It was another damp winter evening when I stepped into the cosy saloon bar, escaping the irritating drizzle. As the frosted glass-paned door swung open my senses were overwhelmed with the smell of cigarette smoke and beer. The usual locals were already in their chosen places. Propping up the bar or sitting huddled around beaten copper tables chatting quietly...
Jonathan stared out over the balcony railing into the garden below. His heart ached horrendously over the loss of his best friend. In his mind, he conjured memories of the past years with Peter that only proved to make his pain even colder and harder to bear. It seemed the vast darkness that surrounded him would quickly swallow him up. He felt caught in a...
Emmanuel, cosmopolitan boi that he was, was becoming lonely of late. He still frequented his usual haunts, errant impersonal coffeebars, bookstores, independent record vendors... the like. He knew exactly what pixie faces he would see... he'd already had his choice between most of them, and there would be no surprises there... he was a pretty fag... the metr...
My first week is finally done and over with here at Keene State. It sure has been a completely different experience than it was during my freshman year at the University of Rhode Island. I would not say that it was more difficult, just different. Walking across the campus to get to the parking lot by the Keene Community Ice Arena is an adventure in itself....
Thank you for reading my story and for the likes and gracious comments. I know you're all anticipating the continuation of the story, so here you go. It had taken me a little longer to write as our country and the rest of the world deals with the COVID19 situation. Wherever you are, please as much as you can stay indoors, stay safe, and stay connected. We'll...
"In conclusion, it was the post-modernists that first shifted the power dynamic of artistic production and consumption between the European metropole and the post-colonial world. We see the groundwork for this argument in the later works of Zweig, and then more clearly illustrated by the so-called 'Boom' of Latin American literature in the post-war. This is...
Our First Meeting I had a highly sensitive job which kept me from exploring my personal fetishes for years, but I couldn't take it anymore. I changed careers and found something I could do that was much less public and could be free to explore. I found myself on a fetish site, had an account, and took pictures of myself, no faces of course, in my favor...
It was a hot night as I tossed and turned in someone else's bed. I woke and turned to my phone to see it was 3:15 am. A quick turn to my right told me that my partner in bed was still asleep. Her smooth stomach went up and down at a slow rate. I decided not to bother her and slipped out of bed. I walked in the darkness only in my briefs towards her window ba...
I am an ordinary student, a little late on his studies, a little after his 24th birthday. I am gonna go ahead and say that this is going to be a long story, due to its character of being as describing as I can make it be, which is the level of reality. I always identified publicly as a straight guy, except for four or five people, one of which was the physi...
The story that follows is, for the most part, true. It is part one of a real experience that took place over several years. I have filled in or slightly modified some details, and of course changed the names. To be honest I don't really remember how it started. It was a craigslist post, I don't remember if I responded to his or he responded to mine. We got...