~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Part III - Deacon does his best to win his bet with Jax. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ I expected Deacon's bedroom to be some kind of sex dungeon. In fact, it was surprisingly normal. Nice, even. He kept his place tidie...
--- Darren Tyler got me good in the car. It had been a long time since I'd had anything. Too long. I had a little more willpower the next time we went out and kept him at bay. He whined like a little puppy, then he got a little rougher. There was a wolf in there. Three more nights in a row he tried to get his hand down my trousers and I denied him each tim...
[One Night in XXX Story Event] Larnaca, Cyprus Friday evening, 16 July 1982 Nabil was panting in anticipation, bent over on his belly on the yard wide and deep pillow-top rattan ottoman. Strong hands pinning his upper arms to the ottoman, Nabil was facing out over the small balcony and onto the European-style Larnaca esplanade, featuring a wide swath of o...
In a land far from here many years ago, there were but two classes of people. There were the owners and there were the owned. It was into this world that Jarrod was born. He was born owned. His parents, if you could call them that, were owned by Mistress Delschant. She was a famous breeder of slaves in her day and her slave sales were the most popular in th...
Sergeant Rick shouted at us from atop his Humvee: "YOU GUYS HAVE FORTY MINUTES UNTIL THIS ROAD IS LOUSY WITH TALIBAN – YOU BETTER GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE NOW!" In our six months in Afghanistan, we'd heard this warning several times. Georgie, our crew leader, had always been paranoid and frightened of being left behind without protection from the soldiers,...
Dear Readers, Everything is going according to plan. -Steve For a minute, I couldn't help but stare at him. Shock washed over me, intermixed with hurt, as if a needle full of misery had been injected into my veins. Whatever had been built last night was beginning to crumble all around us. It was like watching the 1871 burning of Chicago and being power...
With my sexual high dissolving, the reality hit me. The reality hit me hard. I'd just fucked Mark. I bloody fucked him. Fuck. That was not good, not good at all. Panic filled my veins. I needed to get out. I needed for the past hour to never have happened. How fucking crazy had I been to get into such a situation? I should have left the very mome...
Leo's POV: This was it, I fucked it up. Well, technically Darlene fucked it up, but whatever. What was the damn chance of an old college classmate working as a flight attendant on my ride to London? Why? How did she even end up here? She was in my English Didactics class! Sometimes I wonder if God punishes me just bacause I don't believe. Figures, al...
Making to head home, I pulled open the front door of the Cottage only to find someone standing right outside: a petite brunette, turned away from the door as if surveying the night. When I appeared, she jumped and span round. It was Samantha, my fellow deputy manager. What the fuck was she doing way out here? "DAVID!" she exclaimed and gave me a stinging s...
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This follows on from the 'Connor on Campus' series. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Darren stood in the bathroom. He could hear low voices from the room beyond, and the sound of mouths meeting, as Connor and Stan kissed and touched in their post-orgasm glow. It'd been months now, and whi...