Santa's Little Helper

Out of work actor Nicholas Cooper takes a job working as an assistant to a department store Santa. The only catch is that he must present femme for the role. No stranger to performing in drag, 'Nikki' arrives at Santa's Workshop to find that the store Santa is a lecherous misogynist and a lush. Desperate to keep her job Nikki has to decide if she is willing to put up with Santa's foibles and inappropriate advances. A naughty Christmas romp (in every denotation of the word) with a happy ending (in every denotation of the word).

“Hey Steph!” The unmistakable Scottish twang of The Angels’ newest member calls to me as I take a glass of complementary champagne from the refreshments table. “I hoped I’d meet you here today!”

“Oh — hey Dina!” I reply with an excited giggle, which is thanks in no small part to the clingy asymmetric black dress the model is wearing. “I LOVE that dress, is it bespoke or a label?”

January - London - Mark (as Angel)

The weeks blurred into each other like smudged lipstick.

Every morning, Mark got up, put on his gym kit, and ran laps around the canals, lungs burning, legs raw. If you looked past the stares from construction workers and the old women walking their dogs, it almost felt normal. Sweat, pain, the grind. He clung to it—routine was the only thing left that felt like his.

The Rave Girls’ circle is never broken. It has claimed dancers for centuries—and will for centuries more.

Prologue: Long Before the Neon
Many centuries before the vibrant glow of glow sticks lit up the night, before the pulsing rhythms of bass music filled the air, and long before the vast warehouses became settings for unforgettable gatherings—there existed the timeless circle.

They can kill you, but the rules say they aren’t allowed to eat you.

Pete's Vagina
74. Return
by Erin Halfelven

You’ve seen her caps, heard her singles and waited far too long! It’s time for the first chapter of Sissy Sassi’s mainline story! It’s currently the first of two, not counting all the singles and music videos! If you want to read and watch all the rest, subscribe to my patreon:
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There were only three boys in the locker room at the ballet studio. We used to be best friends all through middle school. Then we started to drift apart in high school. I know why I pulled back, and I regretted it, but I had no idea why my best friends had not only drifted away from me but also from each other. We had been such a close-knit group. Standing together against the world. Three “girly” boys.

“Ex- excuse me?” The young woman asks, her facemask muffling her soft Yorkshire accent. “Can — can we get a selfie with you, please?” I allow myself a small chuckle as I turn to face the asker of the question — a girl barely older than sixteen, standing with three others of her age. All of them are wearing t-shirts with cartoon caricatures on the front and, even though I can’t see them, angel wing prints on the back, just like all t-shirts promoting the group I tried — and failed — to join.

Shadowsblade a Whateley Tale: Written by Shadowsblade

Created for war and forged in pain, dealing with demons within and without.

“So… exactly how many high school fantasies are we fulfilling right now?” Paul asks as I tune my bass guitar, and I can’t help but smirk as I can already guess how the impending argument will go.

“Bit inappropriate to ask about MY high school fantasies, but I’ll let it slide,” Stuart replies, and I sense my opportunity to chip in.

“If it helps, Paul, I’m wondering the same thing,” I say, chuckling at the mock-offended look on my mentor’s face.

“…Okay, yes, every music student dreams of playing in a garage band in an actual garage,” Stuart concedes.