Chris knew it could have been worse. His roommate could have been messier, louder, more rude. The kinds of things his friends all complained about. Instead, he complained about Tyler. Tyler, who walked around in his underwear with the window wide open so everyone could see. Tyler, who stared at him while he got dressed and made comments. Who kicked Chris out...
I have read lots of stories about werewolves in the last few weeks, and I found most of them to be lacking something. Don't get me wrong, I loved most of them and gave 5 stars, but I'm not a fan of instant romance, or instant soul-mating on that behalf. So, as a form of protest I came up with my own story and tried to dodge the instant happiness in favor of...
Chapter 85: Mercy Is For The Weak "And what is it do you think you are doing?" "..." Merrick paused, still looking up at the mid-noon sky, "I am doing nothing as I shall be." "You were not about to blaspheme the Sea Mother in MY presence. Not in YOUR lifetime." "And if I was?" "Do not take that attitude with me. And I am addressing you, you will face me...
My Cycling Holiday to the Outer Hebrides Yes! Five o'clock on Friday at last. I finished work and quickly cycled home. I was going on my holidays in the morning to the Outer Hebrides. A long train journey, a cycle run and then catch the ferry to North Uist. My plan was to cycle right down the islands and catch the ferry back to the mainland from South Uist....
Song references are to Rum, Thunderbird, by Tom Robinson. _______________________________________________________ She's gone. I flex my right hand, and vow to change the sheets in the morning. Tomorrow, Dan'll be in my bed, and not going home. That's a bit more than a hobby. Still, seeing Laura in a month, having at that lush curvy arse that she's made...
In the months following my first meeting with Archer, Charles and I fell into our old routine, only with snow on the ground there was no lawn to mow and I started my new job of shoveling snow and deicing his sidewalk and those of his neighbors. Being that this was not a weekly event our private excursions into his hot tub, bedroom or garage were less frequen...
It had been almost a full year since the gang bang at Frank's house. I could still taste their cocks in my mouth and when I was alone in the bathroom or bedroom, I could hear the sounds of their balls slapping my ass and their boisterous laughter as they all took turns fucking me. I did what I could to erase the memory but in spite of the trauma and emotion...
Dusk was upon me as I pulled into the campground and set up my tent. I had made an early start from back East, changed planes, then drove a hundred miles north and a few thousand feet higher to reach the park. I was wiped out but I had promised myself I would keep my brand new sleeping bag clean for my girlfriend joining me this weekend: no spooge stains on...
Surprises In the months following my first meeting with Archer, Charles and I fell into our old routine, only with snow on the ground there was no lawn to mow and I started my new job of shoveling snow and deicing his sidewalk and those of his neighbors. Being that this was not a weekly event our private excursions into his hot tub, bedroom or garage were l...
by K. Nitsua. Newly revised version copyright 2014 by the author. AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the fifth and, so far, final "Steelman Tale." Readers will once again recognize characters from past stories in this series, though, like "Class Reunion," this is not a sequel. DISCLAIMER: Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental. * Fro...