Written in Lace

“I love your bellybutton.” Caspian told Zed as he bandaged Zed’s injured finger. It’s been years since Zed had actually cut himself while cooking, and a pair of wandering hands changed that in the span of less than a second. But how could he ever be mad at Caspian? “This time you could have picked a better moment.” Valentine’s day was approaching and although they didn’t care for the day, Caspian thought they should do something for it. No, not gifts, only them enjoying each other. Or Caspian telling Zed how much he loved every piece of him at the most inappropriate moments. Zed should have not been surprised, but when Caspian told him he loved his eyeballs while he was covered in cranberry sauce, and later when he told him he loved his toes while Zed was rushing to his meeting with Jackson, and that he loved his earlobes after he broke his favourite mug, he didn’t think there were that many inappropriate situations when Caspian could declare his eternal love.  He should have known bet

 “I’m telling you, Secret Santa is an awfully bad idea. And I got stuck with Thomas out of all people.” Derek was saying in between brushing his teeth. “I am so tired of hearing you complain. Just buy a bloody present and get over with it.” “Will you help me?” Derek asked as he put his toothbrush away. “My dear, of course not.” Back in the bedroom, Derek scoffed seeing that Noah didn’t even bother putting down the book he’d been reading. “I don’t know what to get him. He’s new and he’ll be gone after the holidays anyway.” “So? You have access to his file, I’m sure there are a few personal things in there. Maybe he likes bowling or something.” “Are you suggesting getting him a bowling pin?” Noah finally looked up at him. “And put it on a keychain, sure.” Derek scoffed again. “He must have a Facebook profile.” “You don’t even know where to find Facebook.” “That’s why I need your help.” Derek said exasperated. “Please!” Out of all the issues he thought he’d face as a new manager at his jo

       The chugging sound of the train and the smooth ride made Ian sleepy. It didn’t snow this year, but the weather was bleak and cold. The heating was on, the seat was comfortable and he felt cosy.         The winter holiday was over before Ian could fully enjoy it. It had been nice at home, waking up late, drinking coffee after ten o’clock and eating the delicious foods his mother prepared that year. Of course, every year was a feast. He could say that without sounding like bragging, his mother was a chef, if she couldn’t prepare the most delicious holiday meals, then who could?         His siblings had been at home too, except for his older brother, he spent this year’s Christmas with the in-laws. When him and his sweet wife married they decided to spend one year with his parents and the next with hers. A good compromise, but Ian missed his big brother over the holidays, although happy he got to spend some quality time with his younger sister and her twin brother.         Ian left

The police station was mostly deserted. The front door at least because inside officers were roaming left and right. Kotaro made his way to his desk, and sure enough, his phone was waiting for him on the pile of papers. He wouldn't have went back for it, but he actually didn’t own a single alarm clock. He usually got up early, but he didn’t want to risk it, being late for work was a sin.  He didn’t exchange greetings and was already on his way back when he heard a sound coming from detective Matsushita’s office. Initially he thought about ignoring it, but it wouldn’t hurt to pop in and say hi, checking up on Ellis in the process since he did have that annoying habit of hiding stuff like when he was feeling sick or worried or anything else he didn’t want to share.  Kotaro knocked, but opened the door without waiting for a reply. He took in the room. Ellis was at his desk, Bullet, his faithful animal partner, and probably best friend, was struggling to retrieve something from under a

Hi! I have some linguistics book, is it yours?                                              I don’t know how it got in my bag me.                                                                                           OMG! I was looking for that. I need it for my next class.                                              Can we meet somewhere? Are you at the uni now?                                              I can drop it off, I just got off work.                                                                                           I can meet you, there’s still 40min until my next class. Nah, I’m coming.                                              See you in about 10min.                                                                                           OK, thank you so much! Don’t mention it, sensei. :*                                              ⁂ I haven’t got the faintest idea how Shiori’s book

Okay, this is the first time I tell this to someone so take it easy on me. This is the story of my first time with a guy, back when I was around 16-17. I was young and horny. And dumb. I downloaded an app, made a profile and started looking around.  I was so nervous the entire time. I only looked at profiles at night, under my covers. I usually don’t have a password on my phone, but after I downloaded the app, you bet I put a pass on it. I was not out to anyone and I was terrified of my family finding out (spoiler alert: they found out, haven’t spoken to them in years, lol). So anyway, I was browsing the app for ages, looking at profiles and masturbating in my room. Some days I just couldn’t wait to get back home from school and get on the app, after everyone went to bed, of course.  Eventually I decided to upload a picture of myself, no face, only my abs and pulling down on my briefs so only my pubes were visible. I was so nervous, and after uploading the pic, I got a message. Up unti