Chapter Five: Interlude One His story complete, and Michael snoozing in a deep, exhausted sleep in his arms, Abazar ran the tip of a finger around the young man's nipples, first one and then the other. Michael sighed and trembled in Abazar's arms, but he didn't awake. Slowly Abazar ran a hand down the marble-smooth skin of the young man's chest and belly an...
An Apocryphal Tale for Oestara by Sadie Rose Bermingham "When we first began to write the Rayne Wylde vampire stories we had a little joke that Jabez Everman had been hanging around at some of the principal political hotspots of history. There was some little quip about him selling miniature crosses at the Crucifixion, which was in very poor taste, I know!...
For several days in the Tripoli harbor fortress prison cell, Billy and Adam were unchained to crouch on the floor to eat two mean meals a day and to go to a small, outside walled enclosure near the cell to piss, defecate, and stretch their legs. Drinking water was brought to them periodically throughout the day, mostly by the men who arrived to fuck them. A...
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Originally submitted elsewhere as Yoko Hiko. *** 1 Enticing. So utterly enticing, the scent of flesh. Though it had been many centuries since he had caught the scent on his petrified nose, the demon of desire knew the scent much too well. How long he waited to revel in the scent of flesh on flesh, human sin. Oh yes, how he couldn't wait. Asmodaios, stuc...
"Ah, another late riser. A man after my own heart." The voice was deep and melodious. I was sitting across a table on the terrace from the pasha, who was finishing up his coffee when one of those mincing little manservants had guided me out onto the terrace. He looked as magnificent in the morning sunlight as he had the previous night, fucking Jared in his b...
This is my first erotic story I've done, so I am sorry for any errors. Please give me feedback, just don't be too harsh please lol. Tell me what you think and ideas are always welcome. * Apollo was devastated, Hyacinthus was dead! He cradled Hyacinthus' cooling body in his strong arms, tears running down his face landing on Hyacinthus' beautiful and peace...
2 - Azarias *** I blinked my eyes, finding myself in a gigantic bed, the sheets a large pool of deep red satin. This definitely was NOT my bed. In fact, I don't believe I've ever seen a bed so large. What is it, double king? As I felt something wet on my neck and a hand on my abdomen, I tensed up. Another almost molestation; great. This ass hole was going...
He had his dick inside me a half hour after we'd met. Jorgen was that good, he was. It also was like I was fucking myself. Almost a mirror image, which was no less surprising because he was Scandinavian and I'm an American—never knowing before then that my ancestry might have been Scandinavian too. Granted I'd entered the beach bar in Brindisi, Italy, to ge...
Chapter Three: The Darkest Hour When Michael came to, he was still being carried by the hands of more than one ruffian. The dulling of the sensitivity to his eyes told him that they had entered a darkened area—cool, and damp. The contrast with the dry heat of the Cairo streets, even at night, seemed incongruous to him unless, of course, they were somewhere...