There’s something about the way you want to lay up with a lover when it’s raining outside that has me intrigued. The weatherman is calling for rain the entire weekend so I can see that I need a cuddle buddy. Any buyers?

NSFW WARNING

Elenarra had woken up that morning to a mouthful of sand. As she attempted to open her eyes, she heard seagulls squawking above her. She quickly spit out the sand, crawling slowly towards the water lapping at her feet. She rinsed her mouth out with the briny water, then splashed some in her face quickly. Looking around, all she could see were broken bits of wood lying about her in the sand. The horizon was clear, the complete opposite of the previous evening.

Awaken in the middle of the night, only to find that you’re nowhere in sight.

You walked in the room with a dirty little smirk on your face, I knew you were going to tell me something good.

First off let me apologize for taking such a huge break. I would say I was busy but that's a total lie. It was more like laziness and a lack of anything interesting to write about. My time in Philly was mostly spent sitting on a couch in the green room playing games on my phone and swatting away 50+ year old roid-heads at the gay gym by the theater so other than a couple of drunken hook-ups (including the night before I came back to NYC) it was fairly uneventful in blog terms. I mean, when your tricks get nicknames like "Hair Plugs" and "Scrappy-Doo" it doesn't really leave me with much to write about. But Thanksgiving, however, was now officially the first day I got fucked AND fired in the same day. Not too shabby if I do say so myself. :)

Since I was a little kid my favorite holiday has always been Halloween. Don't get me wrong, Christmas was always pretty spectacular as far as presents and food is concerned, but this little faggot finally getting to dress up and get away with it one day a year... bitch please, you can't beat that shit. Even when I was little I refused to do any costume unless it was full-out! When I was so young that I can barely remember I ripped my plastic Gumbie costume on the 3rd or 4th house we went to and I spent the rest of the night crying because the integrity of the shiny green plastic costume from K-mart was ruined. In the third grade I went as Uncle Fester because the Adams Family movie was so hot at the time and I was smart enough not to go as Wednesday, but I got mad at my mom for not letting me shave my head and making me wear pantyhose instead... but she could only find the double-leg hose so I looked like I had Wednesday pig-tails anyway.

Holding hands, the two young women made their way to the park. Yuzuko couldn’t believe her eyes; not a person in sight. On a glorious day like this, why was it so desserted, Yuzuko asked herself feeling tingling sensations between her legs. She had always been a woman with pride. Her black wavy hair touched her shoulders, her floral dress brought her petite figure to life. Her beige leather handbag looked twice her weight. She lived her life as the ‘It’ girl, the one who had it all. Of all the treasures she had from a priviliged upbringing, Sakura was by her her favourite treasure in the universe.

His/Her's Angel

We woke up late Saturday morning.

***Warning- This Story Contains Some Graphic Gay Sex Scenes***

I turn around, and my jaw drops, and something else starts to rise. Leaning against the door, Kyte stands there in a firefighter outfit.