Daily Grind Quotes

“So, maybe I will fuck you in a vanilla manner, tonight.” More lube, this time slicking his hole. Brian gripped his thighs and lifted him. “You’re rare and hard, and entirely mine.” He”
― Anna Zabo, Daily Grind

“Brian’s voice was smooth, almost conversational, except for its deep tone. “Vanilla comes from the seed pod of an orchid. Hard to grow, hard to get.”
― Anna Zabo, Daily Grind

“I was going to say something like ‘there’s nothing vanilla about the way I plan to fuck you tonight’.” Brian opened the bottle of lube and poured some onto his hands. “But you know, real vanilla is rare and expensive.”
― Anna Zabo, Daily Grind

“Rob opened his throat and closed his eyes, enjoying the headiness of losing control and gaining every bit of it. Brian fucked him—no doubt about that. His head was held tight, the pain in his scalp a glorious thing. But he’d brought Brian to this moment, too, with his looks, words, and desire. Obviously,”
― Anna Zabo, Daily Grind

“Brian’s smile turned wicked. “Ever knelt in that suit of yours?” “This one? Never. Not for anyone. Not that kind of suit.” Truth. Rob had never considered giving a blowjob in one of his bespoke suits. Now he craved sinking to the floor. Brian”
― Anna Zabo, Daily Grind

“What a curious and handsome man Brian was! Full of wit, innuendo, and charm. No doubt Brian knew exactly what he was doing, the flirty thing that he was. Not a naive young man—he wanted Rob. That had been apparent from his cream comments. And yet, ex-girlfriends. But no negative quips about Todd or his husband. Or Sam Anderson’s little queer consulting firm above his head. Bi? Pan? Not that it mattered. Rob hadn’t come here to pick up a date—just a cup of coffee.”
― Anna Zabo, Daily Grind

“I know I’m not a bear,” he muttered to no one in particular. Miranda coughed something that sounded suspiciously like twink. He”
― Anna Zabo, Daily Grind

“You’re not straight, are you?” He couldn’t be. Closeted? Maybe. “No I’m—” He swallowed and spoke through a tight voice. “I’m bi. Bisexual.” Brian shook, and the deep lines were back in his brow. Tension upon tension. It wasn’t nervousness—it was terror. Everything clicked into place. All the hesitation, all the uncertainty. Gay guys weren’t always kind to bi guys. So many myths that led to cruel rejections. He’d seen that a few times. He knew that fear, too. Wondering if you’d made a mistake. Picked the wrong guy. Worried that heaven would quickly turn to hell and hate. “Oh, Bri.” Rob pulled him into a hug, his voice thick in his ears. “It’s absolutely fine to be bi.” All”
― Anna Zabo, Daily Grind

“He dabbed his finger at some cream that had dripped over the edge, sucked it off, and watched Brian squirm. Fucking delightful, that.”
― Anna Zabo, Daily Grind

“And yes, a taste of that cream, too, please.”
― Anna Zabo, Daily Grind

“He was thirty-eight. Why did he still give a fuck what other people believed? Two”
― Anna Zabo, Daily Grind

“Oh, the confusion when he’d mentioned girlfriends. He didn’t know how to explain himself to Rob. Then again, he didn’t know how to explain himself to himself, so that was nothing new. He was thirty-eight years old and tired. He’d known since high school that he was bisexual—except guys weren’t bi. They were either gay or straight. If they were bi, then they were just on their way to being gay. Or liars. He”
― Anna Zabo, Daily Grind

“He usually didn’t dig dudes. But sometimes . . . sometimes he did. This”
― Anna Zabo, Daily Grind