Note: This is part 2 of 4. Any similarities to real people or events are unintentional and coincidental. * * * * * * I spent the weekend hiding in my bed. I couldn't face leaving the house in case I was recognised, and I didn't want to see any more newspapers. I still couldn't believe that Ben had thought we could get back together after he hit me, or that...
"How was it for you. Martin, I am so relieved that at last you have had the courage to come out.!" I was still shy to let John know my leanings, me always having believed he was straight, but since I discovered he had my leanings we were that much closer. "It was good, John was the best, he knew just how nervous I was too, but he was the perfect teacher" "T...
This will be the list of Characters given for this story. Every character show will represent a different set of people and a different lifestyle. Somethings I feel will be heart breaking while others will be triumphant. However, in this world it will be hard to be anything you want in the years of Feudalism. You are told to be what you are and nothing more....
Thomas and Niko in the City of Trees - Chapter 19 — I really hate being hungover at work. Trust me, I'll avoid it at almost any cost. And yet here I am, propped against the edge of the serving window in a beat-up pair of sunglasses, sipping water, doing all I can to fight off these waves of nausea...so I guess that's just some bullshit life throws at you f...
Author's note: This is erotic fantasy and completely fictional. The main character, Jack, is a fictional, generic social media star / influencer, and is not a real person. As always, would love to get feedback in comments and messages. ***** Jack wakes up naked in bed, being spooned by his master, in his Airbnb in LA. Recent events still kind of feel like...
"He was an old man who fished alone in a skiff . . ." The rich, resonating, calming baritone of the La Lectura began to weave Ernest Hemingway's The Old Man and the Sea for us for perhaps the hundredth time, as we Torcedores settled once more into the rhythm of preparing our bunches of tobacco leaves perfectly for the press. We could not have done our deman...
Alphonse, the Comte du Toulouse, nearly knocked Luc down as he clattered down the front steps of the chateau in Villebourbon across the Pont Vieux bridge from the city of Montauban. Luc broke his fall by bracing himself on the ornately framed painting he had just carried out of the chateau to load into one of four wagons pulled up to the front entrance, each...
Chapter One-Friendship It was the first day of class at school the most prestigious dance school in the country and we were all nervous. After studying dance at college for 3 years I knew this was the entry point into major dance companies and I was ready for the challenge. The one year finishing course at Declan School of Dance was rated as the most diffic...
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It was a mistake to have come to Central Virginia, but not, I think a mistake to have stayed. Stuart had seemed so right when we found ourselves in New York as we both were completing our English doctorates at Colombia, but in the four months between when he had taken a position in the English department at the University of Virginia in Charlottesville and w...