I entered through the window, as I always do, the night was cold. I saw you laying on the bed in the darkness. You were asleep and a thin sheet veiled your body tightly. I approached the bed quietly, not wanting to wake you, just to watch you. You had a slight smile on your face and your eyes moved as if in deep REM sleep. You were beautiful, as always. The...
I walked with Brandon towards the bedroom, caressing the ass that belonged to me. He was incredibly sensual, in a very natural way, in the way he walked, the way he talked, the way he swung his hips at every opportunity. Some of it was no doubt due to the relative "normalization" of fluid gender and sexual personalities, especially on college campuses, such...
Authors Warning:This is a story about a Transman. It's not the traditional guy/girl relationship or sex story. It is a semi-fictional story and is not intended for people under the age of 18 or those who have a negative view of Transgendered people. If you fit into one of these categories, please go back and read something else. My story is not meant for e...
It's three o'clock in the morning, but I can't sleep. I've decided that I might as well try to get all my thoughts down about the whole Courtney Styles mess, see where I went wrong and...alright, I'll admit it, I know exactly where I went wrong. But I'm hoping that when I recount it all, something will occur to me that didn't at the time. Obviously, this is...
Commander Andrew David Augustus Murphy, U.S. Navy (Retired) sat in his lounge chair and watched the Fox News Channel. He was not pleased with what he saw. He was disgusted with the way the war in Iraq was going. Having a fair amount of experience in the Mid-East he was of the opinion that bringing all the factions together in a common government was next to...
I didn't get to spend much more time with Jeff up to the Thanksgiving break. I chose to spend my free time educating myself on nutrition and exercise, particularly the way they affected coronary artery disease. Sitting around waiting to find out if Louis was going to survive and seeing him in his fragile state the next day left an indelible image in my mind...
"All I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by."--John Masefield, "Sea-Fever" (1902) I. "Did they explain why?" "Come to bed." "Did they say anything at all? A hint?" "It's exactly what you think." "O ... fucking hell. And you're going?" "Yes." "When? How much time do we have?" "Hours ... minutes ... they're coming for me right now." "What?!...
The time was awhile back; I had been 'publicly rejected' (privately I was the most wanted and needed) by the majority of my girlfriends. In the various different circles of people I dealt with from my work I had many friends. The rejection was more of a masculine mind tease for these 'debutants' to keep their current, and more often than not loved, boy toys...
This story may not be reproduced without explicit, authorized written permission. * Dressed in only his white silk shirt, the Right Honourable Tristram Framlingham-Smythe (newly elevated to be the Duke of Great Tupping and Viscount D'Enculade) reclined on his back on his huge four poster bed, one hand behind his head supporting his neck, the other slowly s...
It happened again last night, Like every night for the past two weeks I try to clear the haze and fog from my mind but it is difficult to say the least. Maybe the harder you try to remember the dream, the less you ultimately remember. It’s a shame too because I know it was sexual in nature. The reason I know this is because for the past two weeks I have wo...