"Got a spare fiver?" "No." "Go on. Just a fiver. I'll make it worth your while." "No." "Please!" I had already walked on a couple of paces, but now I slowed and stopped. There was something about that "please". It wasn't what you might expect;- what I had heard before by young boys, and girls, of similar age, who, when they finally realise they are not...
Who knew taking your turn at washing the dishes could turn sexy? That's exactly how it started as Janet squirmed up close to me, wrapping her arms around me from behind and pressing her chest against my back. I might not have had hands on my back but I swore I could feel her stiff nipples poking me. "Hey baby?" she cooed, kissing the nape of my neck and se...
My wife and I had been invited to a friend's costume party in mid-June. It was a perfect night for an outdoor party. The air was warm, not too humid and the camp fires around the property kept the dampness and chill out of the air. There were people all over the place but the majority were centered around the pool and outdoor bar area. I had been talking wi...
Comments, critiques and tips are welcome. Hello lovely readers and welcome to yet another chapter of Unbroken. Before I go into writing I would love to thank you guys a lot for your love for my stories and for me as well. You guys are my inspiration and I love you a lot. I just hope you will find this chapter interesting. Don't forget to drop your comments...
Dear Readers, I sincerely hope that you enjoy reading this. It is truly a love story, so please hunker down and strap yourself in for some serious reading. For those of you who just like a quick romp, I'd like to apologize in advance and advise that maybe you try something new. It is always a joy for me to be able to express myself through my stories and an...
[For an earlier story in the NYPD vice detective Mike Kavanagh series, see "Inevitable Case."] Mike Kavanagh stood at the French balcony window of his "seen better times" hotel on Canal Street, looking at the festival parade units forming below him, and then beyond to the western edge of the French Quarter. He was lucky to have found a residence hotel this...
Reminiscences of a Grammar-School Boy By Jason Land These are the reminiscences of a working class, grammar school boy in the years immediately following the end of the Second World War in May 1945 in the industrial north of England. My name is Jonathan David Robertson and I was born in June 1936 so that in 1945 I was eleven years old. For those of my re...
What you're about to read: This is a work of historical fiction—recent history—inspired by actual accounts, so it's rather realistic though definitely fictional. The novel is built around themes I find erotic: captivity, sexual tension, male intimacy. However (disclaimer and spoiler), you won't find any full-blown sex here. This is the story of a queerly rom...
Chapter Eight I was promoted to Sergeant and there was a celebration at the Dragonfly with the guys from the barracks. Later I went to Toby's to celebrate. Toby looked like he wasn't feeling good. "What'll you have?" he asked rather quietly. I gave him a blank look. It was the first time he'd ever asked me what I wanted to drink. He knew. "The same,...
Chapter 30 The chair was so hard. I shifted and pulled my feet up under me, wrapping my arms around myself for warmth. Cold in here too. As soon as I'd gotten to the station in the back of the patrol car, they took me to this interrogation room and walked out. I'd been sitting here, alternately pacing and trying to get comfortable in the hard metal chair, f...