Short Story Spotlight: ” … and we” by Adonis Mann

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 Adonis Mann
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Abbreviated Blurb

All Authors Publishing House, a subsidiary of All Authors Publications & Promotions, is pleased to present its first short story anthology, Concordant Vibrancy. Concordant Vibrancy represents the interweaving of unity and uniqueness through the eyes of eleven incredible writers. Through the array of genres, all of these talents share a phenomenal love of writing which aims to leave imprints in the reader’s imagination.

Inspiration Behind the Story

The day that I started writing “… and we” I was thinking about my niece and nephew whom are both bisexual. I was truly trying to understand the complexity of being attracted to both sexes. Truth be told, for me it was a bit of a task because my sexual preference has always been the same–men.

Being the man of deep thought that I am, I inadvertently found myself contemplating the profundity of their lives. It must be hard not having a place to truly fit in, I surmised. As my head whirled with reflections, something crossed my mind and I thought “ What if it really isn’t that complicated? What if it just is?” Just like that the story was born.

Excerpt

The bittersweet sizzle of my tongue against her scorching hot nipple was like a droplet of water on a searing hot piece of coal. It sent a tiny shock wave of electric revelry coursing through me; from the tip of my tongue to the edge of my indulgence, which at that very moment was battling to come free of its confinements. By this point, I could feel that it was red with throbbing need to feel the slick warmth of her inner cove.

She hummed deep in her throat as the delightful sensation tickled her erect pink nub. She liked it—I licked it—it was fantastic.

Gripping it between my teeth, I grazed it, running it through them. She moaned again. “Mmmm.” She was a vixen for pain, this one.

From behind, I felt his hands caress my back from bottom to top, and top to bottom. He puffed his satisfaction. He enjoyed watching—he was fond of participating even more. “That’s right Papa, take her!” He commanded in a sensual, sing-song voice. It was a combination of horniness and ravishment—a male siren.

Lifting my other hand to her awaiting breast—one unoccupied by either mouth or hand—I fondled it too, pinching that nipple between my fingers, knowing that she enjoyed the olio of indulgence and pang. She was a rarity, the sort that happily mixed business with pleasure, and pleasure with pain. A sexual phoenix.

He was wanton. Libidinous was his desire.

All of this was the foreground of a masterpiece night. The three of us, a room full of passion, pheromones and testosterone—a banquet for coition. The recipe for magnetism which would produce a night full of carnal merriment. Three covetous souls with each other. A cocktail of absolute perfection.

 

And perfect it was…

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Lots of props to Adonis Mann for stopping by. Keep your eyes peeled to see who will be next to enter my Asylum during National Short Story Month.

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