Meet Phoebe Matias, Professor of Women's Studies and Feminist Theory at Carleton University in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Born in the City of Calgary, Alberta, and educated at McGill University, Phoebe Matias is a striking Greco-Canadian woman with a good head on her shoulders. Five feet eleven inches tall, curvy but athletic, with dark bronze skin, long dark hair and lively brown eyes, she has that unique charm common to Mediterranean women.
Most men who meet Phoebe Matias find her quite intelligent and beautiful, but she has a habit of spouting gender rhetoric nonsense and that's why the lady is still single at the age of forty. Nothing wrong with a woman who stands up for women's rights. However, there is something wrong with a woman who hates men. There's a lot of man-hating women out there, esepcially in academia. Since most straight men are too pansy to deal with them accordingly, a strong and masculine bisexual man must step to the plate...
"The world's problems stem from the fact that men have been at the reins too long, men cause wars and the male ego is a very dangerous thing," Professor Phoebe Matias said, continuing with her gender-biased rant. Inside the classroom in the Tory Building at Carleton University, the forty or so students listened attentively. Most of them anyways. One of them was trying his hardest to tune out the Professor's rhetoric.
"What a bitch," Arnold Pierre thought to himself, and the big and tall young Haitian man wondered what could have possessed him to take a women's studies course in the summer. Arnold wanted to graduate from Carleton University in the fall, and unfortunately this meant summer school. A civil engineering major, Arnold desperately needed a humanities elective to graduate, and women's studies was the last thing open.
There were twenty two women and eighteen men in the classroom, not counting the annoying feminist Professor, and Arnold found himself wishing he were elsewhere. The night before, Arnold had gone to a play party at the domicile of Sir Stirling in the By Ward Market area of Ottawa, Ontario. Good times, Arnold thought, recalling all the fun and wicked things he did with fellow bisexual men and open-minded women.
Sir Stirling, a tall, silver-haired, fit and handsome gentleman of about fifty six is the leader of the Bisexual Community of Ottawa, Ontario. A former U.S. Army Captain, Sir Stirling retired from the military a few years back and moved to Ottawa, Ontario, to be close to his son Stephen and his growing family. Sir Stirling runs a souvenir shop near the Glebe and is fairly active in Ottawa LGBT circles, particularly the Bisexual community.
Sir Stirling might be a grandfather but the man doesn't believe in slowing down in his old age. Not by a long damn shot. Nowadays, the old man organizes bisexual-centric events for couples, singles, and all kinds of meet and greet type of encounters. Showing the world the beauty of male bisexuality is Sir Stirling's mission. Last night, at the aforementioned play party, there were five men and three women, and everybody got their freak on.
"Folks, have responsible fun and make yourselves at home," Sir Stirling said to his guests. The handsome middle-aged host kicked off the play party by having some fun with a tall, burly and handsome black man named Luther and his wife Hannah, a tall, light-skinned, plump young black woman with a stylish Afro and a big round butt. Arnold, who can be quite shy at play parties, sat back and watched as the people around him got their freak on.
Sitting on the couch, Arnold stroked his dick while watching Sir Stirling get his big white cock sucked by the freaky black couple. After Luther and Hannah polished Sir Stirling's cock, the older man went to work on them. Hannah lay on the carpet, her curvy body looking so sexy. Sir Stirling fondled Hannah's tits and ate her pussy while Luther grabbed condoms and lube.
