Fishing is the most boring recreational past-time known to man, in my opinion. It stinks, it wastes time and what you bring home if you're lucky enough your mom can buy at the supermarket for far less trouble and expense; it all tastes like crap anyway. I had this opinion for half my life, the last twelve years, but then my boss Mr Duckett brought a new pers...
You know all the usual stuff, don't read if it's illegal or you don't like sex or if bisexual sex offends you. All characters are purely fictional, and any likeness is coincidence. Joshua Glynn reserves all rights to this story, the characters, and the world they live in. This story is about a young man, the brother-sister twins he is in love with, struggl...
The left hand was pinned against the wall and she could sense a shiver running down her spine. His breath seemed more ragged and his voice came out hoarse and anxious. “You like this, don’t you?” Claire could do nothing but nod. She could feel the moistness gathering between her folds. This sure wasn’t what she had expected when he had called her earlier th...
There are those out there who think gays, lesbians, bisexuals and transsexuals don't exist in the Haitian community. Well, I'm here to tell you once and for all that it is a lie. My name is Stephen Yvens Fils-Aime and I am a student-athlete at the Plymouth County Institute of Technology in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. The tale that I am about to share...
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This story makes a lot more sense if you read the first fifteen (yikes!) first. Click my profile for the link to those chapters. ***** The opposite of love is not hate. The opposite of love is indifference. I had told Nate a long time ago that I planned on spending a Saturday night at the beach with Caroline on Labor Day weekend. Then when he arriv...
I live in England, and am leaving school this year, and am 18 years old. We've adopted the American tradition of prom, where guys get tuxedos and girls get dresses, and they all go to a party and dance with each other. The prom was in July, and when my story began it was May. People were beginning to ask people to go with them to prom. A few people had girl...
Once upon a time there was a straight guy who was known by everybody as a well respected fellow. But he had a secret life. Nobody knew that he dreamt to become a feminized slaveslut, seeking an infinite and irrevocable blackmail relationship with a pitiless Mistress who would be prepared to break him with no way out. He wanted the Mistress to torment him n...
The sun rose on the landscape of Newton, a small town in Nevada. Already, the locals were wide awake and at work. In the wooded warren surrounding the small town, animals could be heard making their usual morning cacophony. Stanley Moore had gotten up with the dawn. It was his usual routine. Just an ordinary day about to start for the residents of this backw...
Jamie sat in the mail room flipping through fan letter after fan letter addressed to Steve Rogers, the great Captain America. He snorted, yeah right. They should be addressed to the great American asshole. Granted Steve was nothing but a polite saint, but he was far from progressive based on his interviews. Jamie was a loud and proud gay man. He hadn't a...