When I was 18, my family moved to Seattle. That was when I decided to become a boy. I had grown up and spent all my life in Ohio. I hadn't had many friends there, but in Seattle, I knew nobody. I was unknown, a blank slate. So, on the first day of my senior year of high school, I gave my first name as Andrew instead of Andrea. It wasn't hard; I was tall and...
I sat in the soft leather club chair taking in the details of the office and the beautiful blond sitting across from me as I waited for her instructions. She was very tall though most of her length was in her legs. They were hard to ignore, sheathed in a nude-look nylon with a subtle seam—they probably had those dark toe and heel reinforcements too--and ac...
"You are late." Those three words, stern, a touch of anger in them hits the back of Sandra's head as she closes the front door and settles heavily onto her shoulders. She had hoped Charles would have already been in bed asleep. He had been working so hard lately with the new job, early hours, late hours, all night hours, that she had been feeling lonely and...
This story is dedicated to one of my best friends, Jim. Thank you for some wonderful lunch hours, both now and to come. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ We've been friends for ages. Well, it's seemed like ages, when in reality, it hasn't been but about two-and-a-half years. Weekly lunches, chats, emails, phone calls... Celebrating good times. Mourning over bad. Venting abo...
This is the true story of my experiences with my new girl friend. She contacted me with a short email through a dating site called Emode. We'd exchanged emails for a week, two or three each day. After almost a week we talked on the phone. I wasn't a current member of the site at the time, but resubscribed so I could get her compatibility rating. 94%! Hmmm,...
It was the first Valentine's Day we would actually spend together, and I wanted everything to be perfect. When our relationship began, it was all pictures and emails. It had to be; we lived so far apart that actual visits were few and far between. Back in those days, we longed for physicality—for touch. We'd stay up late at night chatting about our desires:...
This is an actual event that happened to me in my first year of university. That was some time ago... Like a lot of my stories, it starts a little slowly, setting the mood but, or so people tell me, my stories are well worth the time it takes to read them. Please...I welcome criticism, however, if you are going to be negative, be constructive. I will delet...
O'Hare Academy was not quite like other boarding schools. It was mysterious, hidden, and protective of its students in an unusual way. Uniforms changed yearly to match the age and maturity of each individual. Students took a variety of high level courses, calculus, Ancient philosophy, as early as freshmen year of high school. However, until the students grad...
Jan met Amanda at the last cooking class she took at Whole Foods. They made an instant connection and had a great time in each others company. The class she was taking tonight, she really wanted to learn how to cook something for Matthew, veal, and wanted to learn how to do it well. They met at class, as agreed on the phone. They had a great time in class,...
Chapter 1: Monday Cold. That was the first thought that crossed Rachel's mind as she woke from her nap. Why hadn't she put a blanket on herself before following asleep? She wondered to herself amidst her groggy state of half sleep and half awake. She tried to shift her legs, close them to conserve heat, only to find movement to be difficult. She opened her...