*If you're just getting to this story for the first time, welcome... but please know you've arrived at chapter 3 of a series that makes more sense when read from the beginning. Also, please be warned- this story is geared to those who enjoy a SLOW BURN and mental kink as much as the physical. ----------------------------- Somehow, I dragged my sorry ass t...
'Word' / words enclosed by apostrophes = thoughts "Word"/ words enclosed by quotation marks = spoken words *** Though the scent of coffee stirs me, it's the plug getting shoved in my ass that actually jolts me awake. Sore all over on a bed that isn't mine, tangled in its sheets, there's dried cum on my face, back, and between my thighs but there he is, lo...
That whole night was pretty awkward. Pete was all over me on the sofa, alternating between having his arm around my shoulders and laying his head on my upper arm, lovingly, while the three of us watched a DVD movie. Ted and I kept shooting each other glances all night. He knew the only one I wanted to be curled up with on the couch with was him. And, for my...
The limo was where I expected it to be in the VIP parking lot of the airport serving the capital city of the forgettable southern state located between somewhere and somewhere else—for those of us from the West Coast, most of these states down in this region are forgettable. The Limo wasn't parked up at the well-lit side near the terminal but back toward th...
Adam stepped off the bus onto the concrete pavement. The bus roared to life and trundled off with a loud hiss of exhaust, leaving him alone under the hazy, yellow light of the street lamp. He crossed the street with his fists jammed into his coat pockets and trudged home. If a serene mind was a still, freshwater pond, then his was a storming, raging tempest...
My name is Mark, we'll just leave it there in the interest of discretion. Georgia is home, but California is where I live. Momma and Daddy live in a pretty little suburb East of downtown Atlanta. It's a good sized home and four of us kids was raised in that house. When my baby sister finally moved out, they decided to go ahead and stay there. After my...
Part 19. That Time You And Your Boss Got It On In A Hotel Room And It WASN'T A Daydream: Jason's Perspective The part of myself that had principles wanted to turn around and leave. I should have more self-respect than this. But, the part of me that had wanted him for more than seven years was in control. And that was the part of myself that ruled me when I...
Hey Guys! Here's another chapter of my new series. Thanks for all the great feedback on Chapter 1, I'm so happy it was well received. If you can't already tell, this one is a bit of a slow burn. These characters are still reacquainting themselves after all these years, so you know the build-up will be worth it. Let me know what you think- any and all feedbac...
The cot in the room behind the guard's room at Hollins Prison was narrow, but it fit young, below-average-height inmate Ricky and not as young, taller, and more muscular guard Tate. The proof of that was that Tate was managing to lie on top of Ricky without either of them being dumped to the floor. Ricky was panting, tongue flicking out of his mouth and grim...
It was the weekend after we got back from California. I was still reeling from the hot three-way we had with Jim's temporary girlfriend, Lydia. I was invited along to double team with Jim and fuck Lydia before she got married. The sex was amazing. Being this intimate with Jim while the three of us were naked was beyond anything I could ever imagined. Even th...