Body image and self-acceptance Stories

“I’m so alone, I’m sick of scrolling past the same lost eyes and sad faces on this damn app, come rescue me and we can go to a haunted house tonight,” Oxy said into the phone which lay next to his head on the pillow. “You realize how short notice this is? How do you know I’m not already out?” “If you were already out, you wouldn’t have picked up the damn phone. C’mon, Tazon, let’s do something! It’s fucking Halloween. I’m...

You were taught to color inside the lines, To speak softly, cross your ankles, To never need too much, want too boldly, To stay clean in a world that dirties everything. They praised you for being good, But never asked if you were happy. You tucked away your hunger, Buried your ache in polite smiles And crossed legs. But, Babygirl, I’ve seen you — Not the mask, Not the act — You. I’ve seen the way your breath catches When...

Reeon had that already ruined silk shirt on the bed, he sat up over it on his knees, while he stroked his cock, he had a nice buzz going, and didn’t hear her over the sound as she snuck in and climbed on the bed. There was no stopping her hard cock now. She crawled up behind him, kept her cock just at bay, hand slipped around his hip to the base of his cock. “Oh shit,” he yelled and jumped. She tightened her grip. “Don’t...

Reeon woke up in the morning to noises echoing through the ship, groggy, stumbled out the bedroom to see many aliens and pieces of the ship scattered about, just in nothing but boxers. “Good morning,” two of them greeted him. He gave a noncommittal wave. “Hope you don’t mind, but we made something similar to what you humans call coffee. You can have some, if you like,” said a female. He looked at her light gray muscular b...

Sleep falls gently from my eyes And with a yawn, I glance at you Already seated beside that dressing table Once more wearing that false, sweet smile. 'How early this time, did you rise?' To sit and pout before that mirror Whilst night and stars still flee to day Even bird songs have yet to hail the dawn. For far too long, I've held my peace So, I furrow my brow and frown at you. You turn then pause and inquire of me, “Wha...