Mark walked into the room and threw his tie and jacket onto the bed. He unbuttoned the tailored shirt and dropped the slacks to the floor. Getting home on Friday afternoon was always one of his favorite times. He could drop all of his office drag – the Brooks Brothers suits and shoes – and get ready for another weekend of fun. He enjoyed his job as the head...
It's a late Friday night and I'm feeling it bad, making the rounds with my pool cue, lookin' for a game and some possible action. The local place, Lefty's is about half full but not too jumping. No one at the table. Well, hell If you ain't got no one to play with, you might as well play with yourself. I move to the table and rack for a solitary game of 8-ba...
"Whatdya say now?, Neal chuckles, "ready to go fishin?" "Right this minute?" Neal chuckled, "Well, no, not until morning." a "Really?" "If you want." "Can we catch really big fish?" "How big?" "Well, I've caught a forty-two inch northern. That's long, but not heavy. " "Well a forty two-inch ocean fish is gonna be a whole lot heavier, at least what w...
Chapter 1 Rick Watson walked into the bar and looked around. He had no idea what had possessed him to come here. All he knew is it was his birthday and he wanted an adventure. Of course in his 21 years, he had never imagined he would spend his birthday in a gay bar. Rick realized he was gay a couple of years ago, when he accidentally walked in on his fathe...
"Oh, my God!" Trace could barely contain himself, whistling at the leggy blonde strutting off the stage and toward their group. "She's fucking fine! I'll see you boys later!" He held out a couple bills, and the obviously enhanced stripper sauntered over to him, grinding her purple thong-clad pelvis against his knee as she took the money he proffered with her...
Author's note: Contains non-consensual/reluctant sex / femdom / BSDM / bondage. Please note, I understand that in the BDSM community consent is paramount, and that is not accurately reflected here in some scenes. Which is, in fact, the whole point. * * * 7.49 a.m. What kind of a time was that to a university student? 7.49 a.m. wasn't supposed to exist for...
Tonight, I find that I can say those words and give voice to the feelings I have harbored so long. Once nascent, they now feel resolute enough within my chest to convey in words to the object of my desire. I know, I know. These sound like bathetic pining, all over-the-top and adolescent. I'm no simpleton; at least, I don't consider myself so. In coming here...
Whew. Sorry I took so long. So I took advice from all your comments and I hope you like this chapter. I know I loved writing it :D. So, as usual, I really need your thoughts, so drop them in the comments section. Even if they're negative. Especially if they're negative. And don't forget to rate too. Love you guys. Enjoy. ***** Ryen hated being among people...
RICHARD: These guards stood before me, seriousness written across their face. I was so shocked with the news they just told me. The rage and hatred I had for Sir Socoshian subsided as I tried to make sense of this craziness. "You're," I gulped, "Lutna Clan?" "I am..." He said back, "We're your Guard now. You're all that is left! Sir Socoshian will not...
Flyboys Pete swung into the gym with a big grin on his face. "Fleet's in and I've already talked with Javier. His ship will be in early, on Thursday. Says he can get a three-day shore pass. Time for a special weekend." "I'm game," Todd answered, but he was looking up at the man spotting him on the bench press and asked, "How about you, Dan?" "Every weeken...