Sweat poured over my thin blond brows, stinging my eyes. I strained, veins bulging along my arms and throat. My breath huffed, hot. I thrust with my legs and felt the burn of my tired buttox round and release. I cried out like a gull, "ah!" The chunk of granite I had dragged across the yard arced over the briar hedge. There was a loud crack as it pounded int...
*So, onto chapter four, and something a little different both to appeal to the more rainbow oriented in my audience, and those just curious to try it out, as well as stretching out my own homosexually creative muscle. Enjoy!* ***** Usually, foxes aren't wanted on the farm because of the fact they take a liking to the taste of the animals. In this world how...
The text message was short and to the point. Bridget wanted him to be with her tonight. It sounded like a fun time, but Zack already had other plans. His text message was also short and concise. He wrote that he had other plans for tonight. He issued an apology in the same text message, though he reassured Bridget that the two of them would get together agai...
It was hot and humid the summer between my junior and senior year in college when I took an extra credit, independent study class to make up for credit I lost when I transferred. I didn't attend a traditional class. Instead, my professor and I agreed on a topic that I would write a paper about and we met every two weeks for lunch and to discuss my progress a...
WHAT A DIFFERENCE THREE WEEKS CAN MAKE PRELUDE Cliff woke up to the pitter patter of rain hitting the tent. He rubbed his eyes and rolled to one side to see if his camp mates were awake. He looked over at Cory and Lee who were not only awake but were fucking slowly. Their two-man sleeping bag was open and their naked bodies ground slowly together. They wer...
Author's Note: Bourbon Street might look a little different now than when I last visited New Orleans and lived elements of this story out as an undergrad, but the two gay bars I spent the night crossing between are apparently still there. Almost all of the action will be in the second chapter. Dakota felt his relationship with Trent fraying more with every...
Jason wasn't having a good day. His crappy job in an office didn't get him enough money to pay his bills and he decided that day that he couldn't live like this. He had a huge row with his boss getting him fired and now he regretted everything. Jason thought that with the remainder of his funds, he would get wasted at a club to forget all his sorrows and re...
DISCLAIMER: I am rewriting this story because I have now learned to use "link chapters". The other story was a mess, and now I'll be able to organize everything and keep writing. UPDATE: now we will have arts to represent certain scenes! Like this: (To clarify, I'm just taking art already made and drawing our protagonist over it and making some ch...
*10 days later* Dr. John Redmond took his place in front of the awaiting crowd. Sorting his papers, he gazed into the audience of cameras and microphones, the media ready to catch his every word and move. Never before had he been requested to do this. "Good afternoon, I am Dr. Johnathan Redmond of St. Rita's Medical Centre. I will be speaking to you tod...
I wasn't sure I wanted to go to Randy's party. On the one hand, it's the last days of the winter break, and I had only just gotten back into town from seeing my family over the holidays - it would have been nice to take this Saturday night off and get things in order before class starts up on Monday. Professor Hensley has already sent us an email with an adv...