Isaac’s boyfriend of 4 years, Kevin, has walked out on their relationship, claiming that he has been “cured” and that he doesn’t want to be with the “faggot” anymore. He is miserable and bereft and desperate so he turns to ancient powers, willing to give up anything and everything to have Kevin back. The only problem is that this is easier said than done.
But the powers that be won’t let this insult stand. There is a balance to the cosmos, one that they have enforced in the absence of others who would do so, and an iniquity of this magnitude could not be allowed to remain unanswered.
Pink Fairy, I live with loud douchebag jocks that are smelly and messy. Honestly, I don’t mind that. In fact, I wish that they would stop talking about banging girls so much and focus their attention on me.
Hell, I love my guys big and a bit dirty and perverted. But they’re all so fucking straight that it feels like my only college experience will be with my left hand. So I wish that my three messy roommates will become massive body builders with a dirty crush on me.
I have always fantasized about being a gay hypno pup for a dom master, being his puppy, sucking his bone, taking his bone in my ass, moving in and being his pup forever…
But the problem is, I’m a bisexual, closet gay. Can the Pink Fairy help me live this fantasy and help me come out of the closet and be the pup I have always longed to be?
Clay Tanner should have really considered doing more thinking in his free time. Just in general. It would have helped. But, more specifically, he should have thought twice before harassing some poor guy in the university library.
I’m a journalist. Recently, I was tipped that something weird was happening at Hierarch Industries.
The more I pursued the story, the stranger it got. So I’ve decided to get myself into that place, hide until night, and figure some things out. I mean, what could go wrong?