Naomi Shaw: http://www.authornaomishaw.com
Muffy Wilson: http://muffywilson.blogspot.com
J S Morbius:
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I remembered the night before my eighteenth birthday when my destiny became clearer. I had dreamed of Jamison and me walking along the creek without clothes through the locusts beginning to show fall color. Escorting me to my sacred manhood bed, he hung a glass chime from a tree branch. The late afternoon sun rays filtered through a prism and rainbow colored panels, highlighting my grotto. Our dicks propelled to erection. Easing me down on the mossy ground, fit as a bed, leaves as the mattress, he fed me nuts and berries, one morsel at a time. We shared a flagon of Christening elderberry wine, sipping sparingly until the moon rose later that night. The mist of the nocturnal fog settled like sparkles of gold around us through the chimes' prism. Jamison directed my eyes to the lone star glittering near the full moon. When concentric rings of rainbows circumcised the fading glow of Apollo’s heavenly sphere, Jamison whispered, “Your time for your manhood destiny has arrived. You are a man now. You have endless capacity to love, sharing it with men.”
Our bodies melted into passion as the eclipse began the Blood Moon in a colorful whirlwind of sensations.