Charlie was not having a good day, despite the sunny nature of the weather outside, the somewhat stereotypically legless sheep resembling clouds, and the annoyingly chirpy twittering of birds. It all seemed quite at odds with the irritation that she was experiencing, and the jocular expression on her brother's face was not helping. "I refuse to believe it,...
What happens in Montreal stays in Montreal, if only that were true. My name is Nadiya Caliph, and I'm a young Moroccan woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. My parents, Mohammed and Farah Caliph sent me to study at Carleton University in the Canadian capital from our hometown of Beni Mellal in Central Morocco. I'm living far away from home for the fir...
I only ever told my father one lie. That was about the boots. I was about to turn 18, jobless, directionless and pretty screwed up to be honest. There had been rows, fights, shouting matches and long frustrated silences about what I was doing with my life, but I had formulated a plan. Kind of. Two years prior I had finally admitted to myself, and no one else...
This is a story about Walter and Ann. Ann, 48, was a well built woman that looked like she could wrestle livestock. Although pretty, she was not slender, not exactly feminine, she was, as they say "Fit." She worked at a doctor's office as a tech and had a clutch of childhood girlfriends and boyfriends that were all involved with the local theater group and...
Editor's note: Story contains gay male content. If this does not interest you, please read no further. * Several years ago my best friend was getting married and I was invited on her hen weekend to Budapest. There were only five of us who could afford to go. The bride to be, three other girls and me, a single guy in my mid twenties. We had the standard hen...
I e-mailed some online gay friends asking for the name of a place someone like me, a bi-curious middle aged guy, would be comfortable in just having a beer. They e-mailed right back with the name of a place called Charlene's near downtown. Before I had the chance to wonder why the place was not in the gay part of the city they followed up with a note that s...
Chapter 46: Southern Decadence Mom and my sister Angela had to evacuate their home in Felicity because of an approaching tropical storm. It was not a hurricane but it had a lot of rain in it. Her subdivision was not likely to flood but the road to it was and they did not want to be stranded. They came to my place but although I lived just seventy miles inl...
Horray! I am done with my work on Holiday Cup Of Joe (That is my next Ice Era Chronicle.) So you know what that means??? I can play with this again. Writing about these alien takes me back to a time when I didn't have so much to worry about. I know. That's odd. Anyway, if you are still here reading, thanks! Cheers, ~M. from C.M. Moore *** *Chapter 3*...
Ever since my escorting had taken off I had been lucky to meet some really nice guys who had not only paid good money for my time and attention but had treated me to not only great sex in some cases but gifts and money as presents helping me get the lifestyle I wanted. Now I guess I had been lucky after hearing many horror stories, I had heard of girls like...
(A bit darker than most of my tales. It would fit in gay or nonconsent as well. Gay sex, sissy sex, chastity and punishment.) *** I love this bar, Butch thought to himself as he finished another beer. And why shouldn't he. It had everything a Leather Bear could want. Plenty of hot men in leather, and some women as well. A bunch of trans girls and some siss...