Author's Note: Hello, again readers! I am terribly sorry that I have been away for so long. Between my health and daily life, I haven't had any time to write. I still do not have an editor but at this point, I think it is safe to say I stopped looking. I have done my best to correct any mistakes. Since the beginning of this story started in 2017 and it's no...
It had snowed the week before Thanksgiving in Watertown, New York. The burg with an unimaginative name, which matched its basic cultural footprint, was a small town west of Fort Drum and nearly on the shore of Lake Ontario, just to the west of the town, and about as far north in the United States you could get without spilling over into Canada. That, in itse...
© Sadie Rose Bermingham 2008 The usual terms and conditions apply. This is My Underwear. Don't steal it. Don't wear it. Don't post it to your website without my permission. You can sniff at it if you must but when I catch you, you WILL be severely punished! Enjoy... xxx Sadie. * Kevan did not ring at all the next day. He did not call around to the flat a...
Hello my wonderful and faithful readers! The moment someone of you have been waiting on for years has finally come! The next installment of Field of Bloom's: Revelation. Now if you are new to the series I'd like to extend a very warm welcome. My stories take on a more realistic point of view rather than the typical happy go lucky ones that are all over the p...
May, 1979, Key West, Florida I stopped at the fireplace and stared into it briefly. This is where he burned them, thinking he'd wiped that part of his life out, not knowing that I had copies. I set the duffel bag down and sank into the sofa facing the fireplace. We had fucked on this sofa countless times, but the only time I had seen a fire going in the fir...
The first half of this chapter is Adrian's narrative, mostly with Dan. The second half has Laura visiting Adrian as the first part of his reward -- anyone not at all interested in her perspective or in heterosexual activity could skip to chapter 6. _____________ In the office, Izzy is manfully trying not to ask how my date went last night. Eventually I...
A Month in the Heart of the Country It was that time of your life when you've just left school, finished your exams, reached the legal drinking age and feel like you can do anything and be anybody. I was eighteen years old, skinny, bookish, shy with girls, a bit lonely, constantly horny. I was inhibited, to the point that after physical education in school...
I had to admit it - Chris was right. The zoo had been fun. I hadn't been to one since I was in elementary school, and definitely didn't remember having half as much fun then as I had with Chris; then again, as a six-year-old, I was probably too busy eating dirt or something. The time passed by easily with Chris. He knew his way around the park, and freel...
Author's Note: As promised, a longer story in time to give you all something to read over the holiday (given that it posts in a timely manner). This season, I am thankful that I did not lose my eyesight. I also give thanks to all of my readers, and a whole heaping of thanks to Nelle1022 for beta reading, editing, and providing much appreciated input. ****...
THE INGRAM-LEWIS CHRONICLES OLIVER'S FIRST SCHOOL DAYS A Homoerotic Short Story By Jason Land This is the first of a series of, stand-alone, short stories set in the early part of the twentieth century, concerning the life and times of members of an English upper class family, the Ingram-Lewis's. ***** The cane was tapping gently across a splendid pa...