James is an average 5'9", 20 year old male with brown hair and brown eyes. His build is unremarkable and a pair of circle wire rim glasses sit low on his nose. His hair is basic and considering his insecurities regarding his stocky and average build he is often wearing simple clothes, like a hoodie and jeans. James wanders down a side street of Galla, V...
What started out as a simple game of billiards slowly became a display of mixed emotions. Thirty-two-year-old Oliver couldn't be too sure if Bryce, his best friend, kept his eyes on the cue balls or if he kept repeating his brief glances at him. To make it an even more mystifying situation, the little smile on Bryce's face appeared at times with a hint of se...
A black leather gloved hand crawls like a spider up my leg, leaving in it's wake a trail of tingling flesh. It lingers to caress the muscles of my inside thigh before a single leather finger slips between my ass cheeks, stealing softly towards my asshole. A dark figure leans in close, his hot breath scorches my skin as he whispers, "Who owns your ass?" My...
I was a tourist staying in New York for a week, I was having fun with friends and all, but it came down with me wanting more then friends. I took a taxi from Hamilton Heights down to Central Park, not knowing that I only had seven dollars in my pocket. I was in the taxi with a man born in Saudi Arabia, he was a nice man, maybe thirty years old by looking a...
Chapter Twenty-four: Luke defends Sandro Luke said to Tom, "As soon as we get home, and before I go back to work, I must go and see Sandro and Mamma. I must get them reconciled. Sandro has big exams coming up in nine or ten weeks, and we must make sure that he is emotionally OK. I need to spell that out to Mamma, in case Sandro has not made it clear. I don'...
When I woke up I felt dizzy and disoriented. Last thing I remembered was that I had approached Sami, the loser from high school, at the bar and though we had barely seen each other ever since I left for college I knew he would never forget me. He was nervous when I suggested he should invite me a drink for old times' sake since I was back in town for the sum...
I drove up early Saturday morning. I remember he said he went there about every weekend and I was hoping this weekend would be no exception. I drove about the country with no luck of finding his street so I stopped by this lone gas station sitting out on some country road to ask for directions. The place looked abandoned when I pulled in, but I got out and...
The lights went out. Mark looked about, rubbing his eyes. The office was empty, the cubicles abandoned for the night. He checked the time. 10:30. Josie would be angry. He hadn't called to tell her he would be home late. Mark sighed. Home. He didn't want to go home. Things with Josie were strained these days. He stayed late at the office almost every day, s...
While Trisha poked around in the detritus on the lake shore, Ryan lay on their picnic blanket with his eyes closed and listened to the lapping waves and seagulls. He and Trisha had the beach almost all to themselves that afternoon in October. It was the first time since his father's visit that he'd felt really peaceful, and Ryan wanted to soak up as much of...
I close my eyes and inhale. Count to ten. Sounds and smells invade the world behind closed lids, polite and subtle, not like the constant blaring insistence of sight. The crisp metallic hum of the computer on the desk in front of me. Nearby, the steady, seductive rasp of pages turning--patient, smooth, the rate of a browser, not a page faster or slower li...