This story is entirely fictional... * My boyfriend, Scott, has gotten himself into quite a predicament, and I don't know whether he even knows yet, but he will before too long. He's been throwing up for weeks now and seems to be able to eat only white bread, which he normally hates, and potatoes. He's also tired most of the time and has been sore in unusua...
It'd been about three months since Dennis Hunter could say that he didn't believe in the supernatural. He'd grown up in a fairly progressive household, and even then, the more laid back Christian teachings from his parents had never seemed to stick. Luckily for him, he'd avoided having any kind of edgy atheist phase during his high school years but he could...
"Will you stay?" Tyler asks reaching forward, barely touching the fabric of his friend James' soft sea green sweater, as if the wool were made of glass. "I-I-have to go do something," James stammers, mumbling and walking quickly out the door without looking back. Tyler watches the door close, with the word, "please," still lodged in his throat. Tyler sits...
So now, Lori, the former Josh, intrepid college teacher and author, was again without a roommate and forced to scrimp to afford her apartment. After Miranda and Leigh Ann, the apartment felt quiet and empty, and she was unable to completely celebrate living as a woman. However, she could afford to shop used clothing stores -- looking, looking and looking to...
*NOTE* The narrator "Mykal" is an FTM transsexual, who's name is pronounced like "Michael." Thank you! * "I'm a friend of Trent Reznor's! I swear to God!" The security man shook his head. "No backstage pass, no Trent Reznor." "Fuck this, man!" I threw my arms up and turned to the group of friends behind me. Nick, Sam, Lexy, Chris, and Melanie, the gorgeo...
*IMPORTANT, PLEASE READ* The narrator of this story is a post-op FTM transsexual. "Hello?" "Hey, Michael, it's Trent. Listen, you wanna come over? See what trouble we can get into together tonight?" "Uhm... Sure?" I chuckled, "Why uh... Why so sudden, Trent?" "No reason. But I want you here. Now." "Okay, I'll see you in a minute, I guess. Bye...?" H...
I felt pretty good about the spot we agreed upon. There was an abandoned two story garage next to a gym in Far North Dallas. I parked along the far side away from the closest possible traffic. It was mid-morning so the gym rush would have been over for sure. I cracked the windows to both hear anyone coming around and to prevent the windows from fogging too b...
This story contains a transgender (FtM) man (post-operative chest and pre-operative genitalia) and (trans)male-to-male sex. His enlarged clitoris will be called a dick, cock, etc. Finally finishing the series, but I may revisit these characters in the future! ***** It had been about a week since the embarrassing mess they made, and Peter was far from heari...
I know there is a similar story similar to these but be assured, the other story only served its purpose as a catalyst for this one. This is a pure fantasy, the top fantasy that has been lingering in my mind for several years..here it is... I am 35 years old and had always been living with my mother, who is almost 50 since my father left us 20 years ago. I...
I'm a nerd. Or a geek. Maybe both; it's hard to say and depends on your definition. Either way, sci-fi and fantasy and games and comics are my thing. Ever since 8th grade when I convinced my parents to buy me my first game, Prince of Persia, I have been enamored with other worlds and great heroes. That's why, sitting here in a favorite local restaurant swipi...