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GLBT
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Written by Chuck Nwoke
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Tuesday, 24 June 2008 05:14 |
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“What’s the deal with gay guys always getting stoned to make out?” Stephen asked, forthright, debating whether to take a hit or not. Jamie couldn’t help prematurely blowing his smoke out, laughing. “I don’t know what’s more ridiculous,” he answered in his southern drawl, giggling, “your question, or you saying ‘make out.’” With his ego slightly bruised by the laughter, Stephen grabbed the joint and took a hit, and debated whether he still felt like “making out” with Jamie. |
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Heterosexual
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Written by Lillian Ridgeway
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Wednesday, 18 June 2008 13:24 |
 Shutting the door behind her, Michelle asked, “Are we really going to do this?” “Yes,” Jack breathed into her ear, warm and damp, locking it behind her, “we are.” |
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Heterosexual
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Written by Bride Cymbelina
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Thursday, 05 June 2008 09:52 |
 He withdrew the small square of paper from the glass jar, unfolded it, and still looking at the paper, smiled. “Which one?” I asked, anxious to know. His eyelashes flicked upwards, his dark eyes, narrowed, met my widened blue ones. “It’s the wild card,” he said. “I get to make it whatever I want, and you have to go along with it. Whatever my mood is. But,” he said, tossing the paper up onto the nightstand and placing the jar back into the drawer in which we kept it, “I have to go to work first, and so do you. You – and I – won’t know what I get to do to you until tonight.” |
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Written by Peter Baltensperger
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Monday, 05 May 2008 00:00 |
 It was early summer, a couple of weeks or so past the solstice, and the sun was still high and strong in the cloudless sky. It was early afternoon, with the sun perhaps ten degrees or so past its zenith and shining almost straight down on the world. Leonard was soaking in his hot tub out in the atrium, sitting directly under the summer sun. Since he was living on a large tract of land out in the countryside, he liked to enjoy his stays in his tub without wearing anything. |
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Cross Genre
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Written by Keyan Bowes
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Tuesday, 01 April 2008 00:00 |
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She was drunk, she was very drunk.
Alec wasn’t exactly sober himself; hell, no one at the bar was. But Bunnie was far gone. He didn’t even know her full name, just that she’d been very friendly all evening, and readily come home with him. Neither did he know how they had gotten to the topic they were talking about now, but it was strangely fascinating.
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Erotic Fiction
