I woke up, not to an alarm clock, but to the gentle weight of a hand stroking my chest. The light was soft and gray, a typical morning, but when I opened my eyes, everything was different. Lena lay beside me, her hair a messy halo on the pillow, and she smiled when she saw I was awake. "Good morning, sleepyhead," she whispered, leaning in to kiss my lips. It was a warm, sleepy kiss that tasted of her and of the night. "I...

​I still remember how my obsession with trans women began. Back then, I was buried in books, studying for my SATs. My only escapes were junk food, sleep, and porn. I had to box up my PlayStation; otherwise, I’d never make the cut for college. The rest of my time, the vast majority of it, was consumed by studying. ​I went through every category of straight porn: pussy, hardcore, solo, you name it. But over time, with no ot...

The house always felt too small for the secret Stephen kept inside. At 18, he stood five-foot-ten and was very skinny, a frame that seemed to invite mockery from the athletic boys growing up. His features were gentle, his lips full, and his hair, though kept short to avoid more teasing, had a tendency to wave. School had been a gauntlet of whispers and shoves, of “faggot” and “pretty boy” hurled like stones. He’d learned...

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...

​We live in an age of extremes, where everything is allowed, in a way, but it’s also a time where old moral judgments still rest beneath the ashes of our parents' and grandparents' world. A lot of things are no longer said, more out of fear than true understanding. It’s not that the people who made mean-spirited jokes in the nineties have suddenly had a change of heart. Quite the opposite: in my view, those people simply...

It was early Sunday morning, and once again I found myself at the airport, catching a flight to the next city on my work schedule. I spent three weeks of every month on the road, a week each in three different cities. Usually by the end of the first month in a new location, I had found a sexual partner to play with: a couple, a woman, or a man. I’m not exactly straight. I bend in multitasking ways, and you might say I’m b...

Brad and Mandy had grown up together and been best friends as far back as they could remember. Even though Brad was three years older, it was an issue between them. Mandy saw him as her big brother and deep soul, and a young man to lean on when she had problems at school or at home. Someone who was always there to support her and have a good time. All that changed one day when they were in their early teens. Brad’s father...

Friday morning. My phone rings, and when I see the screen, I feel my heart immediately beat a little faster. It's Lena. Finally. "Hey Ben," her voice says through the speaker, and I can hear the grin in it. "I had an idea for this afternoon. How about we go to the gym together and get a bit of a workout? And afterward, we could order a pizza at my place and watch that new Ghibli movie we talked about last time." I nod, ev...

I stare at the screen, but the words blur before my eyes. I've been struggling with the documentary for hours, every sentence, every phrase that feels like it's being pulled through thick honey. I groan softly, lean back, and rub my tired eyes. Then I hear a soft giggle. "That bad?" Lena suddenly appears beside my table, a cup of tea in her hand. Her scent—warm, sweet, like vanilla with a hint of book pages—wafts up to me...

"Firebombs? Why would I want a consumable over a unique item?" "Well technically the others aren't unique, you can still find them in-game later on. The binoculars are literally in the first area, and I wouldn't recommend the Master Key for a first playthrough..." "This game's really hard though, right? Shouldn't I get the ring that regens health?" "Okay so that's actually a translation error, it actually only increases y...

The leather on the steering wheel lets out a creak. Stephanie doesn't realise how tight her grip is; there's no room in her mind to process it. Her thoughts are buzzing with equal parts excitement and anxiety, the thrill of possibility intermingled with outlandish scenarios of everything that could go wrong. She can feel her heartbeat pulsing throughout her body, and there's a tightness in her throat. Her eyeliner isn't q...

Chapter One: The Proposition Alex was 24 years old and had just finished his marketing degree from the University of Missouri. Now back at home with his parents and younger brother, Brandon. He was looking for work and not having a successful time at it. Chase was 39 and had been a friend of the family for many years, having first met Alex's father, Dan, after graduating from college himself. Dan Evans was working in a de...

I remember when we first met. I was in the chemist's waiting on my estrogen when I noticed a guy across from me look at me, then his phone, and then me again. I instantly knew he recognised me from Grindr. I live in a rural area, and there are not many trans women around here, so I often get messages like "I saw you in the supermarket today", so I didn't think much of it. Later, in another store, he introduced himself and...