A/N: Just a little thing I wrote a while back. Decided it would be good enough for my first submission to this wonderful site, so. Set in 60's England, when homosexuality was still illegal. Not really much other plot besides that, just sex. Also, bird = girl, lady, woman, etc. Both characters are 18+.. Hope you enjoy! ** Jeffrey felt like an awkward te...
DISCLAIMER: All persons, events, and places are fictional. Any similarities and/or recurrences of persons, events, and/or places is surely coincidental. All participants in the story are at or above the age of 18. Ever wonder who your "true love" may be? I know I did. Well, I remember explicitly the day I learned. It wasn't the situation I had dreamed of, o...
I'm a 30 year old man whose lover was murdered by strangers just because he was gay. It will be two years June 1st and I wanted to do something dedicated to his memory. My heart died with him but the memories of our seven years together live on. I still wear his collar. He still owns me. DDD Sam sat back letting his legs fall open, and took a mouthful...
Thank you so much for your comments! Any and all are welcome. It has been a while since I have written anything and its's tricky to get back into practice. Its so encouraging to know people are reading (and sometimes even enjoying) my work. * Soul went back to his drawing and doodles some birds in the clouds, he knew Sylvia wasn't going to be happy with hi...
"Lions and tigers and bears – oh, my! Lions and tigers and bears – oh, my!" That same song lyric played over and over in my head as I staggered blindly through the thick undergrowth, my face whipped by the onslaught of branches. My panicked mind reached randomly for the familiar; a sense of normality that was lost at the onset of my journey. "Lions and t...
For the next couple of days after my experience with the Engineering Club, I was hit with overwhelming guilt. I had let Chris, along with a dozen of his friends, use me unmercifully, and record it for anyone to see. I couldn't believe what I had done. Although I thoroughly enjoyed being used, I couldn't let anyone find out about it. What would my family and...
So now it's Micah again. What's up, T? "Micah is your real name. I want to start being real with you." Then I'll have to call you Ted all the time... "Don't change a thing, Micah. You like calling me 'T', and so do I. Besides, this is not your problem, it's mine. You have always been real with me." In this moment I can think of nothing else I would rathe...
*** Based on my own experiences. Names have been changed*** ***** I had just broken up with my girlfriend and while it had been a short lived romance, it didn't sting any less after ending things with her. But wallowing does nothing good; even in New York, home to some eight million people, it can be a lonely place. Problem was, I knew I wasn't in the righ...
*Quickly, I just want to apologize for the last chapter, because near the end I accidentally switched back and forth from first and third person. I am VERY sorry about that, and I have made sure to keep things neat in this one. On the other hand, if anyone liked it in first person point of view, or has any opinions on how they want me to tell the story, ple...
The bathhouse has a fairly large sling room, though the sling itself is not really that comfortable, possibly a reason why the space is generally empty. Today, having finished my beer after enjoying some organic smoke, wandering upstairs, it was a surprise to see someone in the room so early. Letting a certain fancy carry me along to him, following a two wee...