(Part One) I had known "Trick" (short for Patrick) since his third day. I was with Rob when he got the news that the water surrounding his second child, and first son, had broken, and I visited them all in the hospital 72 hours later. I babysat Trick and his older sister, "Sonny" (short for Jackson), regularly while he was a toddler. Trick was often in a C...
It had been a miserable morning that had steadily progressed into a wretched evening. Tate was already sporting a blooming bruise on his cheek where he had been violently struck down. He had since pressed himself in a far corner of the room and was desperately trying to remain unnoticed. He had hoped the princling would drink himself into unconsciousness, bu...
With the few customers taken care of, I picked up a rag and proceeded to wipe down the empty tables. I stepped out onto the sidewalk in front of the book store's coffee shop and wiped off the outside tables. Someone had left a newspaper on one of the tables. As I picked it up, the small headline at the bottom of the first page caught my eye: Local Reverend I...
Hello my lovely readers. I'm back with the sixth chapter of this story. I just hope it is interesting and you enjoy it. Feel free to drop comments about your views because they are my inspiration. I love you guys. Enjoy this chapter... **** Adrian came out of the bathroom toweling his hair. He had just come from having a quick morning shower before hitting...
PART 6 - PATRICK'S FINAL TERM AT RIGBY ***** CHAPTER 1 Patrick Ingram-Lewis, the Head Boy had just returned to Rigby School after the Easter holidays. It was the last time he would be returning to the school at which he had been a pupil since the age of thirteen. At the end of this, his final term, he would be leaving the place for ever to start the next...
This is the ninth story in my Oral Friends series. This story, like all my others, is pure fantasy. It comes from my perverted little brain almost too easily. I hope you enjoy it. Sorry it's been so long since my last submission. ********** Hi, my name is Phil. If you've been reading my other tales you know that my best friend, Rich, and I are 'friends wi...
"James, please pick your jacket up off the floor and put it in your bedroom, that's a good boy." The quiet words, spoken as much to not provoke an argument as to convey a request, came from my foster father, Randy Simmons, as he took a few careful steps over my prone body lying in front of the television watching cartoons. I had arrived home from school two...
Hello guys and welcome to this hot chapter of "destined hearts." I would like to thank you for your love and patience guys. I really appreciate it and I love you too. Don't forget to drop your comments, whether positive or negative. Feel the passion... *** Antonio raised his face to realize that everyone at the set was watching the two of them with lovely...
PART 1 1 Hi, he said. How r u? Normally, butchering English would've turned me off, but since he was on a phone, I could excuse it. Fine, I replied. You? I didn't expect an immediate response—or one at all, if I wanted to be honest with myself. It wasn't often guys sent me messages on apps like this, especially guys like him. His username was IceFire....
[Author's Notes: This story is dedicated to a co-worker. Chad, if you ever happen to read this (which I seriously doubt) and figure out that you're the one I'm writing about, please don't hate me for the fantasy and please continue to be friends with me. It's just a fantasy that will never be acted out in our very happy yet separate, monogamous, straight liv...