Daniel had walked a good three miles southwest on Highway 411 out of Maryville, Tennessee, southeast of Knoxville, before he decided to try what he'd been told was surefire success in getting him a hitch. He wanted to get as far away from Knoxville as fast as he could. Every time he saw a white Ford 150 truck, he nearly dove into the bushes at the side of th...
One evening during the late summer I was checking my personal e-mail when I opened a note from my friend Jon, a workout buddy and fellow worker in the technology sales and service industry. Jon began by saying that about the only time we had seen each other since last spring was when one of us was arriving and checking into a hotel as the other was checking...
23 May 1890 Southampton Docks, England Joanna, My Love: How I miss you, even after only three days since having been by your side—and more. And especially I regret not letting you come to see me off on my journey of establishing our future. My traveling companion, the Heyward Company representative, David Paxton, is spending our last evening in port with...
Stefan almost had me that warm afternoon in the summer pavilion of the Eisler country house in the Vienna Woods. We had played two sets of tennis, stripped down to our shorts in the unusual August heat on the mountainside above Vienna, and I knew by the way he looked at me that he wanted me. And, truth be told, I think I wanted him as well. I'd always had th...
(This is a repost of the chapters I've previously posted. I misspelled Yorick's surname, how I managed to do that I have no idea. It was a terrible mistake that I needed to correct or be shamed forever. The good news, Is that chapters 1 and 2 are now one entity. The bad news is that Chapter 3 will be posted as soon as I find time. I'm still editing it like...
Catherine Van Noord and her husband spent thirty minutes groping, using and violating my naked body, although it seemed much more like thirty hours. By the time they were done with me, I felt utterly used up, limp, submissive and emotionally exhausted. Mrs. Van Noord had vigorously raped my ass with an oversized PVC cock, making my anus feel chafed and abu...
"UNDERWEAR..." An interlude [This tale is set some eighteen years after Rayne Wylde becomes a Vampire. By this time he is living in Manchester (my neck of the woods - no pun intended!) and a brush with psychotic northern Vamps has led to his relationship with Kevan, a half-Irish detective sargeant with the Manchester Met Police. The story also reintroduce...
It was still dark when I was woken from my sleep, feeling Darren's movement in the bed. Spooning me now, my eyes opened groggily in the morning darkness but I could feel it there first touching my back then with his moving, I could feel it even more, moving into the cleft of my ass, just sitting there, resting, Darren's hard cock, I could feel it with him pr...
I did bear guilt. They kept telling me I shouldn't feel any, but I couldn't get out from underneath it and I couldn't tell anyone why. The loving had been intense and among the best we'd ever had, provided the most satisfying release I can remember us as having. But it had also ended in sobs. That should have given me a clue, because it wasn't joyous. It had...
Sandra had been doing a crossword puzzle as we waited for the visiting author from New Zealand to arrive at our Chelsea apartment. "You're the prose man. What's a word for 'inconstant'?" she asked, stretching her long legs, in the turquoise pedal pushers, down the length of the white sofa. The tunic she wore over them, showing her cleavage almost all the wa...