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...

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 un...

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?                                   ...

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...