Now that I have aged into my golden years, I can look back and see the events and subconscious desires that were lurking under my acquired personality of straight heterosexuality. This is the story of how I grew into my homosexuality over time. When I was in my early twenties, homophobia at that time was rampant and firmly entrenched in my mind. What made me horny was really just my own genitalia. Nudity and fondling my c...

"I'm gonna throw up," I moaned, rubbing my temples. David set a cup of coffee in front of me. "Yet another night of debauchery?" I nodded and pull the mug close. Bitter life-giving brew. "I had to take a fucking bus downtown to get my car. Again. And my shirt smells like sandalwood." "Ah, so the mystery masseuse is back," David joked. "Got essential oil on your dick?" "No, dumbass. And I told you that I don't remember any...

Living in Vancouver in the winter is stunning – when it’s not foggy, with the snow-covered North Shore Mountains, the brisk breeze across the Harbour, and Stanley Park to run. I live in N. Van on the waterfront, and sometimes we’ll get up very early for a run, and today was Xmas Eve and a clear weather forecast. At 5AM, the house is silent apart from the fridge motor, and the streets are deserted. My Garmin’s alarm bleeps...

I was sitting in the Eagle, enjoying a well-earned pint, having just submitted my recent assignment as part of my PhD, when my professor, Professor William Nevis, walked in and saw me sitting in the snug to his left. He smiled warmly and gestured towards the seat opposite me as if asking permission to sit down. I nodded enthusiastically as he walked over and sat down. He was wearing a tweed jacket with leather patches on...

Justine looked in the mirror. Good enough. Allen had persuaded her not to use too much make up. She wore her tightest, sexiest pair of jeans. They were thin and flexible, ideal for the dance floor, as long as it didn’t get too hot. She wore a white tank top with no bra. She wasn’t used to showing off her nipples like this, but Allen said it was perfect, and she knew Bryce would love it too. To avoid shocking anyone on cam...

The Next Morning The morning light filtered softly through the blinds, casting lazy stripes across the cluttered dorm room. Nia lay tangled in the sheets, sore and dripping from the night before, her body humming with memory. A low groan escaped her when Cam’s thick fingers slid beneath her pajama waistband. She stirred, smiling sleepily, spreading her thighs to invite him closer. The cold contrast of his touch made her s...

There were no close calls when Alex got home after her appointment with James. Her parents, fools that they were, were already asleep. She simply slipped into the house, padded upstairs, and went to bed with a smug smile on her face. The mask of the goody-two-shoes girl slipped seamlessly back in place, and remained in place until her appointment with Jason on Wednesday. Jason was a new client, and that made it even more...

The weight of her words fell upon me, and I gazed into my mother's eyes, searching for reassurance. Her eyes were fixed, and she squeezed my hand softly. "You are strong, Myra," she said softly, "and you are loved. I know this because I was a young woman of Paankpara once. I loved the freedom it offered and I did not want you to be deprived of it" Buriya led the patron in and closed the door behind us, leaving us in the h...