Adam holds the die in his hands, shaking them repeatedly as he closes his eyes. "C'mon, baby, gimme a five," he begs before tossing them on the board. He looks distraught, and I just laugh at the snake eye's he just rolled. "Are you fucking kidding?" "Maybe this just isn't your game," I tease, scooping up the dice to take my turn. "This is rigged," he sugg...
JULIO: June, Heaven and I stood before Alistair, the man utterly livid. He paced around the garage, looking at the security feeds. He was upset for a very good reason! A militant group from the west had come during the early morning, investigating the deactivated manticores scattered around the city. This military group wore sandy grey cloaks and had an in...
[This is a completed, three-chapter novella, which will complete posting by 20 December 2017.] ***** I had waited patiently through three watered-down drinks in the downstairs club on Chelsea's 22nd Street, waiting for him to come out to dance the pole. I had glimpsed him coming out to do his number the last time I'd been in the bar. But it had been late a...
Here we are again, my lovely readers. Thank you so much for making it this far with me. I hope my story is entertaining and you are enjoying it. I am really looking forward to more votes and I hope you will love this chapter. Keep the comments coming? Enjoy.......... ****** Marcos had been waiting for Ramon and he was getting impatient. Eduardo had told hi...
CHAPTER EIGHT – IN THROUGH THE OUT-DOOR © Sadie Rose Bermingham & Bellora Quinn 2008/9 Congratulations to all you lovely people who have managed to read thus far, and to those of you who harangue us on a weekly basis for the conclusion of this story, here at least is an increment bringing you a step closer to the final denouement. But sincer...
When the war ended and we were all shipped home, I wound up disembarking in New York. By that time I was pretty much aware that I wouldn't be going home to the farm town in Nebraska that I'd been drafted out of. I can't say that the war changed me, what it did was just make me more me. At home I'd spent nights praying for god to change me, after 4 years of s...
PREFACE: The following is, in the most part, based on a true story of how a young man was changed from an innocent youth into a cock-loving slut in one of the most dreaded prisons at that time. Those readers who have been an inmate in the old prison at Raiford, Florida might possibly identify with some of the characters in this story and will easily agree ho...
Comments, critiques and tips are welcome. Miguel Powers aka Wild Flower aka Iron Rose. Hello guys and welcome to this hot chapter of "Iron Rose." I would like to thank you for your love and patience guys. I really appreciate it and I love you too. Don't forget to drop your comments, whether positive or negative. Now, dive into a tale that has got us all h...
This little story has been kicking around in my demented skull for a while. I hope you enjoy. Other than the usual gay male practices, there's just a hint of non-consent. Oh, and my apologies to the Moody Blues; same title, certainly not the same theme...or maybe it is... ...and thank you once again, Miss B! ________________________________ Did you ever...