This is the fourth part of my first story. I hope you have read the previous parts to understand how I have got to where I am now. As usual I welcome any comments or suggestions. Still unsure what is the right category!! I'm assuming Gay Male but could be BDSM. ***** It's now four weeks since my life changed, still debating whether for the better or not....
Cursed Gift 2: Taken copyright 2008 Patricia Osmundsen Author's Note: If you haven't read Cursed Gift, you might want to, before you read this. This is a sequel, after all, and rather than recap events and explanations, I've simply carried on from the first story. If you did read Cursed Gift ... well, I edited it, added a scene or two, and a bit mor...
Oral Friends Six—Out of Town Adventure Due to a lack of other ideas at the moment I've decided to explore something I introduced in my last story, Rich's submissive desires. I hope you enjoy this story. ********** My friend, Rich, and I had explored his submissive fantasy the other day and we'd both found the experience very exciting. Rich had confessed t...
Three-hundred dollars? How can I possibly afford three-hundred dollars for new tires? I'd have to stay home for a month eating ramen noodles and drink nothing but water just to pay for new tires. I should have stayed in school, I said to myself. I would have had my degree by now, but no, I needed my independence—I had to move out of my parents' house and i...
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I would like to take a minute and put LaRascasse on a pedestal and praise him for his outstanding contribution to my work. I cannot thank him enough for helping me with my terrible grammar. And, as always, to Oldnakeddad for really polishing these stories and making them shine. True miracle workers. (All characters are over 18 and this is a work of fiction...
Hi All! Thanks for the great response and encouraging feedback. This chapter entails my journey of the most blissful and eventful night of my life!! It took me little longer to publish this as it was a lot harder than I thought to pen down my emotions. Pseudonyms used to protect privacy. Both characters above the age of 18 years. ________________________...
Content warning: this story contains moderately intense BDSM themes. +++++ I'm a schedule-oriented kind of person. I just don't feel comfortable unless I have a list of things to do in my head in the mornings. For the last five months the routine has been the same during the week. At 5:00 AM, I'll wake up, eat breakfast, and head over to my local gym...
I woke up the next day still feeling the butterflies from his kiss. God, I wanted him. I wanted him bad. Such a deadly mix of sweet, innocent, hot and humble. I just couldn't see how a man like him served in the army. As a captain most of all. He was just so... sweet. And hot. And I was hopelessly falling for a man whose only man on man experience was kissin...
I stood in front of Evan's house, watching as my Uber ride zoomed down the driveway, getting smaller as he disappeared. Diverting my attention to my watch, I noted that it was only half past six, meaning that I was still thirty minutes early. Mr. Trevorrow and I had traded messages the last couple of days, filling me in on all the details that I needed to...