I went out running one night during finals week, the stress from lack of sleep had begun to get to me. Running always helped calm my mind, and give me a much needed burst of energy. I ran along my usual route, down the river road for a ways, then passed the music school and around the hill by the science museum. I stopped to catch my breath around some statu...
He didn't even let me close the door. As soon as I'd entered the room, he was there pushing me against ugly wallpaper. A large, warm hand grabbed my chin, tilting my face upwards as its partner cupped the nape of my neck. A line of fire burned down my spine as his right hand slid until he clutched my ass and lifted me. I wasn't even given a second to recover...
A few hours later I wake up with my mind less foggy from the hangover. I still feel distraught from the last 24 hours and how things feel like they have spun out of control. Luckily Jeff's couch was as comfortable as a couch could be. No "Seinfeld" bar hitting me in the back all night or anything like that. My mind is still reeling though for sure. I gather...
You wake up with a start as the car makes a sharp turn and your head bangs against the window. You rub your head as you look out the window. The town you were in when you drifted off to sleep has been replaced with large trees of different varieties. Looking around the vehicle, you notice everyone is pretty zoned out. Neil is passed out beside you, his head...
This is, of course, a work of fiction, including a fictitious disease. This story may describe disturbing images of the victims of that disease so I thought I'd just give a heads up. Enjoy, please rate and comment. * The not too distant future... Two pinpoint beams of light shown up through a helmet and illuminated a pair of brilliant green eyes. The bro...
This never happened, nor will it. Ever. Names and locations changed. *** It's been years since I graduated from tech school and now I live alone in the city. I think back to my time in school and inevitably I remember Professor Geladas and that night we had together. There was just something about men like him and Fred Vargas who were superior to me intel...
I rolled back over and surveyed the body stretched out beside me. He was lying on his back, panting slightly, his legs still spread and knees bent. The pillow not yet out from underneath the small of his back. He gave me a wan smile, wrapped a hand around my neck, and drew me in for a kiss, barely giving me time to take the joint from my mouth that I had tur...
Chapter Eight - (Not) So Honest Neither of them was talking, seemingly too trapped into observing the other. Heathcliff knew he was supposed to be the initiator, with Aidan being so guarded and almost on the point of running out the door. "When you say you lack experience," he said softly, as he raised his hands to cup Aidan's face, "how much lack of exper...
Disclaimer: Welcome to my world! As always, here comes the disclaimer. You just can't live without those, can you? My stories are almost always fantasy based, (vampires and werewolves and angels, Oh my!) and this one is no different. This story holds strong BDSM themes as well as Slavery, polyamoury and romance. Mind you, my depiction of Slavery is *not* rea...
There was a long silence then John softly asked, "What do you want me to do?" Billy thought his heart would burst with happiness. He pushed his boxers down and off his legs. "Sweetie, get on your knees between my legs...I want to cum in that pretty mouth of yours!" The blood drained from the younger boy's face. "B-Billy please, it's one thing to use my...