From the notes of Dr. Kelsey Ransom, PsyD Today I terminated my relationship with Rachel and Bertie. The couple has completed what I would consider the standard period of couple’s therapy, and even though our sessions have uncovered some skeletons in their closet (See previous notes), they continue to look forward to the future. They know that further challenges will present themselves, and they are interested in pursuing...

Jackson awoke to the soft scratch of nails in his chest hair and looked down to see Robyn making swirls with their fingers. “How long did we sleep?” he asked, stifling a yawn. “Couple of hours,” they replied, tilting their head up to look at him. “Hungry?” “Yeah, for a few things.” Jackson grinned and swatted their butt. Robyn gasped slightly, "Oh, more of that , please. But food first. Pizza?” Jackson nodded and they mad...

Jackson fumbled with the lock on the bathroom door, not realising in his haste that it hadn't quite slid closed. Turning to the toilet, he put down the lid and sat, pulling out his phone and putting in some earbuds as he hunted for some good FTM porn. He'd come in to work today, on a new assignment to assist someone cataloguing a library of old books, and one look at his temporary boss had told him he was in trouble. He h...

It’s okay to want your dick sucked It's okay to want your dick It's okay to need your dick sucked It's okay to need your dick. Can you see your dick in your mind How it feels to hold it, and say that’s mine? Yes, go ahead stare at it, touch it, stroke it. Do you feel that? Yes, that’s called euphoria. It's okay to cry Please cry for me, you big brave boy Please cry for me, you smol strong soul. Everything you are, let it...

Part 1: The Foyer Violet stared absently at her coffee. Black. The calming aroma of the small riverside cafe did little to smooth her nerves. She took a sip. Bitter. Usually Violet limited her caffeine intake in the evening, but tonight she would be needing the energy. Across from her, Alice nursed a latte. Extra sugar. "I don't know if I can do this." Violet couldn't tell if she was shaking from anxiety or coffee. "You o...

“Shit!” Vivian’s bloody hand slipped for the third time on the platform edge. Not her blood, thankfully. Micky’s. She glanced back at the swaying figures in the gloom. “Double shit!” She tried again with a run-up, bruising her ribs but succeeding in heaving herself into the abandoned Tube station. Ignoring the stabbing pain developing in her side, she rolled to her feet, thankful she had kept her boots on rather than crot...

Greedily, you gasp for air, lungs raw and on the edge of burning. That time was almost too much. Salt tears stream down your cheeks and mix with the thick spittle coating your face. A deep, warm ache ebbs in your thighs as you struggle to stay sat on your feet despite the steel hook neatly nestled in your tight arsehole insisting that you stand and relieve the pressure. You give your head a quick wobble to shake the brigh...

The bass resonates through your chest and down through your stomach, connecting with the concurrent rumble travelling up through your legs at exactly the point you didn’t want it to centre. The persistent throb of your blood synchronising with the beat of the music and all zoning in on the one spot you didn’t want to think about tonight. After weeks, no, months of not even holding hands down the street, he had called it o...

I had my group of friends. We had been friends since early on in high school, and though we had since become a lot looser of a friend group we still tried to spend as much time as possible with each other and could talk to each other about things that we couldn’t to anyone else, or just ‘be’ without worrying. We were each other’s oasis in the wilderness of high school – it was quite amazing that we could find each other t...

Two full days passed before Alyssa finally texted Damien. Not wanting to appear desperate, she had fought the temptation to contact him the very next day after their amazingly erotic encounter at Pan’s Labyrinth. Damien had awakened the insatiable lustful side of Alyssa, the one that was always aroused and craved scintillating, sumptuous and kinky sex. When she sent the text message to him, she didn’t expect him to reply...

It was all the rage and Aiden couldn’t ignore it any longer. Pan’s Labyrinth had opened up in the Meatpacking District and it was receiving rave reviews from the bisexual community; a club dedicated to bisexuals and pansexuals alike. If you went there, it was assumed that you liked men, women and anyone lovely in between. Despite its cute logo and demure entrance, the venue was really a sex club.Aiden loved sex but she he...