December 2009 James I'm idly browsing online one evening, surfing for something - anything - interesting, when an article from a gay gossip column catches my eye. At first I think I'm imagining it, but no matter how I squint at the screen, the words don't change. Simon Vermeulen, last seen crashing spectacularly at the Spanish Vuelta (a 3,000km cycling ra...
Scott Clark hated his whiteness. He wasn't able to articulate it exactly in that way; he claimed to be coming to terms with his submissive nature and his overwhelming desire to serve the Black race. Had he been a bit more self-aware, a bit more introspective, he could have accurately described his self-hatred as stemming from his inherent need to feel superi...
All characters are over 18. ***** FRIDAY NIGHT "So, who won that challenge?" Anton asked Dylan. The challenge was simple. Anton, a very out gay man, had boasted of a recent conquest in which he made a nominally straight man shoot his load six times in one evening. The audience for Anton's story was his straight friend, Dylan. The younger man scoffed at A...
Chapter 1: The Beginning Pelaam, August 2007. Wyl trudged wearily through the driving rain. The chill he had been suffering had definitely taken a turn for the worse. He stopped as he coughed harshly, tears springing to his eyes in its aftermath. He panted, feeling cold and sore and light-headed. He really couldn't afford to take time off from the evening...
When Samuel got the text from his girlfriend Angelica he could tell that she was freaked out. She was at a downtown loft that she had rented out for the day for a photo-set assignment. She'd been hired on by a magazine she often did smaller pieces for, on this time for something a bit more grand. Angelica Quaid was just coming up in the adult erotica magaz...
II: Cowboys and Tuxedos. Disclaimer. The following story, is a work of fiction. The characters portrayed within are a work of fiction as well, and any resemblance to any person, living or dead is a coincidence and unintentional. Copyright 1998. This story is the property of the author, Canadian Cowboy (formerly known as Animal360). Any duplication, in wh...
~One~ The white, ethereal mare ran at break neck speed along the wide cobbled road that led to the elf city, hidden from the prying eyes of the world by powerful enchantments. It almost seemed to take flight for a few moments as it passed over the crest of a small stone bridge that arched over the flowing crystal clear waters of a small creek that no one ha...