My name is Pete, and I'm going to tell you a story. Now, It might be long, but I like to think its a good one. The thing about most good stories though, is that you rarely know when when ones begun, until you're already in too deep. Chapters have unfolded, and you feel like you've almost reached the end. If you're lucky, you start to realize what it was al...
Over two years, huh? They've flown by right? What can I say, everything happened at once and my time to write evaporated into thin air. I don't really know why I'm continuing with this, I'm going to keep going with my original plan for the story. I can't say there'll be regular updates or even when the next one will be. But for anyone who cares, here's the n...
-All characters mentioned are 18 years or older. There are no minors in a bathhouse. No animals, homeless, or aliens from outer space were injured in the writing of this story. This story is currently being considered for a Hollywood film, it is anticipated that guests at award events will have a choice of vegan meals, peanut butter sandwiches, or pepperoni...
Chapter Seventeen - A Twist Of Fate Ruslan looked around, trying hard to look pious. Apparently, he wasn't the only one who was trying to do that. Francis Davenport might have had more enemies than friends attending his funeral, people who wanted to make sure, just like Johnny, that the defunct was dead without one shadow of a doubt, and would soon be six f...
"Prince Rupert," I said, rising from my seat at the outdoor patio of the American Bagel and Coffee Company Café. I hadn't seen him approach with his coffee in one hand and a bagel on a plate in the other. I'd been watching a young man enter Vaduz's Kunstmuseum square, look around, and then indirectly move toward where I was sitting. I wasn't at the café by a...
This is a copyrighted work of fiction by the author seeker71. All rights reserved Thank you to my beta readers. Deja it was incredibly kind of you to be my second pair of eyes on this. I have no editor, so as usual all mistakes are mine. I know the wait was insane, but for now life has returned to manageable chaos. I try to respond to all correspondence, sa...
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...
Randy moves ahead with plans to upend his life. Kent joins him and more mysterious happenings ensue. And some sex, sex ensues as well. I mean it is supposed to be an erotic story. Thanks, as always to LarryInSeattle. I hope you enjoy. ====== If Kent's idea had been for me to get a good night's sleep and then send me on my way home in the morning fully re...
Chapter 97: Light In The Dark "Where Am I?" Adam mumbles as he finds himself on a dark floor. He grunts as he feels weird, light, a little dizzy. "Where... Where was... Where am I?" Pushing his hands onto the solid surface, he slowly gets to his knees, before sitting gradually back on his heels. His tired eyes look around. He is in a dark grey void. There...
Kijus: The golden skinned man continued to sit at the receptionist desk. He didn't seem happy to have someone turning into the brothels. He continued to write, and sort through papers, growing more upset the further he went along. He paused before reaching for a pair of glasses. They were circular glasses, that added more symmetry to this already gorgeous,...