[I don't want to hear sad songs anymore, I only want to hear love songs I found my heart up in this place tonight Don't want to sing mad songs anymore, Only want to sing your song 'Cause your song's got me feeling like I'm in love -Rita Ora] [By Emri] +++ "This will let anyone know to whom you belong," Mr. Hamad told me as he opened a file on his desk...
[These are chapters 1 and 2 of four postings in eight chapters, to complete posting by the end of March 2020.] Chapter One: Welcome to the Gulf, Chris Carter The combination of knock-out pills, which didn't completely work, and liquor, on the run from Frankfurt to the Arabian Peninsula would have had me staggering off the plane onto the tarmac even if the...
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...+{Kasper's Den}+... Part 11 -[By Emri & Xelos]- "We have a guest coming tonight," Mr. Hamad said as I sat down by his side at the breakfast table. He sipped his coffee while reading something in Arabic on his tablet. He looked so handsome in a blue suit with a white dress shirt and blue, silk tie. He must have had an important day of meetings. "More...
"You're not trying, boy, struggle Lincoln, fight for yourself. You need to learn to defend yourself," He had his lips against my ear, encouraging me and occasionally pulling at my earlobes with his thick, Arab lips. It didn't feel sexual, more like adding humiliation of a man taking another by force. He was playing with me. "Against who, sir? The only one...
Authors note: Sorry folks, was a bit delayed with this chapter... Lost the ranch that Aza and I called home for 25+ years. The court forced his family to "allow" me to keep our original "hobby farm" and a good portion of the breeding stock. It is the house where we first lived as a real couple. It was always part of our retirement plan. I miss my "Oz" so m...
Thank you to those who sent comments. :) +{Lincoln's Pride}+ Part 5 "So you remember everything from the file I gave you about my family? You studied well, little cub?" Mr. Hamad asked as the black Mercedes glided down a narrow highway across the desert floor towards a series of sparkling white towers. "I think so, sir. You have four older brothers but...
Thanks everyone for sticking it out this far. Last chapter. ***** Emerson & the Lion +{Part 10}+ Something about anxiety makes me intensely hungry for Ali's cock. That's probably not the best reaction in an emergency situation. Where most would run from a burning building or take shelter under a table during an earthquake, I would look around desperatel...
Ali had sent me home with a trusted friend whom I did not know. He seemed nice enough and I sat between him and his cub, a tall, pale, brown-haired boy a few years older than me. We raced home though I couldn't see much through the dark windows. Dr. Hamad was waiting for me when the SUV pulled up to the front of Ali's family home. The lion in charge of tak...
I didn't manage to get out of bed and stumble to the shower until after noon the next day. When I struggled down to the terrace facing the pyramids, I found that a place had been laid at a table under an umbrella and a small berry-brown servant was standing at attention there as if everything had been awaiting my arrival. Within minutes a full breakfast meal...