He’s here again. Fourth week in a row. As if getting up before ten on a Sunday morning for father-enforced exercise with my sister and her friend wasn’t bad enough, and he’s making the already tedious outing at the council pool near unbearable. Going to university should mean I escape compulsory sport and everything to do with it, not that it gets moved to my summer holidays. Eyes down! Crap. Too late; things are already...

“Are you sure this is the path, Pete?” Assumpta bit back her finest Irish obscenities as brambles ripped another hole in her green tights. Admittedly, if she had to become a fairy for her best friend’s summer art project, a punk one in a shredded dress was more her style, though a pixie would have been more appropriate for prancing around Cornwall and suited her short black hair better. “No,” Peter admitted, holding the n...

  "I'm not ready, guys." The very long days (and some nights, as well) of planning, studying and strategizing, were a preparation for the real thing, as just a few steps were separating Rita from her first court date. Michael could feel her tension rubbing off on himself, as well, as if he wasn't pretty nervous already. Oh well, at least she hadn't noticed the journalists approaching the court! "Are those... Journalists?...

  7.30 a.m.   Shania Twain's voice in "That don't impress me much" pulled Michael off whatever he was dreaming. It sounded like a great idea when he set one of his favorite songs ever as his alarm ringtone, at first, but now he wasn't that sure. No one really likes to interrupt their dream, especially with a max-volumed song. That's barbaric and no song in the world will heal that sensation, especially the most loved ones...

After I returned from my trip, Sam and I settled into a routine where we met every evening after work and ended up spending the night at either his house or my house.  I looked forward to spending time with him and finally curling up with his gorilla body every night.  Our bond grew more and more and our sexual escapades expanded. Sam’s construction business started to take off and he had hired a couple of men to work for...

Early one morning, I received a call from an out of town client who needed acute help with his accounting system. I agreed to fly out that evening and be ready to help him the next morning.  I packed my bag so that I could go directly from work to the airport. I called Sam and told him I would be leaving tonight and back in a couple of days.  We had planned to meet that evening so I was disappointed that I had to travel. ...

The morning after my first fuck with Sam, I woke up with a raging hardon.  I reflected on how lucky I had been that he was interested in trying sex with me. It could have ended badly if he had been insulted or homophobic.  I relived the feeling of his hairy body against mine, his thick veiny cock fucking both my mouth and ass and I jacked off in my bed.   We had left it open-ended without any commitment to meet again, so...

I am a forty-five-year-old man, six foot, one hundred eighty pounds and a decent masculine body that I keep in shape by running a few times a week.  Over the years, I have had a number of girlfriends and short term relationships and even living together with a couple of them for about six months, but never really felt like settling down into a married routine.  I am also bisexual and have on and off played around with a f...

This is a true story that happened to me a few years ago. While my job is at an industry park in the suburbs, our company had a full-day meeting in one of the conference rooms in a major hotel. After the meeting, I left the hotel and started walking down the street to the parking garage where I had left my car. I happened to stop and look into one of the store windows that had a particularly interesting display of vintage...

Perfection can be strange, sometimes. The moment I was living, that very moment, for example, was the picture of perfection; Dylan and I, frozen in the eternal instant of a kiss. It was perfect. So, why wasn't I insanely happy? Our tongues kept moving, his fire was keeping me alive. I didn't want to think, I just wanted to sip that happiness, but I couldn't help it. Dylan was right there, he was there, he was alive! Also,...

  . Two drops of Chanel n°5, right behind the ears, before wearing my excuse for a dress. Colin kept messaging me: he was very worried about me joining the party since I was clearly not ok and about how I changed my mind after I spoke to my... lover of mystery. "What happened? Did he force you to come here? Are us gals likely subject to be threatened by him?" Oh Gawd, he knew nothing about me and the hunky boss, thankfull...

"Girl, you're smelling of hormones and lies..." Colin looked at me skeptically, as I kept making up excuses to explain why I took that long to come back. He didn't buy any single word of mine, not like I was really trying to convince him, actually. I could have said anything, my shining eyes couldn't help, but to reveal I was lying: his hungry kisses were still on my starving lips, just one taste of what was left of my mu...

  My name is Spencer. And I gotta say: I've been quite lucky. I've been quite lucky even when I died. My name is Spencer and I'm lucky because the day I died, was also the day I came to a new life.My name is Spencer and I am a transgender woman.I still remember when in my previous life, I came out to my family: it was on a Saturday when my parents came back home from work and they found all my things packed. As much as I...

      “Remember: sexuality is not meant to be stale. Sexuality is fluid!” Miss Grunee was enthusiastic to speak in her favorite park, to her small audience, “You’re not heterosexual. You’re not LGBT. You are who you are!” the lady ended her monologue with a standing ovation. Next to the group, PJ was doing his reps of traction at the bar. 'Yeah, right,'  he thought, ironically.PJ has been proudly gay since he discovered s...

“I’m not a slut.” Or so I thought. However, at the precise moment of thinking that, I had a thick, veiny cock between my lips, and my tongue probing the inside of a complete stranger’s foreskin in the middle of a public restroom. So yeah, I guess I can now be defined as a slut.Allow me to introduce myself: I’m Jeff. A thirty-six-year-old trucker from Pennsylvania. I like doing what most guys like doing: I drink beer, watc...