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My name is Kai and I'm an 18 year old aspiring author.
This is where I post ALL ORIGINAL CONTENT, mostly my short stories, fan-fiction and other writings.
THIS IS MAINLY AN 18+ NSFW BLOG, though I will have some PG writings as well.


Links for your convenience;
PG Writing.
Writing safe to be read by anyone, those who don't fancy reading erotica.
18+ Stories.
Writing to be read by adults only. The 18+, NSFW kind of stuff.
Callum Sour Stories.
Stories involving the main character of my novel.
Personal posts.
Updates on future stories and other things I post about myself.
Novel Updates.
Information about my novel, including progress I've made.


Unless otherwise stated, all stories, captions, and pictures are copyright and trademarks of K. Aitken. All rights reserved.


To contact me;
Email me at Kai.Aitken8@gmail.com
My facebook.
ASK ME ANYTHING!
~ Tuesday, November 1 ~
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All the cute gays live fucking forever away. |:

Like, other countries and shit. -_-

~foreveralone~

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~ Monday, October 31 ~
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~ Sunday, October 30 ~
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Anonymous asked: Show us a picture of you?

You could check my facebook, which there’s a link to on my page..
but I guess I’ll post a few here..


~ Thursday, October 20 ~
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Masculinity.

Early on in my childhood I’d discovered that my views of masculinity have always been more subjective than that of others. My love of the male form stems from somewhere deep within me, unmasked by the rest of my existence. Whereas most adoration people feel for this, lies solely in the form of nudity, I more fully appreciate masculinity in the most admissible of shapes. In a laid-back laugh, a gentle glance, a simple smile.. Even a humble handshake can fill my consciousness with the enchanting substance that is testosterone.

I remember the discovery of the sincere intoxication that pulsed through my veins when my eyes could detect maleness in the most raw of forms. Masculine energy seemed to fuel my animation, I appeared to thrive off the most diminutive revelation of even the slightest bit of masculinity.

In time I had started to scour men for the things I had unintentionally noticed for so long. I would jump at any chance to leave the house in the hopes of witnessing just one sample of masculinity, just a glimmer of testosterone influenced actions. Going to the grocery was somewhat of a haven for me, the twitch of biceps lifting plastic bags, the short tempered hair rustle of annoyed husbands and fathers.. The influx of attraction would shake me to my core, provoking emotional highs that would hold me tightly in their grasp.

As time progressed my desire for male contact continued on and throughout Elementary School I felt comfortable only in classes headed by male teachers. I rarely had “crushes” on boys of my age and always felt them to be “just too young.” Their preadolescence was no match for the hormone induced manliness that fueled my addiction.

Moving forwards through Junior High and High School was like candy for my cravings. The boys around me started to develop the same masculine tremors my eyes had been addicted to my entire life. I could feel the attractiveness of their puberty growing around me, seemingly surrounding me in every class I sat through. The allurement was overwhelming to the point where I started to skip classes to hide around the track field or the gymnasium just to experience the same exuberant high of masculine energy.  Shirts sticking to sweat soaked bodies, the clenching of ab muscles with each heaving breath, it was all enough to make up for the failing grades and after school detentions.

To this day I still find myself lost in admiration, focusing in on random men  inadvertently exuding their testosterone in displays of sheer masculinity. My love for all that is male continues to be unbending and unchanging.

But I have come to welcome my infatuation, to indulge in the bliss brought to me by unknowing men and to deal with the withdrawal when need be. It’s become the heart of who I am, this obsession, and living with it has become second nature.

©K. Aitken.

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~ Wednesday, October 19 ~
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Anonymous asked: Whats 3rd person?

Okay, well..

The stories I have posted already are written in first person which is for example;

I put my hands in my pockets and continued down the block.

Whereas third person is from an outside perspective such as;

Kai slipped his hands into his pockets, walking down to the end of his street.

Get it?


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I love you Tayler Icecube.

taylermaybe replied to your post: I’m following you even though i’m totally uninterested in gary stories. I love you anyway
FUCK MY PHONE. GAY* God dammit. I love you too. Fuck. I swear to god I’m not stupid.

I figured it was a typo, rofl. xD I knew what you meant bbygrl. <3


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Thanks followers! :’3

I love you. :’D
I have three ides coming to you pretty soonish.

One’s pretty short and should be up in a few hours at the most.
One’s already about 75% done so that should be up sometime tonight.
The other I still have to type from my notebook, so maybe tomorrow sometime?


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taylermaybe asked: I'm following you even though i'm totally uninterested in gary stories. I love you anyway

In Gary stories? Hmm.. Good thing I don’t have any characters named Gary. xD
I love you. <3


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Anonymous asked: i didnt know you wrote things until you just posted this on your facebook.you should have told us sooner. i like it.

Yeah, I don’t usually say much about it to anyone. Thanks though.


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Information on Callum Sour.

Okay, so really quick I just thought that I’d tell you about my novel I’m working on.

It’s a two part series consisting of the first book, "I am Callum Sour," and a prequel to be released shortly after called "Callum Sour: The Beginning."


Soon I’ll be writing a short paragraph or two for use on the back of the books, and I’ll be posting those for your continued information on the series.

All the stories I’m posting on here are before or during the time of the Prequel.

Fell free to ask any questions you have about this, or anything else in my ask box.

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Introduction to Callum and Danté.

It’s usually hard for people to understand the relationship my husband and I share. It’s even harder for me to try and explain. The two of us are more different then I can even begin to describe, yet I’ve never in my life met someone I have so much in common with. The main thing is, we’re in love, and my “job” could never change that.

From the outside, people either wish they had our love, or can’t understand how we live the way we do. Our life is hard, but somehow we’re great at it, great at loving it anyway. Money is tight, but time is even tighter. We buy almost everything at goodwill or the Salvation Army and we live off of Mac-and-Cheese and Ramen. We only stop working to spend time together, which isn’t anywhere near as often as it should be. The floor of our tiny apartment in the worst neighborhood in the city is covered in laundry we never have time to do and more crumbled paper you’ve ever seen in one place at one time.


My writing is our way out. I write while he drinks red wine and when I’m finished, he reads, and at the end of every story, we’ll put on the old records and dance until one of us caves in and strips the other of his clothes. Without fail, this is what happens every time, we strip each other down and make love right there on the couch or on the floor. I find it hard to refer to our sex as anything other than making love, no matter how dirty it gets. It always ends the same way, curled up
in each others arms. He’ll stroke my hair, and talk in the softest voice I’ve ever heard about how we’re going to pay for the rent this month, or his upcoming job interviews, how he’s “really got a good feeling about this one.” 

Being accustomed to this life is more than “making due” it’s more than “dealing” because I know one day when I look back I will miss these times. When I look into his eyes, those green and bronze, fiery jade sparkling eyes, I see our future. I
see the townhouse in the suburbs, the fenced in yard, the tire swing, the kids, the dog. All of it, it’s there. Our mattress on the floor replaced with a four-poster, the dirty laundry replaced with toys, and our pantry consisting of real food.

But past all this, I see us on the couch, drinking red wine and listening to old records. He’ll stroke my hair, and talk to me in that same soft voice. The conversation replaced with talk of PTA meetings, and what he’s cooking for dinner tomorrow when he get’s home from work. 

Those are the days I’ll miss these ones, and I’ll remember seeing our future like this, deep in his eyes. I’ll remember it was his love that got me through.

-Callum Sour.™

©K. Aitken.

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