Saturday I slept most of the day recovering from my night with Bandit. My throat was raw from all the deep throating I had done. I got out of bed and grabbed a beer to cool my throat. It felt really good as the cold beer slid down my throat. I checked my stash and saw the ½ a kilo, the deering, and the spoon as well as my weed and rolling papers. I smiled....
A foreshadowing that summer again would follow spring descended on my neighborhood in the form of a minor heat wave one early May evening. We'd had a particularly cold winter and early spring, and thus when the sun had brought us an unusually early warm day, we opened the windows on the bedroom level, giving the house its first breath of fresh air in over th...
MIAMI PT 8: AN UNEXPECTED OLD FRIEND Miami and I had been together now for almost 2 years. I saw us as a couple, as did all the people who knew us, though it was not a stated fact on his part. To him, I would never be anything more than his bitch, or his whore, to be used as he saw fit. It actually made him a little angry if I even suggested that he was gay...
Chapter 3: Baby Boy I awoke just after dawn, and it took me a moment to realize where I was. I was naked, and slightly hung over, and I was sore! The memories of the night before came rushing back to me, and I thought it was no wonder my ass was throbbing dully, after what had happened. I turned my head and saw Miami asleep next to me, sleeping the sleep of...
In well funded, well organised prison systems, inmates are able to earn privileges by working in routine jobs such as cleaners, painters and other maintenance. In some institutions these can lead to vocational qualifications. Work in a prison such as this sometimes brings a small income, a hierarchical system other than that decided by the threat of physica...
My motorcycle was finally possible to ride, including its fresh inspection, and the tempting pull of the bathhouse led me, after a run of unsuccessful chores, to stop by. But it being 2:35pm, it was still closed - weekends are not the same as weekdays, making my hopes crumble in the face of reality. However, in the general area I had seen a new adult bookst...
Dear Figaro, I have resigned myself to the fact that my life is a rollercoaster, I tried to fight it, but it's taking too much of a toll on my mental health, I will be much happier if I just roll with the punches. It feels like I am living a movie, everyone seems to have secrets or hidden agendas, I plan on just writing and working and focusing on myself....
For me, a typical Friday and Saturday night was grabbing a case of beer, smoking up some bud, and getting into all sorts of trouble. I'm your typical good ole country boy. I moved out my parent's house as soon as that diploma hit my hand. I share a trailer with my girl now. She's always ragging on me to do better. I work hard enough at my eight to five down...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** Chapter 1 Alex Why do people not realize that at 5 minutes before the restaurant closes, that the employees are just trying to finish the cleaning so they can go home? Almost every night this week, some asshole ordered right before close. I loaded the pizza into an insul...
Millstone - ONE - (Hanging the Chimney Hook) All Rights Reserved © 2020, Rick Heathen This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental...