Everything comes to an end sometime. And when you reach that end it's only natural to look back on what was and had been when everything was new and exciting. Looking back at those moments that changed the course of who you were into who you became. That it was love that did this only makes the remembering of it so much more special. *** Heather sat on the end of the bed and eased herself back so that she was propped up o...

I was sat behind my desk when the call came."What?" I shouted down the phone, "You mean now?" I jumped up with a mixture of surprise, delight, fear, and anticipation. At that exact moment, Janet walked through the door with one of the pool girls. I stared at her wide-eyed and scared witless.She put a hand to her mouth when she realized what was happening. Dropping everything on the desk, she grabbed my coat from the hat s...

THE BLIND GIRL IN THE SNOW Part 1. Another December. A different year. "Where is that wife of yours?" Janet hugged herself as she stood waiting next to the carrier on this bitterly cold Friday morning deep in the heart of Winter. Another heavy snowfall had left the landscape covered in shades of white as I turned back to the house with a knowing smile. "You know what she's like," I replied as I unlocked and opened the rig...

Tobin left Jimmy’s house with the key to his empty condo and the note with the address in his pocket and the delirious knowledge that he’d has sex with the object of his desire. In the days that followed he would remember the way Jimmy’s cock felt in his hand and in his mouth, he would remember its taste, and he would think I swallowed him cum. He would think I fucked him. And his friends marveled at the shit-eating grin...

Later in life, Tobin would share awakening stories with his queer friends, often hearing of gradual, incremental steps, peeking out of the closet, the slowly dawning understanding of why they just weren’t into their hetero boyfriends/girlfriends.But Tobin could point to the precise moment he knew he was gay: Saturday, August 16, 2008, at 3:12 in the afternoon, when he was halfway through his sixteenth year. That was when...

My best friend named Brad and I had been friends since the first year of secondary school. We did everything together. We were both in our late twenties but I had been secretly in love with him since first year at college when we were eighteen. But I didn't want to be gay so I decided to date some girls and had sex with them. But I never had any satisfaction from them as all I ever seem to want was Brad. I was delighted w...

You awaken Push the covers backAnd yawnNot yet awareOf your surroundingsOr that it's dawn You stretchArch your backContented smileSexually satisfiedWe went down in style You turnFace awayLong hair on the pillowI spoon youHand on your breastStrong feelings below We drowseFall asleepThe sun breaks throughSlowly we stirTo a love that's new I hold you closeSmell your delicate skinSuccumb to the urgeWithin seconds, I'm in Horn...

Jessica sat nervously in the lobby of the insurance office as she awaited her interview with Mrs. Devine. It was the middle of December and she had just returned home from college a few days earlier. It was a difficult return home because she had lost her financial scholarship due to her grades dropping very badly this past semester. She had called her mother to confess the news last week after her Student Adviser told he...

I had just been through pure bliss. Now it was my turn to return the wonderful favor the coach had just performed on me. I slowly and softly placed my mouth around the head of his cock, lightly licking all around as my mouth slowly slide down his cock. I heard a soft moan, I wasn't sure if it was coming from me or the coach. I couldn't believe how wonderful it felt to have his cock in my mouth, it was so warm and silky fe...

“It was best of the times; it was worst of the times." (A tale of two cities – Charles Dickens)It was best of the times on March 11, 1990, when I cried for the first time after coming out of the womb of my mother; it was also the worst of the times, as I was born in a developing country and thereto in a highly conservative Muslim family.I am a young Muslim girl of 22, living in a small town known as Bhopal in Madhiya Pard...