Jamie sat with Dillon in the sheriff’s office, waiting as patiently as he could manage while Brandon chugged down a gallon of coffee. When he realized they were both watching him, Brandon looked up with an apologetic grin. “Sorry about that. I was up all night trying to wrap up this case.” “I know. Nate called me.” Dillon gave Jamie a hesitant glance befor...
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"Is that the last of it?" Carey asked, as Ethan set the box down. "Yep. I didn't have much, and that's all I wanted," he said, staring at their new house. Since he had started his therapy, he had gotten a job. It paid well, and wasn't too hard. Carey was looking, but he still had a hard time being outside for that long. But he had been making good progress....
I woke around four to take a piss. The pipes were bang, bang, banging our song. Most of the alcohol was out of me, my head pounded from my New Year's over indulgence with every clang of the pipes. I opened the medicine cabinet and popped a couple of aspirin into my mouth and cupped water from my hand to wash them down. I closed the medicine cabinet and blood...
Chris was amazingly tight. His channel that I now hammered into in irregular intervals gripped so profoundly. When I caught him unawares by bucking hard, all the muscles on his lean back flexed in unison. I watch his back as it shuddered with tiny little waves that were mesmerizing. I could hear insatiable moans escape his mouth as he buried his face into th...
The weekend dawned bright and warm that Saturday morning in September. The large tree whose branches reached my third-floor window was swaying lightly in the autumn breeze, casting a flickering orange glow across my room. I was vaguely aware of a dull throbbing sensation at the back of my head; a remnant of last night's incautious drinking. My head was stil...
*Right now I just need to do a huge disclaimer for my story. Now I KNOW that this is a fiction website, and I KNOW that ninety percent of the stories have many inaccuracies in them, and I KNOW that I probably shouldn't care so much, but I do. I know very little personally about the Nipmuc tribe, the identity that I chose for the setting of this novella. Man...
Clint, Danny, and a small team of police officers stood dockside at the foot of Christopher Street and stared morosely at the empty boat slip. The Larnaka Star had sailed during the night. Danny had insisted that Clint spend the night with him—and in his bed—and once they'd gotten into work they'd spent the better part of the morning obtaining a search warra...
My reaction in the steamroom to his finger touching my ass was pure sluttiness, moving my hips to encourage further explorations. I'd already been involved in a delightful threesome, then sucked by a couple of men. Including one who tried, at least twice, to have my slick rod enter his ass - after I'd already played with his naked cock as another man fucked...