“If I wanted a man, I’d be with one,” Quinn explains. I sigh, not wanting to get into an argument about why butches are not men. It seems all we do is argue philosophy and beliefs. “If you like the black woman, go talk to her,” I say. “That’s what we came here for, right?”… Continue Reading
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Don’t Rayne On My Parade; chapter seven, part one
Chapter Seven; Part One “Rayne, got a minute?” It’s Quinn, waiting for me by my desk for the second day in a row. Her skin is wan and her smile is thin, tacked on with more than a dollop of willpower. “Sure, Quinn. Just let me grab a cup of coffee first.” I go downstairs… Continue Reading
Don’t Rayne On My Parade; chapter six, part three
Chapter Six; Part Three “Ok, baby,” I say, touching his cheek. “I’ll do my best.” Paris leans forward and touches my lips with his. He presses his body against mine, and I can feel his hard cock digging insistently into my thigh. It would be so easy to have sex with Paris, and it would… Continue Reading
Don’t Rayne On My Parade; chapter six, part two
Paris has stopped massaging my neck and is slowly stroking it instead. I close my eyes and let the magic of his hands do their work. I am melting under his expert touch—just what I need at the end of a long day. I sigh and let my head drop further forward. Paris is patiently… Continue Reading
Don’t Rayne On My Parade; chapter six, part two
My parents would try to make it better by buying me little treats or whispering in my ear how special I was in my own way. My father would take me for walks, just the two of us, holding my hand so I wouldn’t get lost. We’d stop off in Chinatown to buy some special… Continue Reading
Don’t Rayne On My Parade; chapter six, part one
Chapter Six; Part One I pound on the door with my fist, demanding that Paris open the door. Seven-thirty is never a happy time for me, especially when I hadn’t fallen asleep until one the night before. I’m supposed to be there by eight-thirty which I’ll just make if Paris lets me in this minute. … Continue Reading
Don’t Rayne On My Parade; chapter five, part three
“It sucks,” Billie says hoarsely, slurping at her beer. “She was my girlfriend, you know.” “Really? I thought she was found by her girlfriend,” I say innocently. “Was that you?” I line up for a long table shot and neatly sink the one. The two is on the far rail with the seven in between. … Continue Reading
Don’t Rayne On My Parade; chapter five, part two
“Uh, Rayne? Get to the point?” Vashti breaks into my recitation with impatience. “I do not need to know about every person who is wanting you. I do not have such time.” She is smiling impishly, daring me to defend myself. I ignore her and fast-forward. “Hey there, beautiful.” A harem girl wearing a purple… Continue Reading
Don’t Rayne On My Parade; chapter five, part one
Chapter Five; Part One “So, what happened?” I greet Paris eagerly when I get home from work the next day. The reporters have given up on us, so I don’t have to dodge them any more. A pity, really. I had come up with some pretty creative ways to evade them, and I rather enjoyed… Continue Reading
Don’t Rayne On My Parade; chapter four, part two
Chapter Four; Part Two “She give you a rough time?” He asks as we get into his car. For a moment, I can’t answer. “Why didn’t you tell me you fucked Max?” I blurt out. I didn’t mean to ask him this way, but I can’t get it out of my mind. The thought of… Continue Reading