Caption This (23rd Dec)

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TGIF: Don't Peek!

by TS Escher

Quietly, I clutch the knob and twist it. The door to my bedroom opens with a groan. I step into the hallway and tiptoe toward the living room, careful to avoid waking my parents.

As I pass their door, I notice it is cracked open. I steal a glance inside, ensuring my parents are fast asleep. Thankfully they are— my dad cradling my slumbering mother in his arms.

I should correct myself. I call them my parents at their request. After my parents died, I was moved from home to home. Now that we’re marking our third Christmas together, I am trying on the words ‘mom’ and ‘dad’ for now.

Pulling myself away, I continue my travels.

"Don't peek!" my new mother's voice echoed in my head. She knew I tended to sneak presents early, so my efforts this year were especially daring. As I would be heading off to college soon, this would be my last Christmas at home. Why spoil the tradition now?

Mornings Like This

by Carlos Palanca

It was a quiet Friday morning. The dark blue sky lightens to a lighter shade of blue as the moon sets. The sun was finally rising in the east. When it was high enough for its light to sneak in through the small opening between a gap between the shades of a window of an apartment in Manhattan, Mike began to wake up from his slumber. He positions his body to face the view away from the peeking sunlight. He slowly opens his eyes to see a beautiful girl - with long and dark hair and wearing only Mark's souvenir shirt from a Coldplay concert, coming out from the bathroom. She notices him and smiles at him. Mark smiles back at her and sweetly greets her, "Good morning!" She gracefully walks towards the bed and greets back at Mark.

Seanday Swap: His and Hers, pt2

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"Cody, you look so hot babe," I said with a chuckle.

"What have you done?"

"I swapped us, don't you like it? I thought it would be fun for a while. We can swap back later." I turned and flexed, I had no intention of giving back his body. He was young, strong and a wealthy entrepreneur. I looked over at Cody who was beginning to explore his acquired body.

"Holly fuck, this is real!"

"Real as anything," I added. I watched him fondle what used to be my breasts, he looked up at me and blushed. "It's OK," I laughed. "We are really going to have some fun, go into the bedroom and get familiar with your new self."

I watched as he bounded off to the bedroom. I got to my feet, and felt a little light headed at my new height. I shook myself, feeling my new weight, damn, it was good to be a man again. I towelled off the sweat and pulled on another shirt, it fitted perfectly. Retiring to the den I booted up Cody's laptop and methodically changed all his passwords.

Caption This (16th Dec)

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TGIF: Exchange of Power

by TS Escher

“Do you know what I do, Mark?” the boy asks me in a dangerous tone. He looks oddly confident in his dirty white tank top. Relaxed even.

"I do," I reply, fidgeting while sitting backward on a chair, feigning casual. It creaks under my substantial weight. I catch myself in the full-length mirror wearing nothing but a tight pair of black underwear. Emotion wells up inside of me. I feel exposed. Embarrassed. Uncomfortable.

To distract myself, I take a moment to survey the dimly lit hotel room. Under the boy's instructions, we are only allowed one lamp with a low watt bulb.

Seanday Swap: His and Hers, pt1

I watched Cody prepare his weeks meals, he was dedicated, and focused on just getting big! I smiled recalling his early years, he'd grown so much, not only in size but he'd learnt so much. He'd even started a franchise, and lived a lifestyle that wanted for little.

It was rare to see him in a shirt, he'd normally be in just a vest or go topless. That was part of his business, showing others what they could achieve if they trained with him, followed his diet plans.

I'd met him at the gym earlier, he was having some "me time". He was working his chest, one of my favourite body parts. He smiled when he saw me, perhaps dreamIng about the many things I'd promised him.

"Hey babe, come to see your man work out?" he asked with a coy smile.

"yeah, come to see the body you're building for me," I replied.

"Aw babe, you know I do it all for you. Come sit with me for a while." He patted his leg, it was thick with muscle. I sat down, and he wrapped an arm around me and kissed me on the cheek. He pulled me in close. I knew he was strong, but he was incredibly gentle. I took a breath, and revelled in the combination of expensive cologne and his beastly musk.

Serial Seduction, pt 3

by TS Escher
 

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In… then out… My pupils dilate as the garden blurs. I release a sigh. It is surprisingly full and confident. I have learned my lesson and am getting an early start, but this time, without a plan. If I am going to fuck Brian (or if he is going to fuck me), it is now or never.

Blissfully, I close my eyes. I feel myself rise off the ground and float through the fence and into the gym.

Caption This (9th Dec)

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Seanday Service: Jam Jars

I heard some noises again and struggled against the ropes that bound my wrists to the chair. I'd been a drug mule for the gang a couple of times, and I'd only just escaped on my last job. But they weren't impressed when I told them I lost their last package, two million worth of product they told me.

I knew they wouldn't hurt me, I was too useful to them. I was a courier for a hospital, so I was always flying in and out with sensitive parcels like livers, hearts and stuff. Normally I'd slip their consignment in with the other stuff knowing I could get it through security without any close inspections. But this time Anderson was there with his mutt.

Anderson worked for the K9 unit, his dog was good, could sniff out any substance from a hundred yards. He was so smug, fucking good looking for a cop as well. When the dog picked up the scent, I knew I was going to lose, so I dumped the shit and left. That was two weeks ago.

This morning a van almost knocked me down as it skidded to a halt next to me. A couple of guys burst out and put a hood over my head, I didn't struggle the gang always arranged meetings like this. But they don't normally tie me to chairs, this is fucked up, and I wondered if I was just an embarrassment to them that need erasing.

Caption This (2nd Dec)

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TGIF: Serial Seduction, pt 2

by TS Escher

READ PT1 HERE

Deep breath in, and out…. in and out. The meditation patio outside of the gym begins to blur. This change of scenery is backfiring – I can’t focus. My next vessel is staring at me through the window as he jogs on the treadmill. Okay, I’m flattering myself. Looking past me as he jogs on the treadmill. Better?

I take another deep breath…He looks like he has a tight little ass. Yes. He must. I search my memory for more detail about him; the little twink that had his eye on Nate in the locker room last week. FOCUS, DAMNIT! You’re wasting time.

I close my eyes and let the darkness take me. Its' inky black depths remind me of my future vessel's black workout outfit. How it hugs his tight little body. A body that will soon be mine.

My feet begin to rise, floating once again. A man on a mission, my eyes trained on the target. A twenty-something with floppy hair, dripping with sweat and adorableness. Every straight man on Earth would drop everything that mattered just to sink their cock into his tight, creamy ass.