I found that once I graduated from high school, I got to see my friends less and less. I was under the impression that I would be free and near completely unoccupied- how wrong I was! I was excited about the fun and games and the weekly outings to a club we finally agree upon partying at. But nobody has time. Somebody always can't make it. Uni. TAFE. Work. S...
I am nervous to see you again. It has been so many years - how many, exactly? Who cares, let's not go there. I got this fancy hotel room on San Antonio's river walk to impress you somehow. How dumb! It's your hometown, not mine. What would it matter where I stayed? Still, the view, so high up, is worth the trouble it took to book. And I wonder if I will be s...
The most haunting question of my life is; should I get married to a man or woman? On the road or on computer screen, television, or wherever my eyes fall, they're searching for the men. But while masturbating, I dream of having woman most of time. If I come across a naked couple, I'll definitely stare at the male I was in love three times, but only with men....
Part nine of The Wrong Room series. Thanks for choosing to read another one of my stories. None of the characters under the age of eighteen are, in any way, involved with acts of a sexual nature in this or any chapter of this series. If you are unfamiliar with this story it might be best to go back to the beginning to better understand this relationship, bu...
It was a cool spring evening and I was ready for some hot fun. I just didn't know how hot it was going to be. But then I hadn't met Kitty. I had heard about a Strip club that pushed the envelope of what dancers would do so I decided to check it out. I had just broken up with a virgin queen girl friend so I really needed some hot sex! My play virgin almost gi...
I was always different... a loner, no one seemed to pay me much attention. I just didn't fit in. I am not sure if I have lost my mind this time or if this really happened. I was out doing some shopping and drove by this antique store that I had be by a hundred times and never even noticed. But something made me stop. It looked the same as every other ant...
*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...
'You want me to do what??' Dave's voice was high, incredulous, even a little shaken. 'I want you to drop your pants. Now,' and as a sweet little after thought she added - 'please!' Jan grinned lasciviously. Dave felt hypnotised by it. Intoxicated. Giddy. Then he shook himself free a little from her gaze. No way! I have to go to wo.....' His voice trailed...
This story is based on a dream that I had one nite, and completed with the kind help of "Gee". It is a work of fantasy, involving religion and nudity. It is NOT an attempt to demean the belief or practices of ANY religious group or person. Any resemblance to actual persons, places, or incidents is a coincidence. I had been sent by my editor to cover a "sp...
Chapter 2: No good deed goes unpunished... ------------------- "Control well its slippin' right through my hand, these days turned out nothin' like I had planned..." –PowderFinger, These Days. ------------------- "You look lost boy." My feet shifted in their spot. I didn't look up at the old voice speaking to me. "You have to have a destination, or s...