A Reason, A Season, A Lifetime
My grandmother used to tell me that, “a friend is a dollar in your pocket.” It was her way of saying that friendships were temporary and that people couldn’t be trusted. As a kid I ignored her because I cherished my friendships. My friends were the ones I told my secrets to; the people I confided in when I was too afraid to talk to my mother about my desire to meet my father, or about my reservations about having sex for the first time. They were the people with whom I shared a sacred bond of trust and truth that had nothing to do familial traditions. Read the rest of this entry
Dear No One
I’ve grown tired of the search. My feet are weary, my hands are tired, and my throat aches with thirst. I lay my bruised back against the concrete wall. My open wounds bleed onto the floor as I gaze at the trail of fallen drops that show the path I have walked. I close my eyes and reflect on the years I have traveled in search of you.
In search of this myth. Read the rest of this entry
Greetings From A YouTube Cover Fanatic
Anyone who knows me, knows I have an obsession with listening to YouTube covers. It’s one of my favorite past times and I learn about most of the up-to-date music from listening to YouTube cover artists put their twist on some of their favorite songs. Read the rest of this entry
Findings In A Closet: My First Love
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sit in my dim lighted living room and draw blank thoughts as I sort through the scattered papers on the floor. I come across a crumbled piece of yellow paper folded between two unopened letters. Puzzled by the paper in my hand, I open it and immediately recognize my own handwriting.
I am flooded with memories as I read these words… Read the rest of this entry
The First Cut Is The Deepest
I see you crying. As the tears stream down your face and I see your caramel skin redden with the blush of pain, my heart aches that I can’t do nothing for you.
My words only seem to cause you more pain. I don’t know how to love you. I want so desperately to know how to make this right and yet I can’t. I’m lost in a world of past pain and regret. Read the rest of this entry
Locking Lips At Club C (Part 2)
This is a continuation of Locking Lips At Club C (Part 1)
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As we locked lips I felt myself rise against him. My hormones were raging and I felt lost in the moment as his tongue found mine and we explored each other gently. Pulling back from our kiss, I stared into his eyes and I moved in again to suck on his bottom lip. I felt its fullness, as I moved my right hand downward and felt the thickness of his dick in the grip of my hand. Gasping at the thought of him inside me, I moved in for another kiss.
We continued kissing until my lips found his neck, and I felt the gentle caress of his hands touch the outline of my dick. He grabbed my pants until he was gripping me and I bit into his neck. With such excitement I began sucking on it harder and harder. Read the rest of this entry
The Little White Lie: “I’m Busy”
We have all used the line “I’m busy.” Whether it was to get out of a bad situation, avoid an annoying friend, or simply spend a relaxing evening at home instead of at the club.
But how does that one little white lie translate when you’re dating someone? Read the rest of this entry
Size Queens & Kings Anonymous: Try It On For Size (By: Goldie Locks)
Do you remember the first time? How you unzipped their pants? Feasting your eyes upon the first erection you personally caused someone. It was the only dick that you ever played with at that point, besides your own. Your very first dick! Once explored, it was the best dick ever! It was the right shape, color, taste, and size. It was just absolutely perfect in every way. You worshiped it as the best, and you had nothing else to compare it to at that point.
So when in our sexual escapades did we become so damn picky? Read the rest of this entry
Locking Lips At Club C (Part 1)
It was a hot and humid summer evening. Standing at the Sapphire Lounge dressed in blue fitted jeans, a black blazer and white graphic t-shirt, you can say that I was feeling a little over dressed.
Wiping the sweat from my forehead I paused to look at my best friend and saw that he too was struggling with the summer heat. Showcasing a few new pieces at the lounge for their All Arts Show, we decided to take a break from the crowd gathering at the gallery to admire my work and walked to the main bar where we got a view of the dance floor. Read the rest of this entry
Size Queens & Kings Anonymous: An Ass Man’s Dilemma Part 2 (By: Ass-Man)
In my questioning of whether or not I am a size queen, I came to the realization that not all bigger, fat, chubby, chunky, husky, or any other synonym we use to call people “Bigger than life,” so to speak, are the same. So please, allow me to clarify what I categorize as a sexy “fat guy.” Read the rest of this entry
