Imagine you are a lonely person on the inside, and just wanting all your life to be loved for who you are. Holli Artigas, was just that person. Wondering whether her obsession with Jon Silva, a football star, was from a casual encounter, or was she truly fond of him? Growing up in the Sao Paulo, ... read more
I had always felt like I had a hot body for a girl. I was naturally blonde and smooth; I guess I had been blessed by my parents’ Scandinavian genetics. My pubes were always just a small fuzz—easy to shave and keep a clean bikini line. Same thing with my armpit hair. And my ass? Completely smooth and... read more
“Curious? Bi?” Well, yes, but only with a shemale. Beyond that I’m a firmly planted heterosexual. For many years I longed to have sex with a shemale but never did anything about it. (I’m not much of an initiator). The community I live in has lots of shemale beauts; maybe that started my intere... read more
Les choses allaient si bien.... Après un long et misérable quart de travail, Steven rentrait enfin chez lui. La plupart des gens détestent faire la navette, mais Steven trouve que la demi-heure de route est un moyen idéal pour se détendre avec un livre audio ou un podcast. Dernièrement, cette pet... read more
Le rêve est mort. L'écriture était ma passion, mais cela n'a jamais servi à rien. La réalité a une mauvaise façon de vous rattraper, déchiquetant vos désirs dans son sillage. Ce cycle d'épargne et de vie de ces économies s'est progressivement révélé intenable et maintenant, à ving... read more
Comme tous les seniors de 18 ans, je vivais vite et chassais le cul. Ma vie avait été une ligne forte entre ce que mon esprit pensait que je devais faire et ce que ma bite voulait que je fasse. C'est pourquoi je suis chez la fille la plus salope de l'école. Elle suce ma bite comme si c'était un Toot... read more
Le lycée n'était pas un endroit amusant pour moi. Étant plus un outsider geek, plus intéressé par la science, les ordinateurs et la culture pop associée à ces intérêts, cela signifiait que j'avais peu d'amis. Cela signifiait aussi que j'étais si loin de l'échelle sociale que je n... read more
"Jonathon !" La voix de maman résonna dans les escaliers. Honnêtement, ne peut-elle pas me laisser tranquille ? Jon garde les yeux fixés sur l'ennemi qu'il est en train d'écraser sur la tête avec sa hache enchantée, et le monstre s'effondre d'un coup décapitant. ... read more
Être coincé au bureau tard un vendredi, c'est toujours nul. Alors que je remarquais que des subordonnés et des collègues quittaient le bâtiment alors que l'horloge sonnait cinq heures, certains d'entre eux s'arrêtant à la porte de mon bureau pour me souhaiter poliment un bon week-end... read more
There was no spaceport on Jansen's Planet. There had been, but whatever calamity had befallen the world generations ago had also destroyed its port. It was one of so many planets out in the Barrens that had fallen on hard times. So Dekker set down the Barnabas in a clearing in the forest, a remna... read more
Tim est entré dans la pièce de devant de la maison de son ami et a appuyé plusieurs fois sur l'interrupteur. "Hey Harley, ta lumière est éteinte", a-t-il crié dans les escaliers. "Ouais, c'est capricieux, je pense que tout cet endroit a besoin d'être recâblé. Il y a une de ces lampes sur la table... read more
The following story is the first of four parts of a tale that explores the theme of transformation. It is thematically similar others that I have submitted but has a larger narrative arc. I hope you enjoy reading the first portion, Act One & Two. I continue to work on better editing and someone h... read more
In 2013, after almost three years of service in Afghanistan, George Madsen, a gay Royal Navy communications petty officer, retired. His experience in the distant deserts had left an indelible mark, the memories of friends lost and challenges faced still burned vividly in his mind. Coming home was n... read more
I first met Holli at the gymnasium of our apartment complex. Since it was around 6:00 am on a Sunday morning, I didn’t expect to see anyone that early. At first just like we all do, the customary good morning, small talk, and it usually stops there, but there was just something that drew my attentio... read more
Chapter 1: Blow by Blow October 12th Thursday evening. Tick, tick tick... the minutes pass by while Nick lies on his back, staring at the white ceiling fan that hovers above. He raises his head, bats his eye lashes, and yawns. His long, wavy, auburn hair falls down his back with small curls. ... read more
A couple of years ago I joined a new golf course, I wasn't the best golfer but very keen, I would be at the practice area almost everyday for at least an hour. Over this time I got to know a number of members and it was a good way of meeting people to play with. Over that year I met a number of new... read more
I grew up near the U.S.-Mexico border and am ½ Mexican Hispanic and ½ Anglo (white). I visited Nogales Senora on the Mexican side on and off during my teen years. As a young adult, I was fearless and sometimes went across alone to visit the strip clubs, get a cheap lunch, or look for Mexican sweetie... read more
We sat there staring despondently at the ground. We had searched through all our bags and pockets and had nothing like the money we needed to pay for the hot sex sessions we had each enjoyed with the hot, hung Dutch whore. The guy, the pimp, who had previously been all smiles and friendly encouragem... read more
I knocked at the door, unsure of what to expect. Living in a big city for the last year, where I didn't really know anybody, had certainly put a crimp in my sex life. Where I used to live, in a much smaller town, during my high school years, I'd been able to get my dick into many tight, warm and wil... read more
“In life, finding a voice is speaking and living the truth. Each of you is an original. Each of you has a distinctive voice. When you find it, your story will be told. You will be heard.” John, living outside Boston, being your average accountant working with Gillette, had gone through a messy di... read more
