My way to pansexuality
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My Poetry Escape
I may just be a girl. No one special. Nothing compared to others. In the eyes of the universe, I am just a little speck of dust. My light may not shine very bright, and it may not be of any use, but I am me. Writing is my only escape out of this world. I cry rivers of ink and climb mountains of words. I may not write as well as others, but my writing is just a different style. They're my feelings. I really do hope you can connect to some of the work in here. Please, do not copy any of this work without informing me first. Thank you! "My Escape" I have a supply, In the closet near my bed, Of past memories, Hanging by a thread. A thread, Connected to my mind, That thread, Just follows me around. I have a hole, In the middle of my heart, That hole fills up, When someone's torn apart. I have a tear, Accompanying my lonely eye, Knowing, whenever I'm alone, I can sit in a corner and cry. Even though, These things are there, I still have ink, a notebook, and a pen, To care. I write and write, To my heart's desire, New feelings erupt, By the hour. Writing is, My one escape, In this cruel and careless world, I have the power, to awake. "A Story Without Words" A story told, In a little tune, A golden smile, And a shining tear, Rolling down my cheek. A little breeze, The nice sun, A marvelous day, Turned into a wet one. The memories dripped, Down on my cotton white shirt, Leaving stains, On my malicious heart. Your smile, Worth a thousand words, Can't cheer up This depressive mind. A storm bewildered, Your indecisive mind, Drowning me, In my reckless thoughts. A rainy day, A gleaming lie, A story not told, With words Nor sounds. This story is, But a mere thought, In this universe We share, Every night. This story is, A withering storm, Drifting off, In this careless soul. This story is, Not told with sounds, But a never ending blow, Of swirling emotions, Bottled up inside.Complete
The Pretty Boy In The Sheets| bxb |
*I do not own any rights to the photo used as my cover* *** #2 in TeenRomance (2026) #4 in Gayness (26) #9 in Teenager (2026) #11 in Coming out the closet (2021) I started this story in 2021... Everything is cringy and bad about this story, but I decided to complete this book since I got a lot of comments disappointed it was never finished. Eric didn't choose or really want to be gay, it just kind of happen- something that just happened, he can't even remember how he found out he was gay all he knew was that he was, And it wasn't like there's nothing wrong with that. Eric wasn't homophobic, he didn't feel disgusted in himself but rather disappointed. Everyone put pressure on him to be this perfect person, whether it being grades or sports or family- everything would be ruin if he came out. That's why he hadn't told anyone in the last couple years, not because he's scared- pft, Eric Goodmen scared? Star football player? Could have all the women by just a click of a button if wasn't for being in love with the same gender- scared? He was just a little 'inconvenienced'. One party changed everything though- to many drinks and making out with the wrong gender to send his fake perfect life crashing down when discovering out the first person he came out to, kissed, and had sex with was Callum Micheals. Mr pretty boy. Like life flashing before his eyes- Eric questioned whether Callum remembered or not? *** The smell of a nose itching fabric softer, too expensive for his parents to buy and the feel of warm feather pillows is what Eric woke up to. His body was somewhat tired, and sweaty but besides that, he felt good- he even let out a morning moan sitting up with his arms to look around, he was at Jackson's. A light ache from his hangover rang through his head reminding him that he drank a lot last night seconds later, he opened his mouth to hiss or groan in pain, but the groan that brought silence to the room wasn't his- it was, "Callum?!" Eric whisper shouted.Complete
LGBT+ True Coming Out Stories
I am no longer taking submissions, so please don't ask. First published June 2, 2015.Complete
Topping the Alpha (Werewolf Story)
Worlds collide when Elliot Lockwood, an Omega, moves into a different pack at 17. Born of warrior parents, he was raised to believe his breed should have no bearing in his life. Determined to offer their son a better future, the Lockwoods decide to move to a larger pack, one that offers more opportunities for an Omega. Thrust into a new town, Elliot must navigate his senior year in high school facing all the challenges that come with it, including an unwanted attention from the soon to be Beta. But he is decided to make his mark in the world, even if he has to face an obnoxious Alpha who is determined to make his life hell. Little does he know Elliot is not like any other Omega and he'll stop at nothing to succeed in this pack, even if he has to trample the boy Alpha to achieve it. Buckle up people, this isn't like any other Omega story you've ever read! Warning: contains gay sexual activity.Complete
When He Got Married
"It was the best orgasm I've ever had. It was so intense that for a second there, it felt like my soul would escape through my nipples." Luke and Daniel have been best friends since forever. When Daniel marries the love of his life, Alexander, Luke discovers new feelings, feelings he doesn't quite understand. While Daniel gets the job of his dreams and travels around the world, Luke meets Veronica and falls in love with her. When Daniel's marriage falls apart because of his work, Luke is already engaged. On the day of his wedding, Luke realizes what his feelings mean, but it's too late. Slowly and gradually, they grow apart, but when Luke finds a way out of his marriage, he reaches out to his best friend. Will Luke be able to confess his love for Daniel? Will Daniel be able to love a man he thought of as his brother? Read to find out what alcohol can do. [40,000 Words] #3 - GayMarriage - 02/24/21 #8 - GayRelationship - 10/28/20 #34 - GayCouple - 10/26/20 #208 - MaleXMale - 12/14/20 #234 - GayRomance - 12/14/20 #315 - GayFiction - 12/14/20 #396 - MxM - 12/14/20 #408 - ManXMan - 12/14/20 #541 - Bisexual - 12/14/20 #650 - WattPride - 12/14/20 #858 - LGBTQ - 12/13/20 #863 - GayLove - 12/14/20 #865 - LGBT - 12/13/20Complete
Pride Month 2022
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Pretty Eyes & Bow Ties
"I don't think his eyes are weird!" I blurted. Everyone turned their attention to me. I steeled my nerves and locked eyes with the boy up front. "I think they're..." Hundreds of words ran through my mind but none fit. Only one word seemed to stick out the most. "Pretty."Complete![the progress project [3]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/141281246-256-k799576.jpg)
the progress project [3]
❝ i'm sorry. ❞ ❝ okay. ❞ ❝ so what, you say anything else? i apologized. ❞ ❝ that doesn't mean i have to forgive you for what you did. there are some things that i can never forgive. ❞Complete
I may just be a girl. No one special. Nothing compared to others. In the eyes of the universe, I am just a little speck of dust. My light may not shine very bright, and it may not be of any use, but I am me. Writing is my only escape out of this world. I cry rivers of ink and climb mountains of words. I may not write as well as others, but my writing is just a different style. They're my feelings. I really do hope you can connect to some of the work in here. Please, do not copy any of this work without informing me first. Thank you! "My Escape" I have a supply, In the closet near my bed, Of past memories, Hanging by a thread. A thread, Connected to my mind, That thread, Just follows me around. I have a hole, In the middle of my heart, That hole fills up, When someone's torn apart. I have a tear, Accompanying my lonely eye, Knowing, whenever I'm alone, I can sit in a corner and cry. Even though, These things are there, I still have ink, a notebook, and a pen, To care. I write and write, To my heart's desire, New feelings erupt, By the hour. Writing is, My one escape, In this cruel and careless world, I have the power, to awake. "A Story Without Words" A story told, In a little tune, A golden smile, And a shining tear, Rolling down my cheek. A little breeze, The nice sun, A marvelous day, Turned into a wet one. The memories dripped, Down on my cotton white shirt, Leaving stains, On my malicious heart. Your smile, Worth a thousand words, Can't cheer up This depressive mind. A storm bewildered, Your indecisive mind, Drowning me, In my reckless thoughts. A rainy day, A gleaming lie, A story not told, With words Nor sounds. This story is, But a mere thought, In this universe We share, Every night. This story is, A withering storm, Drifting off, In this careless soul. This story is, Not told with sounds, But a never ending blow, Of swirling emotions, Bottled up inside.
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