Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sexual situations. Most of the mounted escort riders gathered around their leader were watching the small band of infidels, led by Hugh d'Ibelin, as they rode out of the gate of the stronghold of Belvoir and moved to meet the forces of the Saracens and their allies on the hilltop overl...
"Here we are again with our favorite American sub porn star, Brady Boyd. Say hello to your fans out there, Brady." The voice behind the camera at the foot of the bed was a low, sensuous one, speaking in English, with an accent—slightly English English but something else as well. I, of course, knew that Costas was Cypriot and that we were in the studio in his...
This is a true story about my second meet up with the other person involved in the story. He is a personal trainer that I initially met through Craigslist when I first turned 18. We got together then but due to my inexperience, it happened to be an average experience, not terrible but not amazing. We kept in contact afterwards and communicated quite regularl...
Although right to be proud, Tony wasn't a champion in either the length or girth department, so I managed to go down on him to the hilt and rise to the rim of his bulb and go down on him again in rapid succession in a reverse cowboy, which he seemed to appreciate a lot. My revolve move had him moaning. He was flat on his back on his bed in his balcony cabin,...
Author's note: I have enjoyed writing this story and want to thank all readers who have voted or commented on the previous chapters. The story is pure fantasy and the characters are all fictitious. I apologize for the delay in completing the final chapter. At the end of the previous chapter James and Carl had just been married and looking forward to a honeym...
"I don't think you'll find it that easy. I think . . . oh, here they are." Randy broke off his sentence and went into a pose at the semicircular banquette seat in the dimly lit hotel bar. He'd drawn attention to the entrance of the bar, where three men were standing, about to enter. I knew one of them, of course—Angelo, my pimp. He was Randy's and my pimp t...
The sun was still low in the eastern sky when I stole in the gate from the parking apron into the back garden. I stealthily—and painfully—mounted the outside stairs to the garage flat, hoping that Ergon hadn't come back in the night after I'd left him in my bed. If he had, he wasn't here now. I was in the kitchen, applying cold compresses to my shoulders, t...
"So, do they have classes in lighthouses here?" I looked up from where I was scanning the brochure for a lighthouse off the coast at the mouth of Plymouth Bay where one could vacation for a night or more. But I had photos and layouts of other lighthouses surrounding me at the library table, as well. He looked vaguely familiar, like I'd seen him around the c...
Your girlfriend treated you like shit. Always in charge, always aloof, always flirting with other guys in front of you, rubbing your face in it. Even your roommate, she flirted with him. You dated for two months and she only gave it up once. She was drunk that night she screwed you. She told herself you would never get lucky with her again. It was such a dis...
Authored by Thomas Stevenson and Southern Suitor. ***** "Are those new shoes?" It was the man Tommy always noticed at the bus stop. The one who always had his tie in an immaculate double windsor, a gleaming fist of silk around his neck, sharp lapels and waistcoat, crisp French cuffs and cufflinks with gleaming patent leather shoes like angular black mirror...