"Do you think of me when we're apart?"
Sleep evades me as my obsessive need for you consumes my every thought. I lie awake wondering if you're thinking about me, about us, about things you want to do to me.Are you hard for me? Does the thought of...
"Would Nick make it home as promised?"
Christmas had always been Holly’s favorite holiday. Not just the day itself, but the weeks leading up to it. From the bell-ringing Santa at the department store to decorating the tree while listening to Bing Crosby’s “I’ll Be Home For...
"A story of mutual hope"
A Story of Two Hearts That Refuse to Let Distance WinThe room was quiet except for the soft rhythm of breath—yours, already uneven with anticipation, and Skip's, steady and devoted, as if he were memorizing the shape of you through...
"Falling in love with a stranger he saw on a nude beach, but never met."
As a gay man living alone in a small country town, I don’t meet very many others like me. I haven’t been close to anyone in quite a while. Not a lot of openly gay men in this community. You...
"How does a cucumber become a pickle? It goes through a jarring experience..."
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"It's complicated"
It was May 1990, quite early in Mark's life as a single man after his divorce. He'd been having fun with a woman ten years his junior, who had been a virgin when he'd first met her but wasn't anymore....
"A man haunted by the memory of a lost love finds solace and torment in erotic dreams."
As the night descends, your loneliness consumes you. The empty bed feels vast and cold without her warmth beside you. You toss and turn, sheets tangling around your legs as memories of her touch haunt your dreams.Her photograph sits on...
"I don't usually wish time to be fast forwarded..."
"I woke up with an overwhelming craving to be bent over someone's knees, spanked red and raw and fingered till I'm begging for release - just to be denied over and over again. Then when I really cannot take any...
"David and Sarah are the best of friends and tortured lovers."
I was in the office, editing one of my articles when he arrived. It was mid-morning, so I wasn’t expecting anyone. I had been working vigilantly on an interview I had recently had with a local chef at the newest...
"But there is nothing more."
She ruined men. If they were lucky. She didn’t want a protector, handyman, or a sugar daddy. She wanted to fuck. Always.Her amorous ardour was raucous. She lived like a dance, her voice an intoxicating rhythm that filled whichever floor...