Five minutes ago. "I can beat anybody in Street Fighter, I'm just that damn good." Kevin boasted spinning the case in his hand. "Right, you think you can beat me because I'm a girl right? That I couldn't possibly know what to do with a control stick in my hand?" Kacey snarled angrily. "I think you'd know exactly what to do with a joy stick actually." Kevi...
Fate can have a funny sense of humor sometimes. Or so I learned the hard way. It was my final term in nursing school and I was assigned to the neurology unit at Ste. Vivienne's Clinic. Worse yet, being a mere student, I ended up with all the night shift. And usually the most disagreeable of the patients. He was one of those. Charles Chatsworth. Oh, don't...
The Ramifications of Yet Another Season of Flaming Denial Yes, this was the perfect deal: neither of them would tell on the other. Perfect. They could sit here for hours, drooling over the facts of the situation and sharing memories. Photographs. Lovers details. But neither of them would have to admit to the free world that they still held unvoiced- well, u...
It was six fifty six in the morning. A massive dark walnut conference table with supple chocolate leather seats on either side were the only furnishings in the room. Floor to ceiling windows provided an immense amount of shrouded tangerine light allowing us to watch the sun rise over the city right before our eyes. I sat across from Wilhem Cobbel. Wilhem was...
Greetings, folks. My name is James Tomasi Bjorn. A tall, good-looking, golden brown-skinned and green-eyed man of African-American and Swedish descent. I'm currently touring North America, and like many young men, I'm looking for adventure. What kind of adventures? Well, that's what this story is all about, folks. I lead the kind of life other people can onl...
Lucas Somerville grew up always knowing what was expected of him. His father made that clear from the start. He was to have the best of everything- school, clothes, friends, all in preparation of taking over the family manufacturing business and continuing to hold up the torch of the Somerville family. There was one wrinkle in the elder Somerville's plans th...
Nora pulled on her bra, jostling her full, 36D breasts into each of the individual salmon hued cups, before leaning over to pull on a rather plain black blouse. She reached down and hitched up a light grey skirt, hoisted its waist over her unexciting salmon coloured panties and tucked it in. She shuffled about, feeling the clothes settle into place, then tur...
I met Peter through an online adult dating website. He wasn't really my type, but hey, I was on the site to throw off the shackles of 'type' and just have a great time. He was a bit arrogant on chat, a bit pushy about meeting when we spoke and a bit sort of 'c'mon baby, what you got to lose?' I hated it and liked it at the same time. To me, it was very macho...
People called it the glory hole for many reasons, mostly because of the anonymous orgasms it allowed. A man could go into a urinal or a video booth and stick his cock through the hole. Someone on the other side serviced it for him. Once he had come, he was free to reciprocate or go on about his business. It wasn’t mandatory to return the favor. The people w...
I owe this story to Lunanul’s brilliant debut piece, Becoming Whole. If you’re looking for hot, kinky sex, so am I, but you won’t find it in this story, so stop before you’re disappointed. * I was a gopher on the college literary magazine my sophomore year. Then I had more hair, much less fat, many fewer wrinkles, and wanted to be a writer. One or two of...