There are times I wish I were a child again. That place where blind innocence and unconditional trust of family and friends was the norm. No troubling thoughts or confusion of the mind. A beautiful state of ignorant bliss. But with that great desire to be a grown up and do all the things adults do, we run in haste to discard our childhood tranquility. And wi...
"Call me Nana, it's short for Nasira," said the round-faced, pleasantly plump and big-bottomed Somali Muslim gal. Suleiman nodded, and smiled at her. As jaded as he'd become by the age of thirty four, Suleiman couldn't help feeling a certain...something, whenever he was in her presence. At the office building where they worked, Nana was the only one who ackn...
Alex never thought he'd be living in this moment, a desire that he kept buried deep within for his entire life and now a near reality! His eyes locked on her every move as his heart raced like he had never felt it race before and the battle between pleasure and guilt had all but began leading from his mind to the pit of his stomach! There he was, nervousl...
My husband Daniel and I have been married for 5 years. We both turned 32 this past year. A few years ago, we created a vacation bucket list together. Cities, states, countries, attractions - we travel as often as our jobs allow, and we love trying new places and new experiences. One of the items on our bucket list is a clothing optional resort. We researche...
I have an interesting story. I am now 26 years old. I was born a male but at the age of 23 I had a full sex change at the request of my boyfriend. Here is how and why it happened. I knew I liked men from an early age. I was interested to talk with girls and be their friend but I wanted men. I looked at men in the street, at their muscles and their penile bu...
This is the beginning of a longer story. It is the first piece I am publishing in this format. Your feedback is welcome. John's deepest desires left him lost. He longed for something that went against every fiber of his being. John's girlfriend Heather had opened a door to his sexual exploration, and now John longed for more. His deepest desire was hard en...
From his sixth story apartment window there was even less to see than usual on this rainy day. Heavy clouds and fog hung over tall buildings like ghosts. His cavernous alley view—-with the metal dumpster at the bottom, whose ear-splitting reverberations echoed mercilessly in his ears whenever it was emptied in darkness at six in the morning—-was broken only...
Full text of the Complete Volume of Collected Borg Poetry: "Poetry is irrelevant." As a few of you may know, a troll recently called the pseudo-autobiographical story of my very first interracial encounter: "Sappy." He/She/It also informed me that "I was gay." Now I have to admit to you that this bothered me. I'd been losing sleep for days over how to prese...
Eric kept thinking about his sex problem. He was a crossdresser. But most gay men didn't like that. The sex, yes, but not the crossdressing. Gay men, at least most gay men, had no interest in lipstick and lingerie, and the thrill of passing as a woman. They wanted to fuck and be fucked by men. They wanted to have their cocks sucked by men. And they wanted to...
Ananta has a dream. She dreams of romance. Of sex. Of a tall, handsome man quite her opposite making love to her over and over. Alas. Her geekish self cannot manage to obtain a boyfriend. Two graduate degrees and three jobs later she is still single. Her loving, teasing best-friend who is incidentally gay and the closest she's ever been to a man, Ungar,...