Aneurin Morgan gave a low growl of displeasure as he arrived to embark on the all-inclusive two-week cruise on the beautiful ship. His displeasure was not directed at the boat, the cruise or being the recipient of such a prestigious gift from his notably ancient and eminent firm of solicitors. The cruise was a reward for the successful conclusion of a partic...
Yorkshire, England, Late Summer, 1890 I felt the sting on my thigh and looked up to see that William had ridden up beside me and struck at me with his riding crop. I turned and twisted in the saddle and when he struck me again it was on the chest. Laughing, I gave my own horse the lash and its head and we were riding over the pastureland of Falconcroft, the...
Part two of what looks like will be five or six total posted here. This story was originally written as a serial on my blog, and I've compressed numerous chapters into this particular installment. While you read it, please keep in mind that it was originally meant to be read either in bite-sized chunks or in one fell swoop, but with over 90k words I couldn't...
Part Three of what looks like will be five or six total posted here. This story was originally written as a serial on my blog, and I've compressed numerous chapters into each particular installment. While you read it, please keep in mind that it was originally meant to be read either in bite-sized chunks or in one fell swoop, but with over 90k words I couldn...
Legal Notice: The following story contains descriptions of graphic sexual acts. The story is a work of fiction but has some basis in reality. © The author retains copyright to this story. Placing this story on a website or reproducing this story for distribution without the author's permission is a violation of that copyright. Chapter 1. The ship rolled...
Simon Clore, the senior partner of Clore & Son, where I worked as an accountant, passed by me frequently during the evening office party, lightly touching me intimately each time, leaving no doubt what he wanted from me. He had me in such a vice. Not only did my livelihood depend on keeping him satisfied with me, but also he was married to my second cousin,...
When I entered the apartment I was surprised to find it so quiet. I assumed I would find Kyle home and half thought he would be taking advantage of a free afternoon to be fucking Dante. I called out thinking they might be in his bedroom. When I got no answer I decided to check to see if one or both of them were asleep. Kyle's bed was made which probably mean...
Finally, Part 6! This is the final part of the story, and a lot shorter than the others, but to be fair, it was only one post on my blog, while the others were all four or five. Here comes your sweet resolution, people. Savor it This will make a lot more sense if you've read the other parts, but you should still get a kick out of it either way. Please rate...
Chapter 56: Starting Back On As the men mumbled incoherent lyrics after God knows how long they've been singing, the water began to stir lazily around the three smaller boats. One of the men, skinny with wiry hair breaks his tired gaze from the boat's creaky floor to see the glimmer of a pearly sheen. A shorter, less groomed man also spots the graceful loom...
Young Billy landed in Charleston, South Carolina, by ship, at his uncle's own wharf, Brown's wharf, at the Cooper River foot of Queen Street. He was surprised to find that it was a lot warmer in Charleston in late October than it was in Massachusetts. And after coming from the more staid Boston, he was also taken with the frivolity he found here; it was the...