Due to the numerous emails I have received in regards to continuing this story, I thought it best to do another one so here it is. I hope you like it and thank you again to everyone for their kind words of encouragement. * "What a wonderful world..." He sings happily. I pounce on him as he enters the room, making him drop his bags whilst I devour his pre...
Gosh, has it really been eight months since I last posted. Oops Sorry. I guess you'll need a catch-up as much as I did. So here's the story so far. Ben, when desperate for a little extra cash, discovered that there was good money to be made running in races as a 'ponyboy'. Despite being assured that the worst he would be subjected to would be a 'certain amo...
A quiet young man sat in Cabin Three Fourteen of Railway 909 - a famous passenger train that traveled throughout the large war torn country of Espada. After Pazuzu's Meteor had catastrophically smashed into the Earth in 2015, many people took that opportunity to rekindle the flames of war and hate. People rioted and rebelled. Governments collapsed. Senseless...
I've always been wild...the wild one in my family, at school...I regularly got grounded, got called out...got pulled back. Maybe it was just timing but I learned a valuable lesson my 12th summer...at church. My family is religious. One sunny Sunday at church, I couldn't sit still. The fidgets and squirms were constant. My mom hand me in her grip. I saw birds...
The horror I feel is indescribable. The words ooze from him like pestilent slugs; dripping from lips that are cracked and broken. Each one is more deadly than the last, telling a story of pain and depravation so deep and so painful that I can hardly bear to hear it. But I must. If it is so hard to hear how much more difficult must it have been to live? I gr...
*And here is chapter four! I just want to quickly announce that my nude day submission will be out in just a few short weeks, so keep your eyes peeled for 'The Goats'. As for the question in the last chapter, I am half finished with my new story, 'File 66: The Aftermath' Stay tuned ^_^ All characters are 18+* I felt dead on my feet by the time I got...
[[Be forewarned, this is not a straight-to-smut story. I myself prefer plot-driven stories, so that's what I write. Any and all comments welcome ^_^ and yes I know the title sucks, my creativity dies when confronted with story names]] * "I hate that son of a bitch." Marshall ground out, glaring at the tall, dark-haired man two desks over. His back slumped...
Loving every comment, they make me squeal with joy! MyLadyInChains; Thank you for your broad support of my work, every comment has made me smile. I don't have works elsewhere, I'm a once site kind of gal. I've only recently started writing stories because my fiance doesn't like it when I make stories with other people on forums. Boo! So hopefully there will...
I left Simon’s house in a mixture of shock, remorse, and despair. I made it about two blocks before the images of his scars and the nightmare flashes of him lying on the gym floor, covered in blood, had me on my knees, retching. I had thought it was just a nightmare, brought on by my guilt over not being able to accept that I was gay. I thought the nightmare...
Sorry for the delay again! Keep the feedback coming -- good or bad and I almost always write back to anyone who sends me feedback - eventually. Don't forget, these are based on my real experiences. We have a lot of catching up to do... * The rest of the afternoon continued on in a very hot fashion. I took turns sucking their dicks and letting them fuck m...