He’s here again. Fourth week in a row. As if getting up before ten on a Sunday morning for father-enforced exercise with my sister and her friend wasn’t bad enough, and he’s making the already tedious outing at the council pool near unbearable. Going to u...
“Are you sure this is the path, Pete?” Assumpta bit back her finest Irish obscenities as brambles ripped another hole in her green tights. Admittedly, if she had to become a fairy for her best friend’s summer art project, a punk one in a shredded dress wa...
"I'm not ready, guys." The very long days (and some nights, as well) of planning, studying and strategizing, were a preparation for the real thing, as just a few steps were separating Rita from her first court date. Michael could feel her tension rubbin...
7.30 a.m. Shania Twain's voice in "That don't impress me much" pulled Michael off whatever he was dreaming. It sounded like a great idea when he set one of his favorite songs ever as his alarm ringtone, at first, but now he wasn't that sure. No one re...
After I returned from my trip, Sam and I settled into a routine where we met every evening after work and ended up spending the night at either his house or my house. I looked forward to spending time with him and finally curling up with his gorilla body...
Early one morning, I received a call from an out of town client who needed acute help with his accounting system. I agreed to fly out that evening and be ready to help him the next morning. I packed my bag so that I could go directly from work to the air...
The morning after my first fuck with Sam, I woke up with a raging hardon. I reflected on how lucky I had been that he was interested in trying sex with me. It could have ended badly if he had been insulted or homophobic. I relived the feeling of his hai...
I am a forty-five-year-old man, six foot, one hundred eighty pounds and a decent masculine body that I keep in shape by running a few times a week. Over the years, I have had a number of girlfriends and short term relationships and even living together w...
This is a true story that happened to me a few years ago. While my job is at an industry park in the suburbs, our company had a full-day meeting in one of the conference rooms in a major hotel. After the meeting, I left the hotel and started walking down...
Perfection can be strange, sometimes. The moment I was living, that very moment, for example, was the picture of perfection; Dylan and I, frozen in the eternal instant of a kiss. It was perfect. So, why wasn't I insanely happy? Our tongues kept moving, hi...
. Two drops of Chanel n°5, right behind the ears, before wearing my excuse for a dress. Colin kept messaging me: he was very worried about me joining the party since I was clearly not ok and about how I changed my mind after I spoke to my... lover of my...
"Girl, you're smelling of hormones and lies..." Colin looked at me skeptically, as I kept making up excuses to explain why I took that long to come back. He didn't buy any single word of mine, not like I was really trying to convince him, actually. I coul...
My name is Spencer. And I gotta say: I've been quite lucky. I've been quite lucky even when I died. My name is Spencer and I'm lucky because the day I died, was also the day I came to a new life.My name is Spencer and I am a transgender woman.I still re...
“Remember: sexuality is not meant to be stale. Sexuality is fluid!” Miss Grunee was enthusiastic to speak in her favorite park, to her small audience, “You’re not heterosexual. You’re not LGBT. You are who you are!” the lady ended her monologue with...
“I’m not a slut.” Or so I thought. However, at the precise moment of thinking that, I had a thick, veiny cock between my lips, and my tongue probing the inside of a complete stranger’s foreskin in the middle of a public restroom. So yeah, I guess I can no...
