Sample a preview of my newest completed manuscript. This is unedited.
Outside, on the dark streets, a noisy mob of proud revelers overflowed the intersection of East Colfax and North Pearl. Thousands of Denver celebrators of Gay Pride milled the queer sidewalks, which had been closed by the police to auto and bus traffic for the night.
Many, if not most, in outfits ranging from skimpy g-strings to elaborate concoctions of complete disguise by drag queens. It was close to midnight, and the annual street party had been winding up for several hours; it’ll be nearly dawn before it’s completely wound down.
Inside, on the white sheets of a double bed, in the open windows of an upstairs street-corner flat, two women were in the throes of sexual passion. Zella, supine in the center of the bed, lay sweat-glossed and nude with her knees bent. A redhead kneeled on the bed between the other’s legs, wearing nothing but a silicon coral-pink cock, which matched her name: Coral.
She pounded away, banging her hips on the back of Zella’s thighs. The perspiring recipient twisted on the bed, tossing her head from side to side, grasping at the tangled bedsheet with one hand, her other gripping the pillow behind her.
“Oh. O-o-o-h. Yes. Fuck me! Harder.”
Coral did what was asked, slamming faster into the folds surrounded by Zella’s golden, fleecy, manicured pubes.
“Now. Oh, God. Oh. Fuck.”
Coral had to hold in her laughter, as she never understood how women were so vocal in bed.
“I’m going to come. Oh, O-o-o-oh! Jez!” Zella’s entire body shook as her pelvis tightened around Coral’s coral cock. “Wow! Oh, wow!”
Zella arched her back and narrow hips off the bed, flopping her head—her beautiful face in a grimace of total, if not pained, ecstasy. Her outstretched hands clutched at the bedsheet and pillow.
That was Coral’s cue to slowly pull out. She leaned back, her legs tucked under her butt as she unhooked the straps from around her legs and pulled the coral dildo up to her mouth. She loved the taste of women on her cock, giving it a blow-job instead of rinsing it in the sink.
Zella relaxed back onto the bed, releasing the sheet and pillow, her head turned firmly to one side. Then she fell absolutely still and silent. This was the part of sex Coral loved most: when a woman is spent.
After several long moments licking the cream-covered cock over the quiet blonde woman, Coral rose from the bed and moved across the darkened room to the apartment door.
After a quick glance over her shoulder, more like a hesitation, Coral pulled the door open, silhouetted by a brightly lit hallway crowded with noisy, chattering queens in drag. Loud club music throbbed, and some of the party-goers danced in the narrow channel. Two bizarre, genderfuck, drag kings attempt to charm Coral, who wore absolutely nothing.
“Well, hello, you fabulous-looking creature,” gushed one of them.
“Oh damn, girl. My packer is getting hard. You do look scrumptious enough to eat.”
Coral ignored the attentions of the garish pair and pulled the door closed, returning to the room. The party sounds muffled as soon as the room was sealed again.
On the window-lit bed of tangled white sheets, the supine, still-damp blonde still laid unmoving, her face passive and relaxed, eyes closed, and mouth slightly agape. Sepia droplets glistened like dew across Zella’s faded tan line.
On the street below, the crowds, which were swelling with pride, continued to mill and flow. In a dim recessed doorway of the building across was a dark-haired woman relaxing against the wall, silently observing the celebrators passing by in a steady stream of queerness.
At first glance into the shadows, she appeared to be just another goth chick, garbed as usual in black jeans and a jacket. But upon closer scrutiny, there’s something foreign, perhaps old-European, about the woman with her long, wavy black hair. And this foreignness was particularly suggested by her dark skin and sassy pumps. The dark figure was no ordinary gothic seductress.
When she inhaled deeply on the cigarette, the rosy glow of ash lit up her face enough to momentarily reveal her high-cheeked, exotic features. It was a mesmerizing countenance. One seen before but unremembered. The slowly exhaled smoke was intoxicating, stirring more than a blush.
A tingle in the nether region had formed again. Coral glanced behind her again, seeing if Zella was ready for another round. She sighed as Zella snored off into dreamland.
Up Colfax Street, threading through the crowd, came a trio of giggling girls, arms linked. They don’t particularly stand out at a party where being seen is a requirement. Two are clones. Probably not twins, but they’d be hard to tell apart in the heat of the moment. Their dress was feminine, total bottoms, looking for a cute boi for the night. The third woman—a blonde whose unconcealed gorgeous features could sell Winstons to a non-smoker—was a cowgirl for the night. Denim cut-offs, boots, and a hat to match. She’s unsteady in her walk, not drunk, just not used to wearing Tony Lamas.
Despite the cool June chill that evening, she wore a skimpy fringed chamois vest over her lanky bare torso, ambered by a summer tan. Very convincing in her fantasy persona that special summer evening.
When the DoubleMint twins and their cowgirl companion ambled their way up the sidewalk alongside a particular doorway, the Stetson-wearing blonde woman looked toward the darkened recess at the same moment. A low glow of a cigarette being inhaled illuminated the mysterious woman lounging there.
She smiled uncertainly, almost apologetically, and moved in tow on up the street. But after a few paces, she pulled loose from her companions and stopped, turning to look back toward the doorway.
It seemed empty, at least, from where she stood in the middle of the crowded sidewalk. The blonde seems like she can’t determine if anyone was still in the foyer, lurking and concealed by the shadows.
At the shouted urgings of her friends in their matching daisy-dukes and tank tops, the blonde continued on her way. As the trio merged with the gaggle of queers in the streets, the mysterious woman stepped down onto the sidewalk and followed.