Todd crawled back to his corner while I went over to mine. "You need a break?" I asked. He shook his head and said he was fine. He asked how I was and I said I was having the "best time" and didn't want to wait any longer to see who the better man was. He smirked cockily and said, "We both know that will be me!" I smirked at him and said, "then ring the...
"You're doing it again." Terry sits back against the wall and ignores my glare, or at least pretends to. Our table is in the corner of the bar and his stool is wedged into the corner so he'll have a place to lean when he passes out, which he always does. He takes a sip of his drink and pretends not to look at me. "I'm fine." "Tell that to your palm."...
Thanks to everybody that's read or commented on Opposites Attract or is following this little story so far - you help encourage me to keep going with it in part. Apologies also for this me taking a few days to get to the next part. CHAPTER FIVE KOEN Koen was running. He was enjoying the feel of his own power and that of his wolf as they ran through the tr...
Hello everyone! Here is Part 4, the ending of Fighting for Love! But, the beginning of something else! This ends with an HFN ending. HFN stands for Happy for Now. Logan and Liam and a few other familiar faces will be back! (More at the end of the story) I hope you enjoy! L. Darling ****** "Lucas?" Mr. Piers whispered. The shock was clear in his eyes he...
"You called for me, Velaku?" Mishtar was a strong warrior, his form slim like all bird Carthera but with long, lean muscles cording his body and magnificent black and brown wings held proudly behind him. He was the epitome of our warriors, a Carthera most worthy of respect. He had risen through the ranks quickly after he mated and became the leader for the...
I stood there, in front of the still-wet painting. It gripped me, pulled me in, made me tingle, feel on edge. I wanted it; I wanted to be it. I wasn't it yet. The painting was of me, but it somehow was more alive, more aroused, nearer the pinnacle. I could see it everywhere, mostly in the eyes, I thought. They were so alive, so satisfied and . . . completed....
Ethan My life hasn't been easy. I've always been afraid. Of everything. Afraid to take a risk. Afraid of relationships and of failure. And God did I fail. I admit it. I didn't fail to save those people. Yet. I remembered my dad told me "real men don't cry". Maybe I'm not a real man after all. Have you ever felt so empty, so broken that no matter if you wa...
This is a true accounting and the start of many, many more to come. I still don't remember how or why I knew what to do. I had been drinking big time and, on my way home, got the urge to pull over. Why did I know the spot? Why did I know that the sidewalk along Van Cortland park on Broadway was a place for men to meet? I must have heard it and stored it. I...
My name is Atlas. I like freaks. You know, the people with funky haircuts, pale skin, piercings galore, and tattoos to boot. I've always been attracted to that type of person, so I became one. I dyed my hair black, shaved off all my body hair (eyebrows included), got some piercings... that sort of thing. Ever since the "transformation" I no longer feel shy....
Hot cum splatted in my face, in my eyes, filling my mouth and I gagged on it even as another huge spurt hit me. I could feel myself blushing with shame though no one in the audience could see it because my cheeks were covered with hot wet man cum. I could smell it, musky, pungent with a bitter sweet taste. My own cock was fully erect in my shorts, had been s...