Dana and Chloe stood in front of their men, arms folded, waiting for an answer that Ben and Alex didn't know how to give. They sat there on the couch, stunned, mouths open and eyes blinking, as an awkward silence lingered over the group. The MMF porn video that had been playing on the large TV screen had since ended, so images of recommended videos continued to flick through explicit scenes of bisexual and gay sex. Taunti...

Alex and Ben had been best friends since their freshman year of college, both with steady girlfriends they had been dating for a couple of years. It was a lazy Friday night. Chloe and Dana were out at a wine bar for girls’ night and had already texted that they would be crashing at Chloe’s place afterward, too much pinot and no desire to Uber back late. That left Alex’s apartment to the guys, a six-pack of beer chilling i...

Mark had always prided himself on being the picture of straight-laced normalcy. At 38, he was a mid-level accountant in a quiet suburb outside Chicago, with a neat lawn, a mortgage, and a wife named Sarah who'd once been his everything. They met in college, wild and inseparable, fucking on frat house floors and whispering promises under stadium lights. But fifteen years and a stalled career later, the spark had flickered...

Alex had always been a quiet, unassuming guy in his mid-thirties, working a desk job that left him plenty of time alone in his apartment. At first, his late-night scrolls through porn sites were innocent enough—straight videos that evolved into curiosity about trans women. The sight of their smooth bodies, the way they moved with feminine grace while hiding something more, stirred something deep inside him. He'd watch, ha...