Hey, I’m not sure if this is real, but there is this guy Alex at my office. He’s wicked smart and cute but he’s always so stressed out. He gets to the office by 6:30 and doesn’t leave till 10. He’s always so busy!
He’s openly gay but not flashy about it. Do you think you could help him relax and maybe find a guy? He’s really nice (when he stops long enough to talk that is) and I think he should get to unwind a little. Thanks
Sam’s roommate Tuck is about to do something monumentally stupid and join an anti-lockdown rally. It’s just bad enough thing to do that Sam’s willing to temporarily relax his ethical and moral standards to keep the big dumb idiot from going.
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Disclaimer: This story involves a transmasculine (FtM) individual and penis in vagina (PIV) sex. While I have tried to be as respectfully euphemistic as I can where I can, this is an erotic story and therefore the use of language pertaining to transmasculine genitalia that may be triggering to some (i.e. use of the terms ‘clit’ and ‘boy pussy’) is unavoidable.
I have done my best to consult with trans friends and do research but it is my understanding that there is no universal standard of acceptable terms for trans genitalia. That is to say, what one individual might find perfectly alright, another might find squicky—or triggering altogether. While I would love for you to read and enjoy this story, please consider if you would like to continue if you suffer from bottom dysphoria.
Furthermore, I would like to remind everyone that this is erotica. Its primary purpose is entertainment. The presence of mind-control elements in this story is incidental and a defining feature of much of my work. It is not intended as a commentary on the transgender experience, and I would like to categorically and emphatically make clear “trans deception” is bullshit.
Sean crosses the finish line on his dumbing down journey and his life will never be the same.
Jack implants a trigger in Sean and slowly chips away at his intelligence.
Sean’s journey into dumbing down begins with an introduction to trance.
Sean is a writer of gay erotic romance, and when he gets into it with a fan about whether hypnosis is real, he ends up making a bet that changes his life forever.
Being smart is difficult enough without wanting to change the world too and Robbie’s had enough. Maybe he can find a different way to make the world a better place, and maybe he won’t have to use his silly little head as much for it.
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Entered into for convenience, the marriage had grown into one of true love and devotion that had lasted 60 years. But Daniel Harrigan’s wife was gone now and little connected him to this life. His career in academic folklore had wound up. His family had grown away from him since his wife’s passing. He wondered now if it was too late to finally feel the forbidden touch.
These were the thoughts Daniel sought escape from in his study when, on his desk, he found a book with a plain cover he had no recollection of. Confused, he opened it at random and came across a painting. Appearing to be late medieval to early renaissance, it depicted a hall filled with people…not just people, men, some hairy, some with flat noses, with robes and with pointed teeth, doing all manner of things with and to each other.
And two sat above it all. One was dressed in purple and as Daniel studied the details of his face and muscles he felt his back creak. He had involuntary arched his ass out. The other man was young and dressed in a pink Daniel thought impossibly vibrant for the painting’s era. When Daniel saw the young man’s smile he felt his heart laid bare.
Daniel glanced at the title: “The Étrad Sídhthe Hold Court.” He read on.
Mitch is Harry’s cousin from Kentucky, and he’s just in time for election season. The only problem is, he seems a little confused about Canada’s political color scheme.
I’ve made a terrible mistake. A fitness magazine is doing “be the next face of” and I signed up!
They want me to come in for a photo shoot. I am not ready, what am I going to do?