"Oh yes, oh god yes." Aaron was panting hard under the touch of Jack's hand on his cock. His frat roommate, the guy who had brought him into the fraternity and who had volunteered to room with him his initiative semester here, was driving him wild. It was late in the night; they both had been studying, or at least Aaron had been. He was cramming for a big c...
"Hello? Is someone there?" Gabriel stood in front of the gate with a basket under his arm, clapping and shouting, but no one answered. In front of him, around thirty meters down a sloop, stood a wooden house with faded white paint, its size almost that of a cabin with a tall tree, almost double the height of the house, at the back, and its slide-up glass wi...
June, 1940, Blaye-et-Sainte-Luce, France Henri noticed how quiet the square was as he left the bakery shop with the piles of baguettes under his arm to be delivered around the village. Was this the day, he wondered. The Germans would enter the town to occupy it any day now. Their month-long movement was just about to reach the Bordeaux region, arriving in h...
This is a true story. It is the story of a young man who was sheltered, unsophisticated about the world and not sure of himself. He came to Memphis from the countryside of Arkansas with no real experiences. It is about me. Growing up, I knew no real want. My parents were gainfully employed and made good money. I was the middle of five kids and did not get mu...
On the plane ride to my "unique vacation"—at least that's what the brochure had promised--I thought of what had brought me here. Job stress is something we all face, but I was feeling it ran deeper. Life stress, pushing 35, seeing dreams passing me by, it all seemed to conspire to compel me to this impulsive, two week vacation that I wasn't even sure I would...
"By Roman custom, it is your privilege to ask me to undress and reveal myself to you in my natural state for your intimate thorough inspection." "That is not necessary, pretty one. As best I know among Britons we only have that right if we consider purchasing you. But you are to be a gift to us by the Celtic soldiering auxiliaries. All the same, we can see...
This story contains elements of non-consensual relations, and abuse. This story is a fantasy and should be taken as such. If you don't like my story, then don't read it, or better yet write your own. This is my first story and something I'm trying out. For those wishing to add nice comments, or HELPFUL critics they are always welcome. I Hope You Enjoy ---...
This story is loosely based on some real experiences I had in Western Australia in the period 1977 to 1981. I say 'loosely' because time has blurred my memory, but it's essentially all true though the chronology may be a bit out of order. In late 1977 I moved from rural North Queensland to Perth in Western Australia. Its a very isolated place, thousands of...
I sat in the corner of a coffee shop Saturday morning, watching the local news on my tablet, earbud in my ear, when a man walked up to me. He wore a bright smile and a beige pea coat with silver buttons, skinny jeans and ankle height navy blue suede boots with a grey, 3 inch wooden heel. His hair was shaved on one side and flipped over against his shoulder o...
I woke up in a coughing fit. Pete was swinging and singing as the sun poured into the room. I sat up, then hacked some more. I tried to suppress the fit, but it didn't work-- I woke Hec. "Hey," he said, "thought you were over that." "Probably the aftermath," I said. "Nothing serious. My throat's just scratchy." "Mmm, maybe I could itch it for you." "Mmm...