Acknowledgements: Warm thanks to habu for giving me a firm hand and warm encouragement. I was so stunned I don't think I said anything. Him kicking me out without even attempting to get off with me was the last thing I'd expected given how easily I'd succumbed to his seduction—if you can even call it that—and that, added to my embarrassment at coming so q...
"Hi, PJ." I looked up from my corporate provided Blackberry to see my little sister walking up. She pushed the handle of her rolling carry-on suitcase in and plopped down in the seat next to me. "Hi, Jen," I said. "You heard from Mom and Dad?" "Yeah, I just got off the phone with mom. They should be here any minute." I sighed. It was Monday morning and...
Ding-Dong! Ding-Dong! What the heck? I thought. My mind was fuzzy as the doorbell rang. I heard someone open the door followed by some muffled voices. I heard and felt feet on the stairs as someone came down towards my room. Knock! Knock! "Alex are you awake?" my mother called. "Your friend Thomas is here to see you." "Thanks," I heard Thomas say on the...
Chapter One: Mile-High Club I had thought that no one could see us when Kwame pulled me into his body and kissed me behind a column at the San Francisco airport departure lounge, but then I saw the built black dude sitting almost alone in a bank of chairs in the adjacent departure lounge. He was staring directly at us. Coming out of the kiss, I buried my fa...
Alright, so more of a filler, folks, I had fun writing this. So for those who are sick of looking at this story: If you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all! Don't ask me to end this series!! That is very hurtful when you guys ask me to stop Aquata Cove. Also, as for my grammar flaws, namely my problem mixing up my past/present tenses, I'm so...
This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially. ***** Unlikely Angel The buck grimaced as he sprawled...
Some chapters don't end, they just get published. And so it is here. If I can keep the characters dancing to my tune, this story will end soon. It's a big if. Prize is acting up again and pulling things away from the big plan. I gave up trying to quiet him. He has a story to tell, and if he doesn't get it out, he haunts me. Sandi Afterwards and Before...
It was very late and I found myself rushing to get to theatre before curtain time. I didn't have a ticket but I was sure I would be able to get a single at the box office. The outer lobby was extremely crowded, but I made my way to the window and said to the lady, "A single for this evening, please." I don't recall her asking me whether I wanted a cheaper s...
The following is an expanded version of a story I wrote five years ago. In that story I sought to capture some of the intense closeness some men can feel for other men, a closeness borne out of shared experiences and common struggles that can often leave friends as close as brothers. I came back to this story because I really liked its message that nothing i...
"God, he was big. Christ, he was huge. Fuck, he was punishing me." The mantra kept running through my mind. And I wasn't just talking about Jomata Nyoni's height, breadth, and belly. I'd been told that he was called the Man Splitter in Uganda when he was working his evil as one of Idi Amin's enforcers, but that was about his work with an ax. Nobody had told...