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Playing Indians

"Let's play white people." Those were the words that started it. Wasula said them to Mato in bed one night while staring pensively up at the sloped ceiling of their tipi. "That's not funny," he told her. "I know," she responded. "I wasn't joking." Mato looked at Wasula askance. The two of them were recently married, and they had fallen deeply into lust with each other. They liked playing games with sex (the having-sex-outside game, the having-sex-with-mouths game, among others) and were looking for a new game. But this roleplay was not exactly what Mato had had in mind. His brow furrowed as he thought about the days and days he and his hunting party had spent hunting buffalo that were no longer there because the settlers had overhunted them. "What kind of fucked up game is that?" He exclaimed. "What do you want me to do, give you smallpox?" He made the last statement with tight-lipped grim humor. "No! I don...
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The Morning After Ch. 03

What time is it? I felt myself thinking before I even opened my eyes. I could feel the sun light trying to stream in through the window that was mostly shut. But more importantly I could feel the big, strong, virile man behind me. Darius and I were lying on our sides, spooning. His big arm was around my chest and cradling me, and my head was resting on his other arm. I could feel his muscular thighs pressed against the back of mine. And besides his steady, deep breathing just behind my ear, I could feel morning wood casually flexing against my thong covered ass cheek and the top of my thigh. I squinted one eye open and grabbed my phone and checked the time. 6 am, great, the conferences don't start til around 9 am. I smiled to myself and let my body press back into his. I felt him stir a little but not wake up. I arched my lower back and pressed my ass against his thick cock. God he was sexy. I thought to myself as I slowly grinded against him. His cock swelling even more. I felt ...
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Bachelor Wife

Greetings all; the characters in my stories exist in my head, but there might be real life inspirations for some of them. Who knows? This is a totally made up love story between a lonely prospector and a pansexual actor, singer, dancer who was performing soul, jazz, blues, and disco music over a hundred and forty years ago. ~~ Friday evening in 1870-something inside Mario's saloon. Tacy was singing a slow soulful rendition of The Arkansas Traveler when a weathered looking man standing at the bar caught her eye. She glanced at him and smiled; he nodded at her. He then waited patiently until she and her four man band finished playing the last song of the set. The drummer, saxophone player, guitar player and pianist left the stage, but she lingered for a few moments to accept tips from men who were no doubt lusting for her. When she finally stepped down onto the saloon floor the outdoorsman approached her and said, "You have a mighty fine singing voice." "Thank you,...
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