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Beauty & The Jock - Part 8

Best Laid Plans

Everyone in this story is 18+

Breakfast lingered in my mind as we stepped out into the morning, the taste of bacon and Matty’s laughter still fresh. Kyle sugg...

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Getting Some Help – Part 9

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Getting Some Help – Part 8

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Getting Some Help – Part 7

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Airport Fuckover

Everyone in this story is 18+.

Baron Hargrove cut through LAX's international terminal swarm like a pro, his dark, neatly tousled hair catching the light just so—perks of a stylist on speed...

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Sticks, Tricks, and Dicks – Part 5

Everyone in this story is 18+.

The bus roared to life, a chaotic blaze of energy as hockey players and figure skaters crammed the seats, voices overlapping in a wild symphony of laug...

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My Best Friend’s Hot Dad – Part 3

Everyone in this story is 18+

Jordan lifted me effortlessly, carrying me to the edge of the couch. My heart pounded as he reached into his pocket, pulling out a small bottle of lube. My cheek...

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My Best Friend’s Hot Dad – Part 2

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I couldn’t believe what was happening. The feel of his strong body pressed against mine, his lips devouring me, was more than I’d ever fantasized. J...

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My Best Friend’s Hot Dad - Part 1

Everyone in this story is 18+

When Matt invited me to spend the weekend at his place, I didn’t hesitate. His house was massive, the kind you only saw in movies, with a pool, a game room, an...

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International Manwhore – Part 8

Everyone in this story is 18+

My office at the U.S. Embassy was a closet with delusions of grandeur—barely enough room for a desk piled with memos, a flickering fluorescent light b...

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International Manwhore – Part 7

Everyone in this story is 18+

I paced the suite at The Echelon, the Thames reflecting London outside like it was laughing at my nerves. The room smelled of polish and nervous energy,...

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International Manwhore – Part 6

Everyone in this story is 18+

The private club Asher dragged me to was a dimly lit den of leather armchairs and crystal decanters, tucked away in a Mayfair backstreet where the air s...

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Beauty & The Jock - Part 7

Everyone in this story is 18+

I woke to the soft tug of hoodie strings against my cheek, a gentle, rhythmic pull that felt like a kitten playing with yarn. My eyes fluttered open, an...

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Beauty & The Jock - Part 6

Everyone in this story is 18+

The week after the party, my phone buzzed with a notification I didn’t expect: Kyle Reynolds added me on Snapchat. I stared at the screen, thumb hover...

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Getting Some Help – Part 6

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Sticks, Tricks, and Dicks – Part 4

Everyone in this story is 18+.

The morning light filtered through the blinds of my dorm, casting soft golden stripes across the rumpled sheets where Chris and I lay tangled, his arm ...

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Stranger on the Bus – Part 11 - Finale

Everyone in this story is 18+

The night bus hummed along, its dim lights casting a soft glow over the mostly empty seats. Max had insisted on the back row, furthest from the driver, ...

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International Manwhore – Part 5

Everyone in this story is 18+

The embassy's copy room was a beige purgatory, humming with fluorescent lights and the drone of machines. I stood there, pretending to be a trainee—be...

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International Manwhore – Part 4

Everyone in this story is 18+

The next day hit like a hangover without the fun part. I met Asher at some upscale shopping district in Mayfair, the kind of place where the air smelled...

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International Manwhore – Part 3

Everyone in this story is 18+

I slouched in a velvet armchair in a suite at The Echelon, Canary Wharf. The Thames sparkled outside, all smug and romantic, like it knew something I di...

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International Manwhore – Part 2

Everyone in this story is 18+

I found my father in his study, pouring over some paperwork with a glass of scotch on the desk beside him. He barely looked up as I entered, his express...

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International Manwhore – Part 1

Thanks to member J. Spaulding for the title on this, working title was: "The Ambassador's son," International Manwhore is so much better!

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Beauty & The Jock - Part 5

A Sticky Situation

Everyone in this story is 18+

Kyle had said he couldn’t wait for the party. He hadn’t said why.

I told myself I wasn’t reading into it, even as...

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Beauty & The Jock - Part 4

Smooth Sack

Everyone in this story is 18+

Kyle came back on Friday. Again.
Same time. Same casual attitude. Like this had somehow become a weekly ritual he didn’t even t...

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Beauty & The Jock - Part 3

Sore Sack

Everyone in this story is 18+

Kyle came back the next week like nothing had happened.

Same bag slung over his shoulder. Same post-practice slump in his walk. ...

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Beauty & The Jock - Part 2

Healing Hands, or Some Shit

Everyone in this story is 18+

At school, Kyle didn’t look at me.

Not once. Not in the hall. Not in class. Not even a half-glance when I pa...

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Beauty & The Jock - Part 1

Sore Jocks & Throbs

Everyone in this story is 18+

The salon always calms down around four. The air softens. Light filters through the gauzy curtains and makes the polish ...

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Sticks, Tricks, and Dicks – Part 3

Everyone in this story is 18+.

The Delta Chi basement thumped with bass, sweat and spilled beer thick in the air, pledges crammed shoulder-to-shoulder in our blindfolds, wrists bound...

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Ferry Head

Everyone in this story is 18+

The ferry dock smells like diesel and damp wood, the kind of stink that clings to your clothes and reminds you you’re stuck in the in-between of nowhe...

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Stranger on the Bus – Part 10

Everyone in this story is 18+

The leaves were turning, painting the woods in shades of rust and gold, the air crisp with the bite of autumn. I was out back, splitting wood with the a...

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