"Why do I have to show my driver's license?" Kristina asked. "I never have before." "New procedure, Ma'am, in light of the terror threat," the security goon intoned. "Fine," she grumbled, and handed over her license. He turned around to look it over. Jesus, what a pain. She drove more than fifty miles to get this information for her boss and this yutz was...
Editor's note: this story contains gay male content. * Living in a secure high rise tower block allows one to have certain privileges, mine during these hot summer months is to walk about naked, after all my only possible snoopers are the pigeons and gulls that roost nearby; it also makes it easier for me to masturbate or wear erotic plugs and jewellery if...
Joel hated returning home from touring the country for one very simple reason: cleaning. He knew it was inevitable that his girlfriend Jenna would be tearing their new home apart from top to bottom, as Thanksgiving was quickly approaching and this would be their first time hosting the holiday for both of their families. That meant that Jenna's infamous Aunt...
Walking up the breezeway, the traveler shifted his carryon from one shoulder to another. He was tired from too many airports, not enough sleep and still another week to go before returning home. His layover in KC was to be just a night, with a very early morning flight out. For what seemed like the thousandth time, he thought of his friend from the Lit cha...
My senior year in high school was only a month away. I was 18 and ready to get out of my dumb prissy private school. My Mom and Dad had made me spend 4 years at an all-girls private school and I hated almost all of it. Besides making it almost impossible to have a boyfriend the uniforms we had to wear were hideous. Dark blue pleated skirts that hung to your...
Sam, meanwhile, was beginning to suffer the after effects of a prolonged session of vodka shots he had been doing with his team-mates from the rugby club. Leaving a couple of disappointed netball girls in his wake, he staggered off to the toilets. Having struggled up the stairs and into the bathroom, he staged a brief fight with the zip on his trousers befo...
It's amazing how many times in life a song will sum up your day completely. TISM's "Everyone Else Has Had More Sex Than Me" summed up the day I got dumped by my first 'real' girlfriend. Jebediah's "Leaving Home" played the day I drove to my first day of UNI. As for today, let's just say I don't think Craig Nicholl had had quite my day when he penned The Vin...
It was New Years Eve 1992 when I chose the man who would consummate my infidelity. My husband had been right. I was a pure woman with desires running far beyond that, which could be offered within the confines of marriage to one man. At twenty-nine years old: I felt incomplete, sold short, and consequently naïve in the physical aspects of sex that were exalt...
You are leaned against me, between my legs. Your hands are chained to the head of the antique bed, your ankles to the foot. I am settled in behind, beneath you and am propped against the headboard. You sit, naked between my legs, resting against me. I can feel your breathing. Your belly is full to bursting and you desperately, desperately want me to let you...
Hi, there. Brother Samuel here. A big and tall, fairly good-looking black man in his mid-twenties. A college graduate. An openly bisexual black person of Haitian descent. An urban poet and recently published writer. An adventurer. A crusader for just causes. A lover. A chronicler of my fellow bisexuals. I am all these things and more. These days, life is oka...