~*~Side A~*~ My name is Christian. Most of the people I know call me Chris. Although my mom calls me Christian Edward Matthews whenever she's mad. I don't really like my middle name all that much, but of course, I never tell her that. Currently, I'm 19 years old and in my senior year in high school. I started a bit late into school so I'm older than most by...
I wake up with a piss hardon. I slide my hand across the bed. The room is still dark, the drapes pulled closed. No Jo. She's slipped out of bed without waking me. We've been living together for three months now. I pee, then open the drapes. The sun won't be up for another hour or so, but the city never gets really dark. Look at that snow. Still coming down....
Quarantine Queers Author's Note: This is not to make light or minimize the clusterfuck that's going on right now. It's just my creative way of coping. If you like it, please let me know in the comments sections, there will be at least two more. * According to New York, during the Coronavirus, you are your best sex partner. Which I guess requires a real l...
Disclaimer: Welcome to my world! As always, here comes the disclaimer. You just can't live without those, can you? My stories are almost always fantasy based, (vampires and werewolves and angels, Oh my!) and this one is no different. This story holds strong BDSM themes as well as Slavery, polyamoury and romance. Mind you, my depiction of Slavery is *not* rea...
We had met a few times at the local coffee shop, friendly hellos while standing in line waiting to place our individual orders. Those hellos had led to discussions of politics, art, standing outside smoking a cigarette, drinking coffee before heading our separate ways for the day. On one such day, rain pouring down from the skies outside, standing in line ag...
"I'll get it! I'll get it!" Four year-old Lola called as she raced towards the ringing phone. "No! I'll get it. I'll get it!" Lilly contradicted, her little legs working as fast as they could to catch up to her twin. "Girls. Please. Settle down! Jon, can you get the phone?" Sarah begged, her hands sticky with the dough she was kneading. "Sure." Jonatha...
Brent, short for Brentworth, his mother's maiden name, was a privileged spoiled college jock. This was the third time he was before Judges Bates for possession of a controlled substance and his rich and powerful Daddy has had enough. He told the judge to give him three years, which will sober him up. Snake, who got his name from the snake tats on his left ar...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: HA! I bet you thought I was gonna take an entire year for another chapter. Well... Jokes on you! I got some stocked up and I've been tinkering with some chapters, so calm your tits. It'll be okay. Promise ;) Onward to chapter three! 3. ----- The rest of the car ride was pregnant with tension thick enough to make Liv lapse into a momenta...
This is a true story of my first and second experience with an older man. When I was 18 back in the early 1970s I use to hitchhike a lot to save money on bus fares, I would hitch a lift most days. On one cold, wet and dark winters night I was trying to get home I had hitchhiked in the same spot for about 20 minutes, the road seemed busy and I started to t...
**I promise this isn't the end, there's more Dean and Ben to come. I hope you enjoy. -Penny** What he'd felt after Laura left him felt shallow in comparison to the pain-coated emptiness inside him now. Nothing mattered anymore, Dean's cold dismissal broke something in him. Worst part was that he couldn't figure out where he'd gone wrong. Dean didn't call,...