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“Jessie Colter writes:

So this post is really hard for me to make, but I feel I must be brave. Not only for myself but for others like myself. This morning I was assaulted by a client. Actually it was two men claiming to want my services. It’s no secret I’m a sex worker. I won’t go into details. But I managed to fight them both off and escape pretty much unscathed. I’m still shook up. I’ve reported the incident. Just know I’m safe and I’m ok. As for my sex worker friends. There is a white supremacist rally this weekend here in SF. Please be cautious and do what you must to insure your safety. I’m very lucky it wasn’t any worse than it was. I’m a big guy but that doesn’t mean anything when it comes to these situations. You have to be careful, lesson learned. I guess they didn’t expect this queer to be able to fight back.”

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The Anal Rule

We had stupidly decided not to fuck anyone else up the ass. Or be fucked for that matter, which made all my typical easy outs less useful. Oh, baby, you didn’t say anything about me taking a hard one, I might have said otherwise.

Naturally, both of us obsessed over it, and not for the first time I wondered how many rules we made solely for the purpose of breaking them. First, it was don’t fuck anyone else in our bed, but I broke that the first time she left the house. Then it was no exes which she broke a month later along with the bed rule. Don’t let her call you daddy vanished right alongside make sure he always wears a condom; after that nothing mattered at all. We abandoned them one at a time, and on the rare occasion when we got emotional about the other’s behavior we found a way to fix it with kind words.

But for some reason, our anal rule hung on through thick and thin. Possibly it was more of an indication that neither of us had much interest, but that all changed the second I heard she broke it. It turned me on and angered me at the same time until I confronted her in a torrent of passion I hadn’t felt in ages. She denied it, and I finally believed her over him (I always did) but that was the start of it. I yelled, she got mad right back, and both of us feel asleep wanting the same thing. Just not with each other.

And so one Friday night we went our separate ways and neither of us asked any questions because we didn’t want to answer any. It wasn’t until three am that we crawled into bed without so much as a text message in between. The room was dark enough to hide our indiscretions, but we lay there wide awake wondering the same thing.

“I didn’t mean to…” she started to say.

“I didn’t think it would…” I said, stammering over my words.

We lay in silence for a long time and there didn’t seem to be anything to do. I had fucked my date’s ass in the shower while she called me daddy and begged me to choke her harder (that rule never got past the planning stage). Presumably, she had let her date do the same, and when I pictured it I felt my heart stir alongside my cock. I reached a hand over her body and pulled her closer. She kissed my nose and I kissed her lips.

“Maybe we need a new rule,” I said quietly. “Actually, maybe we should reinstate all the rules we’ve made. And add another dozen to the list.”

It took her a moment before she smiled widely and moved closer.

“So, I couldn’t fuck her on our bed while you’re in the living room working?”

“I’d be horribly upset,” I whispered, as she crawled on top of me. “And I would have to make sure I took a shower before fucking when I get home.”

“I’d hate it if you smelled like her pussy,” she sighed, feeling me harden beneath her.

“And if you ever, and I mean ever, let him fuck your ass again, I’m going to be so angry I might have to do something terrible about it.”

I was inside her a second later, and she leaned down to kiss my open mouth. I gripped her ass tightly, a finger pushing inside her, and she clenched around me as she rolled her hips. Every single fuckup and every single mistake came back in an instant until both of us were coming and crying and begging for things we didn’t think we’d survive. I held her and kissed her, and even as we came I couldn’t help myself from wondering what would be next.

“I promise,” she whispered in my ear.

-gny

(If you’re curious about longer reads, you can find all 35 of my books at all the big retailers over here on Pronoun.)

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name a more iconic duo than my titties

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deleting old files off my computer - this super old illustration, from way back when :’(

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