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...
Becoming a Cocksucker: A Journey Summary: Man's journey from straight & married to loving cock sucking Note 1: Although unorthodox, this is a 2017 Valentine's Day Contest. No it's not a love story between a man and a woman, a woman and a woman or even a man and a man... it's a love story of a man and the discovery of his love for cock. No hearts and fl...
I live in a very expensive condo in one of the most exclusive and prestigious buildings in town. Most of my neighbors are very wealthy retirees. They generally purchase their condo's with cash. I have a five-year plan where my condo will not only be paid off in full, but I will also have a net worth in seven-figures -- yes, you heard me right -- I am thirty...
All characters in this story are over the age of 18. ***** Kristy laughed along with the rest of the crowd packed into the sloping grassy knoll, which was located in front of the stage at the annual state fair with attendees spread out on blankets and chairs. Up on stage, a hypnotist was going through his hilarious routine with eight volunteers who were...
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...
The first time I saw Lester Hodges, the Midwest shopping mall developer and owner, was at the blood fights in Kampala, Uganda, in early November. He had invited his lawyer, Art Brandeis, out to attend the fights, and Art, one of my regular clients, had brought me along. Hodges was an ugly bear of a man, over six and a half feet tall, heavy to the point of o...
Zelion glared at the pages in the book in front of him, the words blurring together. He had been studying for three hours straight and he needed a large cup of coffee to keep him focused. He sighed and sat up straight. "Still at it, huh?" Hex walked up to him, sitting at the oak table that stretched across the entire library. "Yeah," he grumbled. "But I co...
My name is Jon Grossmann. Despite what you might think, I am not Jewish. At least, not ethnically. Maybe way back when someone in my family was, but no one in my family is anymore. Nope, just regular old uncertain European ancestry, like most North American white people. Anyways, not really trying to make this about race or anything, just making sure you wer...
Chapter 1 The sun sets on the flat, peaceful wadi of the Azawagh plain. There are no trees or mountains, hills or sand dunes in this part of the world, and navigation by day is ill-advised. The hot dry winds rolling over the beautiful flesh-colored sand flats cause my dark blue tent to billow lazily, carrying away the slender coils of smoke from my cooking...
I joined the agency two days after I graduated from college. I was heavily recruited for the position having been what my university called a scholar-athlete. What that meant was that I had very high grades in a rigorous academic program while participating in team sports. My 4.0 average in international studies with a minor in linguistics got me noticed by...