Even after I'm permitted to remove my blindfold, the darkness remains absolute. This room is windowless and soundproof. The floor is covered with a thick padding that provides a cushion for my knees. A friend has invited me here so I can revel in what she calls "the room for unbridled sluts." She and her husband are deep into the BDSM scene, and they've specially designed this space on the lower level of their unassuming...

She steps in barefoot, carrying her shoes and a glass of white wine she doesn’t remember picking up. She presses thirty-seven. The elevator reeks of bleach and somebody else’s perfume. In the light up there, she looks fifteen years older than she did at lunch. Four hours of behavioral economists agreeing with one another and patting one another on the back about it. Her feet are ruined. The wine is warm. She drinks the wi...

I was pissed off and angry. I went for a run, but it didn’t help. There is only one thing that will help when I get this way. I need to be fucked. No strings. Just raw, animalistic fucking. After showering, I carefully select my outfit. Not too slutty, but showing enough skin that any man in their right mind will know what I am after. I head out the door to the Down Under bar. The clientele there should have just what I n...

Panting slightly, the man stops and bends with his hands on his knees. The back of his T-shirt is damp with sweat. He lowers himself onto the wooden seat behind him and tips his head back. Mouth open, he breathes in cool air before wiping his face on his arm. Looking at the distance mode on his fitness watch, he sees the total since leaving home is ten kilometres. He quickly calculates that he will have run twenty kilomet...

I visited family for a week in San Francisco. I was staying at a hotel in Union Square from February thirteenth through the twentieth. I was constantly checking my Silverdaddies, my sniffies and my AOL mail for messages from men that I wanted to meet. Friday, February thirteenth, I logged into Sniffies and found men posting that they were going to be going to Power House, a popular gay bar in San Francisco with a back pla...

The air tasted like wet grass and distant rain as Emily tugged Daniel’s hand, pulling him off the main path. "This way! I think there's a little clearing back here." Her voice was bright, a little breathless. Her first real date with Daniel felt like stepping into a storybook, and this hidden corner of the city park, bathed in the softening gold of dusk, was the perfect setting. Daniel chuckled, letting himself be led. "S...

"The Secret Hotel" (Part 1 - Glory Hole Awakening) Alex had always been the kind of guy who secretly craved submission. He was 25, living in a small apartment in a big city, working freelance jobs that brought neither money nor satisfaction. In the evenings he would spend hours on chats and forums dedicated to BDSM and gay communities. He loved fantasizing about completely surrendering to someone, becoming an object of de...

Brandon could best be described as cuddly. He stood at a modest five foot seven. His soft round belly was always trying to peek out of the bottom of his shirts. His pale arms had a faint dusting of red hair from his knuckles up to his shoulders. He had gained the nickname teddy bear for his cute and soft appearance. However, today he was a grumpy teddy bear, which was still cute, but in a different way. He climbed into hi...

Clara’s life had become marked by a monotonous rhythm of failed relationships and unfulfilled desires. Each breakup left her more hollow than the last, her heart aching for something—no, someone—to fill the void. But it wasn’t just companionship she craved. Deep down, Clara wanted more. She wanted to feel alive, to create life. She wanted a child. Her first attempt at achieving this dream came in the form of an anonymous...

Heather’s apartment always smelled like vanilla candles and whatever takeout they’d murdered the night before. Tonight it was Thai, and the empty containers were still scattered across the coffee table like casualties. One of her socks had a hole in the toe; the burgundy polish on that foot was chipped to hell. She had her legs kicked up on the table, heel nudging the last inch of Casa Dragones so hard the bottle wobbled....

My weekends aren't spent like many of my coworkers or friends. I hear stories of trips to museums with partners or kids or weekend trips to the lake or even a relaxing night at home. I have some of those...sometimes. But my weekends were usually spent being a cumdump. I know the record scratched to a halt at that, but yes. I'm in my 20s and I just am used as a cumdump. I get a motel on the sketchy side of town where I kno...