C’mon and share this jam with me!”
  • “I’d do it for you.”
  • “I’d do it for him/her.”
  • “Balance is the key.”
  • “Keep your eyes on me.”
  • “Concentrate! Don’t you want him/her to live?!”
  • “Just try and think about the life you’ll have… together after the war!”
  • “When you live for someone you’re prepared to die.”
  • “Maybe you’re better off with him/her…”
  • “I think he’s/she’s better for you.”
  • “I guess I got carried away…”
  • “Is there something I can do to make it up to you?”
  • “I see a tower built out of my mistakes and it all comes crashing down…”
  • “I don’t wanna do this!”
  • “I can’t help it if I make a scene~”
  • “I’ve got a pair of eyes that they’re getting lost in~”
  • “Everybody needs a friend and I’ve got you and you and you! So many I can’t even name them, can you blame me? I’m too famous~”
  • “Haven’t you noticed I’m a star?”
  • “What do I do with all this money, when all I want is you?”
  • “How do I spend all this money? I’d rather just spend time with you.”
  • “Let’s go to _____!!! And let’s bring _____!!!!”
  • “100 bucks? Gee thanks!”
  • “Dance with me!”
  • “NO!!!”
  • “After all those years I never thought I’d lose…”
  • “It’s over, isn’t it?”
  • “You won and he/she chose you…”
  • “Now they’re gone…”
  • “Who am I now in this world without him/her?!”
  • “What does it matter?! It’s already done!”
  • “Why don’t you talk to each other?”
  • “I know you’re trying to avoid it, but I don’t know why.”
  • “You might not believe it, but you’ve got a lot in common. You really do.”
  • “You both love me and I love both of you.”
  • “If I were you, I’d hate me too.”
  • “I don’t hate you…”
  • “I now you both need it, someone who knows what you’re going through.”
  • “_____ don’t cost nothing.”
  • “Don’t tell me, sing me!”
  • “Look at everything you do. Look at everything you are. It’s incredible, as incredible as you.”
  • “It’s a full time job admiring all the ways that you’re inspiring.”
  • “I think I need a little change.”
  • “I always did believe that love is all you need to be a happy man/woman.”
  • “Here comes a thought.”
  • “If I could begin to be half of what you think of me, I could do about anything, I could even learn how to love.”
  • “I’d like to learn how to love like you.”
  • “I always thought I might be bad now I’m sure that it’s true; Cause I think you’re so good, but I’m nothing like you.”
  • “Look at you go! I just adore you! I wish that I knew what makes you think I’m so special…”
Ashley's Alphabetical Prompts

“At least you weren’t stabbed, because hello, I am bleeding.”

“Before you say that, let me pretend to be listening to music.”

“Can I make you stay?”

“Don’t touch that! You never listen!”

“Even I can see that, and I’m blind.”

“For once in your life, can you just not mess this up?”

“Great, fantastic, I’m so amazingly happy.”

“How about we scratch your plan and do this instead?”

“Imagine this, a world where fries fell from the sky. Cool, right?”

“Just kidding, I really don’t care.”

“Kill me, go ahead, don’t be upset if some very bitter people come after you, though.”

“Like, what if I did love you?”

“Man, I’m getting tired of this saving the world bullshit.”

“Nope. That’s a nope from me, goodbye.”

“Oh well, don’t mind me, I’m just enjoying the show.”

“Please, spare me the tears. I know where this is going, I’ll help you.”

“Queens don’t cry, remember?”

“Right then, that’s when I realized I was screwed.”

“So…who’s up for food?”

“Thank you, for you know, stopping him.”

“Ursula! From that Disney movie, The Little Mermaid? That’s who you look like.”

“Very glad you felt the need to share that quite personal information with me.”

“Where in the hell is my sister?”

“Xylophones are my comfort instrument.”

“You are the light of my life.”

“Zebras are such a cool animal, am I right? The stripes are on point.”

THE SIGNS AS ELECTRA HEART LYRICS

Aries: Think you’re gonna break my heart. Think you’re funny, think you’re smart. Yeah, you may be good looking, but you’re not a piece of art. - “Power and Control”

Taurus:  Yeah, I wish I’d been a, wish I’d been a teen, teen idle. Wish I’d been a prom queen fighting for the title. Instead of being sixteen and burning up a bible, feeling super, super suicidal. - “Teen Idle”

Gemini:  I guess you could say that my life’s a mess, but I’m still looking pretty in this dress. I’m the image of deception. - “Homewrecker”

Cancer:  Lies, don’t wanna know, don’t wanna know, oh. I can’t let you go, can’t let you go, oh. I just want it to be perfect, to believe it’s all been worth the fight. - “Lies”

Leo: Living life like I’m in a play, In the lime light I want to stay. I know I’ve got a big ego. I really don’t know why it’s such a big deal, though. - “Primadonna”

Virgo:  I never sang for love. I never had a heart to mend because before the start began, I always saw the end. Yeah, I wait for you to open up, to give yourself to me, but nothing’s ever gonna give, I’ll never set you free. - “Starring Role”

Libra:  I’ll chew you up and I’ll spit you out ‘cause that’s what young love is all about. So pull me closer, and kiss me hard. I’m gonna pop your bubblegum heart. - “Bubblegum Bitch”

Scorpio:  Born with a void, hard to destroy with love or hope. Built with a heart, broken from the start, and now I die slow. - “Valley of the Dolls”

Sagittarius:  When you’re around me, I’m radioactive. My blood is burning, radioactive. I’m turning radioactive. My blood is radioactive. My heart is nuclear, love is all that I fear. - “Radioactive”

Capricorn: And now I see, I see it for the first time, there is no crime in being kind. Not everyone is out to screw you over. Maybe, oh just maybe they just wanna get to know you. - “Fear and Loathing”

Aquarius: All my life I’ve felt it deep inside of me. All this time was fighting for what I believe. All my life I’ve tried to hide what history has given me. - “Sex Yeah”

Pisces:  All I really want is to be wonderful. People in this town they, they can be so cruel. I live my life inside a dream, only waking when I sleep. If I could sell my sorry soul, I would have it all. - “The State of Dreaming”

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This is one of my favorite Bob Marley interviews. Many people acknowledge Bob Marley only because he smoked weed and was an advocate for it, but not for his passionate music and his passion for life and freedom for all people. He was humble. He didn’t care about riches or fame; he cared about his soul and living life to bring light. I can’t say I’m a huge reggae fan, but Bob Marley is in my top 3 favorite artists of all time. Today is his birthday and I am so thankful that he was sent to this world to make it a brighter place for the 36 years that he was here. Happy birthday to the icon, the legend, the humanitarian, the “Father of Reggae” and the Rasta, Bob Marley ❤️

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