My name is Michael, I'm 27, about average in every department you could think of, black hair, hazel eyes. I'm not ashamed of anything about myself, I don't wish anything was bigger, smaller, more muscular... anything like that. I'm happy with who I am. I was also happy in my relationship with Dani, my partner of just over twelve months. I could lie about h...
This is the story of how I became half-human half dragon. It all started when I was walking along the street at night. This man in a dark cloak stepped from the dark alleyway asking me to help him. Then another man stepped out of the shadows with a huge sword. He leaped for the man as he flew passed me with speed no human could see. I somehow hit him in the...
There are many reasons I'm getting married again. My girlfriend is attractive, clever, witty, enjoys basketball, football and even the UFC (I think she likes seeing guys bleed more than I do!), has great taste in music and food, has a sometimes spectacular sense of humor, encourages me when I'm tired, is proud about being financially independent, gets along...
They gagged me, blindfolded me, and tied me. It would have been better if they had just blindfolded me, but they manhandled me like a carcass. That was where my killing power laid. If eyes could kill, they called it. I definitely could. Still I slapped myself mentally, because I had not even tried to get mad at the Wilijies, not attempted to protect Lex an...
Some time ago, I was reading that part of "Playboy" where they answer questions or respond to statements of opinion sent in by readers. One letter writer claimed that males are much hornier than females and, in support of this contention, pointed out that most prostitutes are women, and that they served men. The writer of the letter concluded the reason for...
"Daddy?" "Yes, Karen?" "Kimmy and I want to get our family's DNA tested for a science project. Is it all right?" "I don't see why not, but run it by your mother to make sure it's all right." "She already said no." "And why did your mother say no?" "She said it costs too much and she didn't want anyone snooping into our DNA, but we asked our teacher and...
He pressed the chords as deeply as he could. Surely this would get him through Sunday morning. Sunday morning was his least favorite time of the week. He thought it was worse than Sunday afternoon and evening. Everything was dead on Sunday morning. It seemed the world closed up shop then, more tightly closed than the rest of the Terrible Thunder Lizard, whic...
I could totally kick your ass, I thought to myself as I looked at the trio of drunken college guys inside the bus shelter, smirking to themselves. What is it with drunken white guys having the urge to hurl slurs at other people? Shit. Three months ago I would have ignored these fools and quietly walked away, just like any good black citizen of the Prairies....
Introduction: "Capnolognia" (smoking fetishism) is delved into from a personal perspective. Sexual hi-jinks and out-of-control fantasies abound as you are guided through the mind of a fastidious fetishist. And so, dear reader; if smoking is not a "thing" for you—either in a sexually dynamic sense, or in any other sense—then I'd suggest you move on to some...
*Ding dong* Run. Run now. There's still a chance, no one has seen you yet. Get out while you can. Fighting my antisocial instincts to cancel my social plans I reluctantly waited for the door to open. I was greeted with the luminescent smile of my best friend and partner in crime. "Well if it isn't the disappearing girl!" Tam rushed me into a hug, momenta...