This Timeless Present

By Selbryth Lannigan

Chaz really didn't blame everyone else, not any more. In the uninhibited, free-loving age of the 1970s, on the island of Oahu--a place were races freely coexisted--Chaz finally realized that his lifelong feelings of rejection, of being shunned and ignored by those of purer backgrounds, wasn't entirely due to his biracial ancestry.

It was simply his own inability to come out of his shell and socialize.

But that all changed the night of the college social-club mixer, when he found himself dancing with an equally inexperienced young coed; a local Asian beauty with definite ideas of her own.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Selbryth Lannigan
• Release date: Sep 5, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005152253

Selbryth Lannigan

I've been writing fiction since the mid 1980s, both short and long works, and turned to erotic fiction at around the same time. I have published on the Literotica site under the singular name Selbryth and have also sold hundreds of short 'anonymous' pieces to the pulp erotic publications of the time: Letters Magazine and Hustler's Busty Beauties being just two. Focusing on sexuality beyond what some would consider the 'norm', my characters include t-girls (trannies, kathoey, newhalf, shemales, ladyboys) cross-dressers, sissified and transformed males, gays and lesbians, who engage in a variety of fetishes, kinks and sexy hijinks.Though explicitly described, the stories themselves offer an inner dialog which most times borders on the romantic. There is no death, very little violence and hopefully the reader is left feeling good.

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Copyright 2020 by Selbryth Lannigan

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Printed in the United States of America

First Printing, 2020

Disclaimer

This is a work of fiction and is intended for mature audiences (18+). All characters and other entities appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, dead or alive, or other real-life entities, past or present, is purely coincidental.

This Timeless Present

This Timeless Present

I blinked the memories away and focused on the present, a present which found me on elbows and knees above the most beautiful, remarkable Japanese girl I'd ever seen. I felt her legs come up around me, her ankles crossing at the small of my back, pulling me, urging my latex-sheathed cock deeper and deeper into her greasy ass-hole.

I was fucking her, feeling her ultra-tight opening squeezing around my gliding pole, gripping me. She was so hot inside, hotter than the rest of her pale, golden-tanned body pressed up against me. I saw her eyes slide halfway shut, watched her pretty mouth fall open slightly and kissed her again. She shuddered, opened her eyes and smiled a warm and happy smile back up at me.

....oh Chaz...oh my God, it feels--so--good...!

Warmth gushed out of her pussy, drenched my crotch. She gasped, her eyes closing again dreamily. I pushed up on my hands to look down at her from above, watched how her five-foot-six inch body jounced back and forth on the bed as I slammed her, saw her small, pert tits jiggle with each impact of my crotch between her beautiful legs, then caught the backs of her knees in the crook of my elbows and folded her legs even further back over her head.

The moments ticked by, but she was so beautiful, so giving, so eager to have me that I couldn't stop. I turned, kissed her calf, turned the other way and gently bit the other. Soft all over. Soft and tender and alluring. It was a dream come true for me, and to think that she wasn't just allowing me to fuck her, but had started this whole wonderful ball rolling, only made me want to please her more.

I glanced at the squeeze-bottle of skin-lotion on the nightstand, the six discarded foil condom packets next to it, the big new box of condoms we'd bought at the local drugstore after breakfast at McDonald's, and relived the hours that had gone by while she and I used those things. Then I felt warmth trickling on my crotch and looked down at where our bodies joined, saw Collen's marvelous girl-juice leaking, and smiled to myself, remembering the night before....

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When I entered college, I was still a virgin; a nineteen-year-old who hoped things--sex-wise--would somehow, magically change for me. Maybe with all the