Chapter 10: Now that's a touchdown As I continue my exploits across the country I can't help but smile when I think about what happened in New Mexico. It was 8 years ago, yet I can still remember it as if it was yesterday. It had been a long trip and I just wanted a couple of days to just unwind and relax. I looked up a friend of mine that I visited freque...
Just a quick hook up tale that I hope you find interesting. All the characters are over 18. As usual I want to thank LarryInSeattle for his editing assistance. Helpful comments are always appreciated. Enjoy. ***** I stood at the urinal, pretending to take a leak, for a minute or so. Anyone paying attention would have realized I wasn't actually pissing...
Author's Note -- This was the second scene I wrote for Efrain and Cory -- back when I was just writing short narratives because I couldn't get anything done because a certain shower scene kept playing in my head. Cory's character has remained mostly the same, but Efrain's character has become too possessive and Indie's character too cold for this to actually...
Chapter Eight Dorian led the way down the spiral stairwell, looking back occasionally to see if Jordan was still with him. It was a long descent, and the light from the flashlight lit only a small circle before them. He hadn't been down here in what felt like ages, and perhaps it really had been ages. He had known that walking into the chapel would trigger...
Here is the final chapter in Daniels journey of becoming a slave. Warning, this chapter depicts rape and may not be to every one's liking. I hope you have all enjoyed reading this story as I have had writing it. I will be writing more in the future so please do keep checking back. *** It's friday and I haven't heard from Sir all week, I hate it when I don'...
I enter the darken room. A light shines down, the lone bright spot in the room. I head straight to it like always. Illuminated by the light is a black leather chair and a small table with all the things I need. I don't see him, but I know he's there. He's always there, in the dark, waiting for my arrival. This has been going on for some time, this little gam...
A couple of weeks after I had blown Bradley on my bed, I received a text from him. He said that our new doors for the deck had arrived, and he wanted to know when to plan the installation. I had seen Bradley twice since I had played between his legs and received that lovely salty parting gift for my efforts there. There was no awkwardness between us, which I...
It was just last week you sent me a message on the online dating site, after you checked my page. None of the primitive obscenities I get every so often, from those poor freaks who vanish once you try to meet them. Plain, honest, straightforward. I liked your profile and your pics instantly. The Skype interview I gave you confirmed my good impression. Wholes...
The name on the awning of the taverna struck me and brought up memories so rapidly and fully that I wasn't completely aware of the guitar music wafting up in my brain. If I had been I wouldn't have climbed the two terrazzo steps to the terrace level of the Tree of Idleness restaurant and sat at a table under a spreading olive tree. Even then, though, I knew...
"You must be Mr. Markham. I'm afraid you're almost too late," the elderly lady said at the cottage door in the sparsely populated outskirts of Lelystad, itself on the outskirts of Amsterdam. "And there will be no chance of getting material for your article, I'm sorry to say. Perhaps you might as well have the taxi wait." "I'm sorry, should I not bother to c...