"So, when did you figure out that Jason Jenks himself was the serial killer?" I gave Hank a steady look. We were across the table from each other in an interview room down at Denver police headquarters. But neither one of us was being interviewed—we'd both just needed a more private place to say our good-byes. I was about to leave the building and find a ho...
When I stopped in at Starbucks on my lunch hour last week I had no idea what was going to happen. I was dawdling-it was a slow day at the office. No one seemed to care when I announced I was taking off half an hour early to go work out. I went through my sets quickly so there was time for coffee when I finished-not lunch, as I was determined not to let my...
Glen looked about. The storage hold on the starship was almost full of interlocked containers, and for a moment he panicked. He had to get into the crew quarters before they sucked the air out of there or he would be no more than pink sludge spread over the cargo. Not a nice thought. Fortunately the alarm alerting everyone to get ready for departure came o...
I've always been quite a passionate, loving, caring kind of partner but sometimes I like to spice things up a little but who doesn't? My boyfriend is a dance instructor so he needs to look after his body and take good care of it and always be in good shape. The style he teaches is ballroom but he also dabbles into the Latin side of things also this means he...
The sun felt good on Don's suit and tie. The breeze tussled his well trimmed hair which fell back into place thanks to his hair spray. Smelling the fresh cut grass and the blossomed flowers he pleasantly gazed about the well kept city square. Charismatically he smiled at other walkers whether dressed casual, or in business attire. City traffic noises were ca...
Hot in the City As spring turns into summer, my life starts to fall into a predictable routine of sorts - I see Ethan, we fuck like animals, I'm shocked and repentant, (though it must be said, I'm less and less repentant as time passes). I have a period of 'sobriety' where I'm able to live my normal life, (though in truth, I've started to notice that this s...
He stood up and smiled at me, cum dripping down his chin. My cum. His tongue flicked out and licked up what it could find. I couldn't help but look and smile at this guy with desire. I glanced down and could see that his cock was twitching in need of some more. He asked me for a fag and pulled up his trackies. We leant back against the tree and introduced...
I never expected prison to be like it was. Sure, I had heard all the stories about rape in prison, and the gay guys, but I never, ever believed it. I would always laugh, and punch them. But then, I got into real trouble. It was the day I took a chair and threw it, and it shattered, blinding a person by hitting him in the eyes. I got three weeks in prison and...
Please note: This is unofficially the first story in a series of stories about Slave and his meetings with Master. It was not a planned series, it just morphed into it. On to the story. The sub stood at the door, butterflies in his stomach. He has exchanged emails, and chatted and even talked a couple of times on the phone but now it was the moment of tru...
It was the merest glance, a glimmer of recognition on my part. And, I was sure, on his. Across a crowded bar, lively and raucous on a Friday night, bodies moving and writhing, our eyes met for a split second that seemed to last for minutes but must have been over in a flash. I'd been spotted. In a gay bar. By one of my dad's golf buddies. There was no dou...