Mark Bartel relaxed on the sofa, soaking up the warmth of the fire. He smiled, his gaze resting on his dog Chip. The big English spaniel was sprawled on the rug, sound asleep. "We had quite a day didn't we buddy?" Mark murmured softly, "Lots of fresh air, exercise and a hot hunk who could thaw a glacier in the middle of winter." Mark snorted softly, knowin...
A/N: Hey all! This is a special chapter. You will quickly learn why! It is also pretty darn long, and has some flashback that shouldn't be confusing, but it might be. Enjoy :) --- Gabriel sits across from Yessica in the airport café. She stirs her coffee slowly, creepily. She's added so much sugar and cream and milk that he doesn't know if it qualifies as...
Darryl Powers was on his way to one of the two popular nightclubs he owned. His new sissyboi, Benji, was beside him. The boi looked pensive and vulnerable, especially sitting next to Darryl. At 6'5 and a muscled but well-sculpted 230 pounds Darryl dwarfed the, for lack of a better word, 'petite' college boy sitting next to him. Anyone seeing the two pass b...
This is my first submission, please be gentle. :) I welcome constructive criticism and feedback. Thank you for taking the time to read my story: Jet Lagged. * I slowly open my eyes and look at the time. 1:14am. Of course. Because it was 6:14am in Casablanca. I would be up with the rising sun, possibly having coffee on the veranda right about now. Instead I...
I could feel Shep's eyes on me as he watched me strip down to my underwear and t-shirt. I pulled back the blankets and crawled into bed. Shep stripped down to his boxers. He paused for a second and stripped them off and tossed them into the basket. I couldn't help but sneak a quick look at his dick, laying soft between his thighs, the foreskin completely co...
Comments, critiques and tips are welcome. Jeremy Stanton vs. Ryan Hicks Heads-up: This chapter is just about their trip and the re-marking of Ryan so please don't expect too much. Wouldn't want to get crucified by readers...again. Cheers! Dedicated to my one and only ~J~ (I still adore you, Sexi). And to L.H. (Just picture Matt Bomer singing 'Heaven'. I...
© Sadie Rose Bermingham 2006 "Woo hoo!! Chapter Eleven already. This chapter caused me great emotional difficulty so I hope you guys have managed to bear with me since it's taken much longer than normal to produce. The usual terms and conditions apply. Josh and Sadie Rose own the copyright to this random work of genius. Anyone publishing it without conse...
I stood behind the boot of the Bentley in the front auto court of the Rivenhall country inn, perched high on the cliff over a horseshoe cove on the sea north of Scarborough, while Felix, the chauffeur, helped Forest DeWitt into the lobby of the inn. When Felix came back, he opened the boot of the car and started handing out the luggage. A valet was there to...
The closer it gets to 5 PM, the longer I stare at the clock, silently begging for it to move faster. "C'mon, minute hand," I think. "I believe in you." Not that I hate my job. In fact, I love working in IT. Flexible hours, lax office environment, and I have a knack for computers so my job isn't exactly difficult. But I don't get enjoyment out of the typical...
This story is a very over the top work of fantasy, and it contains extreme humiliation, blackmail, non-consent, water-sports, even some gunge. ***** There is a certain begrudging camaraderie you reach with your adversaries that you're up against in court every day. As a young attorney just a couple years into my practice, I found some more obnoxious than o...