Essay On Brownie

Falling forward, Tom pressed his lips against Booker’s open mouth and kissed him passionately. Removing his finger, Booker wrapped his arms around Tom’s narrow body and pulling him close, they thrust their bodies together as they continued to shudder out their release. Seconds passed, and when they were both finally spent, Tom slowed the kiss and sitting up, he trailed a finger over the seminal fluid covering Booker’s chest. “Wow,” he grinned.

The writer ZZ Packer’s short story, “Brownies,” is about a troop of African-American Girl Scouts from south Atlanta that takes a camping trip; unfortunately, almost instantly, imaginary tensions build up between them and Troop 909, a group of white girls; struggle that later in this story develops as the main external conflict. Arnetta and Octavia, appear as the leaders of the group, and insist that the 909 girls called one of their group a derogatory word which is the starting point of the conflict. Consequently, a confrontation rapidly takes place between the teams, but this quarrel turns awry when the African-American girls realize the white members of Troop 909 are developmentally disabled and it becomes clear to the reader that

His voice trailed off, his shame rendering his speechless. How could he explain the fear and confusion he’d felt the first time his brother had stroked his penis through his gym shorts? There were no words to articulate the titillating sensation pulsating through his groin, his body’s awakening fighting for dominance over the guilt and shame screaming inside his head. Eventually, his inner voice won the battle, and his mind took him to his happy place so he wouldn’t have to deal with the embarrassment. But by shutting down, he’d given Will the green light to proceed, and by the time his prepubescent mind had sorted through his conflicting emotions, he had no idea how to rebuff Will’s advances. Time moved forward, and he remained trapped in a cycle of escalating abuse, unable or unwilling to speak out in case he hurt his brother’s feelings. But all that had changed the moment Booker called him a freak, and although he hadn’t realized it at the time, the public humiliation was the wake-up call he needed to take control of his life. He had found his voice and finally said no...not that it had done him any good. His audacious rebellion had resulted in him spending two days chained to sink, and the sexual

He knew it was going to be an extremely long few days in the company of a man who was able to provoke a reaction out of him so effortlessly, and he silently cursed his short fuse. If he did not want Booker to get the better of him, he needed to pull himself together, act like a professional and not let his dark-haired protagonist to distract him from doing his job. He could not allow Booker’s presence to unnerve him because if he did, it would reveal his vulnerabilities and he would rather die than give his nemesis more ammunition to use against him. Therefore, come hell or high water, he knew he had to stay calm, otherwise Booker would win and he would be open to even more

She groaned lewdly as she felt his fingertips brush up against the puckered ring of her ass, teasing the tender hole with a small, circling rhythm. The hand pulled away for a moment, and when it returned the digit was covered in something warm and wet. Saliva, she figured. Her body tensed up as she felt the finger pushing up against the opening, wiggling back and forth as it sought to penetrate the virgin hole. Zaelith had always enjoyed the feeling of a thick cock pounding her from behind, stretching her ass and filling her bowels with a hot load of cum, but this woman had obviously never tried it. Her body was instinctively clenching up, trying to push out the invading finger and turning it into an almost painful experience. Well, if Zaelith had anything to say about it this body would be a perfect fucktoy by the end of the night, ready and willing to accomodate a man in any

With his cheeks burning red, Booker nervously wiped the sweat from his palms on his denim-clad legs. “I dunno, he’s beautiful, like strikingly beautiful. Since Doug’s death, there’s a glimmer of vulnerability that lies just below the surface that never used to be there. But he’s also incredibly stubborn and strong-minded, like me and I guess that’s why we fight so much. I s’pose you could say he’s kinda complicated, but that’s what makes him so appealing. He’s unpredictable, which can be frustrating, but it also makes life interesting, you know?”

Seconds later, Booker’s tranquil face came into view and he managed a tense smile. “Sorry,” he mumbled, his cheeks flaming with embarrassment. He felt like a fool because he knew both Booker and Levine were trying to help him, but he was struggling to control the fear that was steadily rising, making it difficult for him to breathe.

But when he caught sight of the wistful look in Booker’s eyes, he felt like a prick tease. He’d given his lover false hope by implying their relationship was moving toward a more mutually beneficial arrangement, but at the last moment, he’d chickened out, leaving Booker wanting. After everything he and Booker had been through, he wanted their lives together to move forward and the only way he could perceive that happening was to prove his love. Deep down, he knew he was ready for the next step, but he’d allowed his anxiety to convince him otherwise. He was man enough to admit he was nervous, but he was tired of living in fear. Despite their propensity for passionate outbursts, he knew in his heart their love was the real deal, and he wanted to express it physically as well as emotionally. Love wasn’t always easy, it required dedication, sacrifice, and above all, commitment. And he was committed, one-hundred percent committed, and the time had come to show Booker his

The emotional anguish shining from Booker’s dark eyes brought a lump to Tom’s throat, and before he had time to think about the consequences of his actions, he leaned forward and brushed his lips over his friend’s quivering pout. The brief contact sent a shiver of arousal down his spine, and flustered and confused by his overt display of affection, he stepped back, his face flaming red and a shy smile playing over his lips. He had no idea what had made him act so impulsively, and uncertainty quickened his pulse. His stomach rolled with a mixture of nerves and humiliation, and he quickly lowered his eyes to the floor, too embarrassed to meet Booker’s gaze. But as a lengthy silence hung in the air, he dared to peer up through his long lashes,

Turning a corner, Tom slowed his pace as he approached his apartment building. Although he longed for the comfort of his home, the thought of facing Booker filled him with dread, the psychological burden weighing him down. Consequently, he purposely dragged his feet, delaying the confrontation and the inevitable argument. He’d reacted badly to the news of Booker's tape, and his guilt hung like a noose around his neck, waiting for the moment his mind yanked at the metaphorical rope, and the painful castigation crushed his airway. But while his remorse was real, his jealousy was a far bigger beast, a raging fire-breathing monster that easily dominated all other emotion. It was a deep-seated sensation that encompassed feelings of fear, rage, and

When Tom lowered his gaze and mumbled, “Yes, Ma’am,” in a submissive tone, Booker’s grin broadened. He had indulged in many sexual fantasies about Tom, and his favorite was the dom/sub role play. But now that he had witnessed Tom’s compliance, he knew the fantasy would be even more realistic than before. At that precise moment he could picture Tom handcuffed to the bed, his naked body trembling with a mixture of fear and excitement, his expression desperate to please, and for the third time that morning, his cock hardened. He quickly realized he was heading towards dangerous territory and shifting his gaze, he stared at the admin officer’s beak-like nose. It was the remedy he needed and within seconds, his budding erection wilted. A

Booker’s dark eyes shone bright and bending his head forward, he rested on his elbows and took Tom into his mouth. With his lover’s hand steadying his head, he allowed him to thrust his cock between his

It was one of those moments where Tom knew his actions would speak far louder than any comforting words, and without hesitation, he stepped forward and gently placed his hands on either side of his lover’s face. Their eyes locked, and for the briefest of moments, he could see Booker’s soul reflecting through his pain-flecked irises, the depth of his despair shimmering in the desolate black pools. It was a powerfully moving experience and overcome with empathy, he brushed his lips over the dark-haired officer’s quivering mouth, tenderly silencing his fears with the soft caress. Never before had he felt such an overwhelming urge to nurture another human being, the intensity of the emotion rekindling his love for the man standing before him. There was now no doubt in his mind Booker was the person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, and with the knowledge came a sense of peace; he had found his twin flame, and he would do everything in his power to protect him.

her senses, but he refused to let her go. He pulled her closer to him

His arousal was evidenced by the precum that dripped off his tip, and the veins of the shaft that throbbed between his fingers as he stroked it; no shame nor remorse evident on the Father's features, for his actions, or revelation of his privates, nor the slighest hint of sympathy, as he impassively watched her undress. His gaze moved down her body, neither