We both dozed off in the car. It was dark when I awoke. Sarah was in a deep sleep on the front seat. I quietly exited the car. She needed to rest for the night I had planned for her. I cradled her like a baby as I took her out of the car. I was careful not to wake her. I carried her up to my room and gently set her on the bed. I hurried downstairs back to the garage and grabbed my toolbox. I hastily washed a few screwdriv...

A thousand light years from home aboard the Vermillion, a large ringed space station, I stood watching out the wall-sized window of my 50x50 foot living quarters. Beyond the Tube, the central axle connecting the rings together like the axle of an ancient horse-drawn cart, spun another ring like the one I inhabited, eclipsing the white dwarf beyond. My phone in my pocket vibrated and chimed, and I quickly took it out to ch...

It’s hot. Way too hot. A heatwave like we’d almost never lived through. For three weeks the house hasn’t cooled down once. We sleep on top of the sheets, windows open, with that fan pushing warm air around and buzzing like a giant mosquito. The kitchen tile is the only cool surface left in the place, and Lucie puts her bare feet on it every morning with a sigh of relief, like she’s stepping into a pool. Lucie and I have b...

Monday Back in the early noughties, I was a senior IT project manager for a food distribution company based in Plymouth. The role regularly saw me dispatched on training courses run by software vendors and computer companies. On this particular occasion, I was booked onto a five-day course in Uxbridge, west London, which meant spending the week in one of those anonymous business hotels—spotlessly clean, perfectly comforta...

At 32 years old, Chandni Sharma emerged as a formidable force in the fashion world. Her designs draped Bollywood kings and Hollywood queens in silk and glamour on red carpets around the globe, with her London studio serving as a hub of activity and success. Yet nothing grounded her like Anthony, her long-term devoted partner. Anthony, a quiet primary school teacher from a prestigious school in Chelsea, London, provided st...

The invitation was sincere, with a handwritten note added. My former high school girlfriend, Kira, was asking me to be a bridesmaid in her wedding. We had a complicated history: I took her to senior prom, and I was completely infatuated with her. She was the cutest girl in our class and the only person from high school who knew about my interest in cross-dressing. With her blonde hair, blue eyes, and swimmer’s build, she...

Arturo was looking at me funny. Again. I feel like every town has one: that quirky, odd (usually older) artist-type, who is operating on some upper plane of super-intense brainwaving, who doesn't seem to have a regular, you-and-me job, but is living in the biggest space in town that's been converted into both an art studio and the coolest apartment you've ever seen. Clothes that are somehow both stylish and paint-spattere...

I was a closeted bisexual man in the late ’80s, trying to navigate feelings I didn’t have the language or freedom to express. Living in North Carolina, memories of an early same‑sex experience kept resurfacing, and the pull to understand that part of myself was getting harder to ignore. I’d heard about a small gay bar in Jacksonville and felt drawn to see it, even though my life at home was busy and tightly structured. Wi...

My connection with shemales started with the Internet. During my teenage years, I used to watch a lot of porn. I watched a little bit of everything and discovered the most diverse categories of adult videos over time, until I came across shemales, which completely fascinated me. But despite that, I had never actually tried having sex with a trans woman, even after years of curiosity. I never considered myself homosexual;...

Clare and I decided to go for a walk that morning. It had seemed to the both of us that the rain was clearing, and once the sun crept out from behind a grey cloud, we elected to get dressed and undertake a restorative and gentle lap of the park. We lay in bed together as we made this plan, the sheets tangled around our limbs. Clare’s long body was both covered and revealed by them, the curve of her hips interrupted by the...