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[bidotorg]

"Reading Melissa Faliveno’s essay collection as a newly out bi helped validate some of my fears and confusion — and acknowledging those things was the first step towards addressing them, in my daily life."

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Author Jeanne G'Fellers "Cleaning House"

Author Jeanne G’Fellers “Cleaning House”

Published    2018-08-21 Author Jeanne G’Fellers joins Amy and Mick to talk about her new book “Cleaning House”. Set in Appalachia it is a magical adventure to find oneself. Download Link

Cleaning House by Jeanne G’ Fellers

Jeanne G’ Fellers

TO ALL THINGS, BALANCE TO ALL LIVES, PURPOSE

  (music provided by Honeybird & Rorie Kelly)

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[iguessaj]

#Repost with @Repostlyapp @anxious_geek From @writers.write.company and accurate af this month. #amwriting #writer #writerlife #lgbtwriter  #bipoet #biwriters #nonbinarywriter #nonbinary #writing #writingcommunity #wordcount #writegoal #wrotetoday #writersofig #writersofinstagram #lgbt #biwriters #poet #poetry #lgbtpoet #poetrycommunity #lgbtcommunity https://www.instagram.com/aun_fire/p/Bw3IOmmhyAR/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=147cxiqq9kwfp

[fucksavengers]

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  Flex had seen and been to a lot of strange places: a sentient street, the borders of a comic book, a dimensional painting, a few other daunting places best forgotten, and now even a shared dream state. His current location was quickly becoming his favorite of the weird bunch though, if only for the view. Nostrils flared and hands rested on hips as he basked in the beauty that was Larry Trainor returned to form, in all his naked glory, and bound to the bed by nothing but the sheer force of Flex’s powerful, reality warping tree trunks thighs. His thickly muscled thighs clenched tight to keep Larry in place, he offered a dimpled grin and then slipped his thumbs under the only layer of clothing he had to finally step out of the thong. “There we go now, that’s more comfortable,” he sighed, his proudly erect cock jumping in keen interest under Larry gaze. “And now, let’s get back to business, yeah…?”

Flex planted one knee on the edge of the bed and Larry’s knees were splayed and pushed up without every being touched. The bigger man’s breath expelled with a dreamy sigh as he took advantage of the new position and ran his fingers along the tender skin behind Larry’s balls. “You just go ahead and cum all over your pretty self when my magic fingers become too much, you hear…” he encouraged and then without further delay, his fingers were slick and teasing at Larry’s tight rim. Only his fingertips were used to tease the hole until it relaxed and quivered at his touch and he gradually pushed in one meaty finger, then another and another. His brow drawn together in sheer careful determination while he took his sweet time stretching Larry open and working his fingers in deeper. 

Larry almost forgot how good it felt to be intimate with someone, much less with a guy as sexy and desirable as Flex. The fact that the muscular stud even wanted to take him to bed initially made Larry suspicious; his outside appearance didn’t exactly inspire sexual attraction in most. He may have been a beautiful man before, but his good looks were now obscured by intense scarring and first-degree burns. But perhaps he should have had more faith in Flex’s decent, loving heart to know that looks weren’t everything. At least here, in this surreal dream state, Larry’s inner beauty got to return to the surface, making him feel like he once did before the accident…

Larry loved nothing more than being man-handled and dominated by someone who knew how to make his heartbeat rise — among other things. He watches hungrily as Flex removes the last piece of obstructive fabric on his body, causing that incredible, heavy cock to hang proudly below him. Larry needed that thing inside him now. Unfortunately, Flex’s playful side ensured he would just have to wait a bit longer to get what he wanted. 

Then Flex changes his position, allowing for prime access to Larry’s puckered entrance, tighter than a vice after decades of repression and self-loathing. “Can’t promise you that I can hold it in, Flex,” chuckles Larry, his words turning into a swallowed moan when he feels Flex’s mighty digits splitting him open, sending shockwaves to his own growing erection. “Fuck, Flex—” he whimpers, knowing the adonis above him didn’t even need to use his powers to make him feel this good. Flex was just that much of a natural.

[theccmmander-archive]

@biwrites​

Knees bent by the bed’s corner, the figure of Eggsy’s wrists and ankles tied laid over the bed with his head at the end reach. Mouth forced to be open as the hero’s cock fashioned itself in and out with relative ease, in a mix of gentle and rough thrusts that saw the throat expand and contract as cock pushed in and out of that cavity. Head back, tilted, as loud moans were given, thumbs stretching up to brush effort tears off of those beautiful eyes. 

He was sure that with this outcome, he’d use his computer once again fort hat purpose, but it was a good and nice excuse to teach his son’s boyfriend not to look into porn files over his computer.

[cakesunflower]

can i please be added to your tag list for Reach For You?? I love it already so much 🤧😍❤

yes of course! thank you sm for reading!!

[canonpackers]

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Jordan had never been completely honest about his reasoning for picking Beacon Hills to transfer to. He hadn’t lied about it, either, but he certainly wasn’t keen on discussing the lovers scandal a young queer rookie had got caught up in at his last station. So, he made the transfer and decided he would live a life of professionalism, no more fornicating and falling for colleagues, and his resolve had been steadfast for the most part. Until he met the man that would be giving him orders, Noah Stilinski. He was the town sheriff and overall a down-to-Earth handsome father, and Noah couldn’t stop his eyes from straying, or his dreams from yearning.

The deputy was certain he’d find a way to forgive himself after shit hits the fan, but for now, he found himself stealing away into a shared hotel room. On all fours, with hiis head pulled back and pretty hair caught in a tight fist as he moaned and whimpered from the smack of Noah’s hips against his ass. Jordan’s lips parted to fight past the noises of pleasure and cry out the older man’s name. “Noah, please, harder—”

Noah never thought he would ever allow himself to be with anybody else after Claudia died, and he kept that promise to himself for years. Celibacy was tough, but he did to honor his late wife’s memory. He also knew that finding a new partner would’ve been tough on Stiles, who never really adjusted to change all that well. It was just in everybody’s best interest for him to remain a single dad with no new romantic prospects.

Unfortunately, that all changed when Jordan arrived in Beacon Hills. Noah’s bisexual nature wasn’t exactly a secret —Claudia was aware of it and he even bonded with Stiles over their common orientation in recent years— but he never managed to explore that side of himself. With a sheriff’s department and a teenage son on the verge of becoming a man in his own right, it just wasn’t a priority. 

And now he was pounding into Jordan’s tight, muscular body in a cheap motel room like they were characters in an illicit erotic thriller. If Stiles caught wind of their affair, he’d surely lose all respect from the kid, let alone the BCSD. He’d feel bad about being such a cliche, the stoic sheriff fucking his hunky new deputy, if it didn’t feel so good.

“Goddamn, Jordan—” he grunts between thrusts, marveling at how easily Jordan took every last inch of his impressive cock. (Noah was humble and modest in most regards, but his thick eight-incher deserved its praise.) “Fuck, feels so good—” he continues, plowing into his young lover’s stretched hole to a quicker, harder pace, the sounds of their sex filling the room and surely filtering into the neighboring ones. As long as nobody he knew could hear them...

[sixtyninc]

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Knox, Jason, and zombs? ?

There was a loud groan of frustration, his arm reaching up for the neck of Jason’s shirt and pulled him up onto his shoulder as  if he was not a heavy man on himself. But there was no other way. The little shit of his lover was so impulsive that he always ended up in dangers he didn’t approve. Holding him with a hand he held his magnum on the other. Ready for a shot, and loaded. The good about  him? He couldn’t miss. So of course there was no better protection regardless of walking through a big town infested of zombies. “What did I tell your Boy’s ass about jumping onto fighting zombies with a knife? I thought that rich dude taught you better. Or me for that matter.” He  was not mad mad. He was worried mad, which was worst.  “There’s a good house over there, we’ll spend the night inside after ensuring  it.

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[superdave40]

Easily forgotten 😔 . . . . . . . . ⠀ #biwrites #lifequotes #wordstoliveby #selfduty #purpose #discovery #strength #power #mindset #wordstoremember #life

[multipackersarchive]

@biwrites: okay but who's playing who <. <

discussions can be held >.>

[biresourcecenter]

Seeking submissions from bi+ voices re: social health for #bihealthmonth 2017! Click below for more info on this PAID opportunity! 

[dangerouswitches]

I don’t usually advertise my poetry books here but this one is available digitally on Apple Books and it’s for Pride Month and a lot of my Dangerous Witches characters are LGBT+ and I mean, Tumblr is pretty gay so y’all might enjoy

[illmakeitmyself]

Cooking and community, hurricane relief for LGBTQ centers, and #BiWeek. Plus the best cornbread. THE BEST. 💖 💙 💜 🌈 #recipe #ontheblog #cornbread #biwriters #herbs #cheese #vegetarian #f52grams #bread #food #dinner #breakfast

[fucksavengers]

“ Come sit on my lap, love “ 

It was a miracle that being with Flex only gave Larry a slight case of body dysmorphia. Mainly regarding his smooth, unburned flesh and less about the impressive musculature on display. But in this surreal astral dimension —or whatever the hell Caulder called it— none of that mattered. When they were together here, Larry looked exactly as he did before the accident, allowing him to express himself in ways he would never feel confident enough to do in the real world. 

“I got a feeling you’ll want me to do more than just sit in your lap, pal,” Larry chuckles, taking a nice little perch atop Flex’s massive thighs, their bare skin making sweet, gentle contact. Larry’s lover was truly a sight to behold. Flex could’ve had anybody he wanted, yet he was able to look past Larry’s imperfect appearance and desire the man underneath — quite literally, considering all the bandages that usually covered him. “Here I am, sitting on your lap. What next…?”

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[theccmmander-archive]

@biwrites​

Leaning back on his chair, he made room for Bucky as soon as he saw him walking. He pulled him onto it, and put an arm around him. Leaning in, he kissed the other’s lips softly and gently before returning his gaze back to paperwork. “Glad to see you awake. Questioning why are you wearing my shirt, tho.” Patrick pointed, noticing that it was the only piece of clothing the other had decided to wear after sleeping into half of the morning. Free hand slid between those powerful thighs  simply touching his cock and balls forthe sake of hearing his breathing raising.

[thebicast]

Bi Books: "Tales From Block E" with William Burleson

Bi Books: “Tales From Block E” with William Burleson

Published April 28, 2017 Amy and Lynnette kick it up with Bill Burleson over his newest book “Tales From Block E’ Three interwoven stories about life in the  Minneapolis downtown district circa1979. Download Link

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