“Wha… where you goin’?” Amy asked. “Oh… sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” I whispered as I stepped off her bed in the dark bedroom. “I was going to get a glass of water before I snuck out.” Amy yawned and stretched her arms out before turning onto her side. “Mmmkay,” she replied and
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“Come on, baby,” I said, pulling my wife close. “Let’s mess around.” “Again?” she replied. “It’s been four days,” I said. “Please, baby. I’ve been climbing the fucking walls with this quarantine bullshit. Aren’t you horny?” “Not particularly,” she answered. “It’s all that fucking news you watch from morning to night that has you so
It was another hot summer night, and I just couldn’t get comfortable on my bed. I tossed and turned in my sleep, waking up drenched from the scorching July temperatures. When the heat was this awful, I usually slept in the nude with my door open. I didn’t think it would be an issue because,
“Happy Father’s Day,” Paul Kramer said from the doorway of his parents’ bedroom. “Thank you, Son,” replied Daniel Kramer, who could not hide that he was uncomfortable with his teenage boy peeking into his bedroom. The father quickly glanced at the master bedroom’s restroom door, which was shut closed. “Is Mom…” Paul began to ask.
Tom Ramsey was miserable. After six months with his boyfriend, Lewis, the teenager was dumped the day after his eighteenth birthday, not being given any more reason than, “I’m just not feeling it.” While Tom knew that the two young men didn’t have much in common outside of being openly gay males, it hurt to
If you follow my Twitter, then you know I’m kicking around an idea about doing a book in the same vein as those pocket-size magazines that featured pornographic letters from “real people” that were popular through the nineties (like the one pictured above). I would call my book something like Stiff: Real Letters From Real
After moving the final few things out of my apartment last night, my brother Flynn and I got to my place early the following morning to throw out the last couple of items and toss my mattress. I was finally taking the leap and moving in with my fiancée Sara. “That’s it, right?” asked Flynn
I was a nervous wreck. With an hour before my girlfriend and our friends were supposed to arrive for the senior prom, my stomach was already doing cartwheels. There was so much pressure on this night, and my buddies were making it worse with their non-stop texts asking questions about how far I expected to
I was a nervous wreck. My wedding day was finally here, and I just wasn’t sure if this is what I even wanted. I loved Daisy and have from the day I first met her. But this “’til death do us part” business had turned me into a basket case. I was a horndog and