It was something of a coup, as a journalist, to get an interview with the ambassador of a Middle Eastern country. I had been working on it for months, putting out feelers and befriending staff. It was a bit like infiltrating the embassy, like a spy might do, but I wasn't troublemaker: I was in the business of demystifying things. That's what i do. I talk to...
Vince does it for me... It had come to the point that no sooner had I knocked on Vincent's door than he was unwrapping me like a birthday parcel. "It is just that I have been dreaming about you, I am so very horny for you Pete" I gladly relented which was not hard for me to do. The thought of being completely pampered by such an arduous guy was thrilling...
The following is a sequel to my entry in the Halloween story contest of 2007 submitted a year ago. The title was THE TABOOS OF TRANSYLVANIA. * He was so handsome and charming in his dinner jacket that night in August on his eighteenth birthday. Reginald has his mother's big brown eyes and his father's debonair strawberry blond looks. But he inherited his...
The sole of Will's gleaming patent dress shoes crunched on some discarded condom wrappers in the parking lot. The elegantly dressed young pre-law student checked the message he got from that daddy last night. This had to be it, right? The best and oldest cruising stop in the area? A run-down truck stop with a busted sign, dingy yellow lights, with one or two...
Last night was different. I don't feel well. That is to say that physically I feel fine, better than ever, but I'm disgusted and sick in my heart and mind. It's like I said before, when he's here and with me it all makes sense, but when he's gone I'm left wondering what I was thinking. Even as I sit here writing this, I can feel him inside of me, and the dou...
Helpful sons & wife help father find new social contacts. * On the morning of my 30th birthday, I ran through the hospital doors to the desk, found out Dad's room number, and rushed to him. He was sitting up in the bed, not looking too much the worse for wear, actually. I peppered him with worried questions, but he tut-tutted the whole thing. "Just bad st...
When I was asked to attend a stamp exhibition in Germany it wasn't the most exciting proposition. I was working for the Post Office in administration and they were having trouble finding volunteers. Anyway, I thought what the hell? It was a free trip to a country I'd never visited and I spoke a bit of German. So I went. Frankfurt, it was. In a big exhibitio...
Paul nervously paced around his living room. Months of chatting online had led to this moment. He was stepping out of his comfort zone and meeting Christopher for the first time. Paul had many admirers in the chat room he frequented. Men and women seemed to be drawn to him like a moth to a flame. That same charisma never seemed to translate to his real life....
"Tyler." He is holding out a hand. He is standing right in front of me. I had no idea he was going to stop where he did. There was this flash of beefy legs going from left to right, and then, well, he stopped. I slowly looked up from the book was reading. I always bring a book to the laundromat to pass the time...and to not look so lonely. For a split secon...
"I don't know what I want. A minute ago, I didn't want to speak...but I have. A few minutes before that, I didn't want to ever be in this form again, but I woke up in it. I didn't ever want to be more than a simple animal...Look at me!" He knew he sounded irritated and disgusted. "You look fine," De 'Vorga protested angrily. "Do I?" He moved his hand down...