'MORE FROM THE LEGEND OF THE HOUSE OF SHAME' To counter the fear I find myself thinking regretfully of Ian. Wondering, what if I've offended him? Would it really have hurt so much to have indulged him, just a little? And there's the teasing element of sneaking curiosity as I lie there, still tensed, toying with myself. Bluntly I find myself wondering how bi...
The room was spinning. So many faces crowded around him, voices buzzed and his head was pounding. It was all so much but he didn't complain, he couldn't, his throat was so raw it hurt to talk, hell it hurt to breathe. The nurse had come in and with the help of Rick, had raised the head of the bed and propped him up against the pillows. They were trying to m...
When you're eighteen years old, about to graduate from high school, and have a long summer of relaxation and fun in front of you, the last thing you want is for your whole world to be turned upside down. And you certainly don't want it to happen the way it did to me. Loud shouting from the hall woke me around midnight, and before I'd worked out that the agit...
for thegreatmuppetcaper, sweaty_briefs, Sneu, & mt1rosie When I retired from the Army, I was taken care of--medical care, a little income--but I would have to get a civilian job. After 20 years in Special Forces, I was ready to lay down my sword. I'd been in firefights, wounded a couple of times, chased through jungles, attacked in the desert. I was ready t...
She had managed to kill four spring hares today but our family would consume that in less than two days. We had to continue forward, kill bigger prey. We had to set our sights on antelope. The gazelle in this region could run up to sixty miles an hour, kick and buck and were quite a threat to an eagle only half their size. But Bazahra was no mere eagle. I di...
Kochei, born Kochyeva Ilyavich Moskva let the sens rush over his skin. Yeah, he was a battle servant, a very good one, five assassinations to his name, and countless kills over that. In this place, though, he let the gold reflectors in his eyes shine and smiled down at the little human grinding against his crotch. "You want?" He grabbed her jaw in his inhum...
A mild bit of editing and combining two chapters. Parallel to real folks but for entertainment purposes only. ****************** Carey: I took off during the two hour lunch of the quarterback camp to be by myself and have some time to think. I sat in the corner of LSU's third cafeteria pretending to read but I really wasn't. 'I didn't mean to have it go t...
Summary: Jared, Mike, and Adrian are like brothers from different mothers, and, like all siblings, whether by genes or chance, they like different things. Jared wants a relationship, preferably one that lasts beyond a one-night-stand, Mike hides his vulnerable self under the pretense that he is into a niche fetish, and Adrian just likes to have fun. In th...
By the time I've plunged the coffee and made a pile of buttered toast, I'm a bit calmer. In control of myself enough that I think I can manage a silent cuppa rather than screaming 'fuck off and away out of my life', the moment I see him. He's still glistening with water, hair in tiny wee wet spikes, with a towel tucked round his waist. A hand towel. It ju...
This is a work of fiction, I do not condone ANY of the activities portrayed in this story, nor do I recommend them to anyone. This story shares many similarities with my previous story "Steam Room Daddy" there are strong elements on non-consent in this story, so if that makes you uncomfortable this probably isn't the story for you. That being said, this stor...