"Bad luck" should have been his middle name, or tattooed on his ass if this day were any indication. His head hurt, but the pain in his side was probably worse. Oliver's ribs felt broken, but he knew from experience that they were only bruised. Didn't stop it from hurting like a suma'bitch though. Shit, freaking walking proved to be a task. In fact, i...
I sat cross-legged on the floor of my room, folding and unfolding the tired piece of paper, my eyes skimming the carefully constructed words, the black ink smudging my fingers. I already knew what it said, the reading was just a comforting habit at this point. These were the last words he gave me, and I was beginning to realize that these were the last words...
Once again Fred the head gardener at the large old English mansion house coaxed me into his office. As he was my immediate boss I was in the awkward position. If in any way I upset him my job was on the line if indeed I did not keep to his high gardening standards. If that had been the only requirement I could cope well but the other one was a lot more inv...
Comments, critiques and tips are welcome. Hello lovely readers and welcome to yet another chapter of Unbroken. Before I go into writing I would love to thank you guys a lot for your love for my stories and for me as well. You guys are my inspiration and I love you a lot. I just hope you will find this chapter interesting. Don't forget to drop your comments...
This is a true story, as told to me by a friend. I'm a New York cab driver. Yeah, yeah, I know. But it's a living. Yeah, I've been held up. Twice. But life goes on, right? Boring. Or at least until that fare opened the door and climbed into my cab. Brown skin, black hair. Hispanic, right? In New York, probably Puerto Rican. But his eyes. God! Blue, aston...
Dillon threw himself towards Jamie, taking them both to the ground as glass showered the room. Mitch wasted no time following suit. Dillon tensed as he heard another shot being fired at almost the same instant, this one different in pitch. Worse though, was the silence that came afterwards. He looked to Jamie. “Are you all right?” “I’m not hurt, just pisse...
David lay on the dishevelled bed exhausted and still sweating after his recent sexual encounter with a man called Raymond. His hole was leaking semen onto the bed sheets. The sheets also gave off the aroma of anal mucus. This did not perturb David as he was deep in thought about the man he had served. He thought there was room for improvement in his sexual i...
Hi Guys! Sorry it took me so long to post this chapter. Life still goes on and mine has been very chaotic lately. I've also been focusing on editing, since it's my weakest link. I tried to keep the personalities of Dex and Mitch intact and as realistic as possible. This chapter involves the National Federation and the men who work for them. And word to the w...
Hey guys, Here are two short additions to the story, and I hope this will temporary satisfy the wait. Please comment and suggest how this story should continue on. I have ideas, but I was to see other perspectives as well. Don't forget to vote! Your support is my only source of motivation to continue on with this story! echoi1995 Chapter 2.2 The Explanati...
As I drove home, my asshole had stopped hurting, but burned like someone was still shoving a red hot poker in and out of it. My ass cheeks were separated by what felt like a golf ball between them. I couldn't believe Jim had taken me like that. Thank god it was the weekend, I needed the time to try to get my ass back in shape. Saturday morning, still feelin...