Henri Bragger looked around the seminar room at the World Bank symposium in Washington, D.C., giving a nod here and a little smile there. He was among old friends—or at least long-time colleagues. His own Swiss bank, the Banca Privata Reichstein, was one of the most reputable—and safest—banking institutions throughout the world. And he had been with the bank...
"Where are we going?" "To the summerhouse." "Summerhouse? Why?" "You'll see when we get there." "You're being very mysterious." He links his arm with mine and rests his head on my shoulder as we walk. I shake my arm free and wrap it around him, pulling him close to me. It is a beautiful day, the sun is shining, on its way down and there is a cool breeze...
Reader alert: this is not an erotic story I am conflicted about publishing this story. I do not mean, in any way, to trivialize the horrors a man like Julius would have dealt with. The idea came to me when I was half asleep, on a plane coming home from a meeting. I tried several times to tell it from Tom's point of view but I couldn't make it work. I am a...
You know all the usual stuff, don't read if it's illegal or you don't like sex or sex between two males offends you. All characters are purely fictional, and any likeness is coincidence. Joshua Glynn reserves all rights to this story, the characters, and the world they live in. Edited by Kumani _____________________________ Night Eternal Prologue: A Thief...
Paulo was sweating when he placed the listening piece of the telephone back in its cradle. He mopped his brow and loosened the cravat that now seemed to be choking him. He rose and moved to the window wall of his office that looked down into the assembly line factory floor where his firm, what very soon would be his firm, made the sleekest of horseless carri...
Momma, please. I won't talk back anymore. Let me out of the closet, Momma. Or turn on a light. You know how scared I am of the dark. Don't leave me here in the dark, Momma. Please. Please Momma. Momma? Momma? * * * * Brandon leaned over the low, padded cubicle wall and winked at Colleen and told her she was looking mighty fine today. Then, as he turned and...
It was the eleventy-eleventh day of the year, the last day of April or the first of May, depending upon whether one used the archaic or the runic measurement of days. But irrespective of which calendar system was complied with, Frilbo Bobbit and his three chums were relishing the benefit of the Spring sunshine. And such a glorious vernal day it was too! The...
Edited By: Another Wannabe All characters engaging in sexual acts are over the age of 18. ~*~*~*~ Romulus was in his wolf form, looking up at the full moon. He couldn't help but to feel the pain of a great loss. This might very well be the last time he was ever in the security of his own home. He didn't regret going out and meeting Julian, but knowing th...
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. As fiction, the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be un...
I was suffering a lot from depression since the bout of a drug obsession and all the time, I was being falsely advised to keep on taking Ecstasy and I would feel on top- of the world, but of course when I ran out of money and could not afford anymore I was really in the doldrums and next to suicide. It was like a guardian Angel turned up out of nowhere in t...