Chapter 56: Starting Back On As the men mumbled incoherent lyrics after God knows how long they've been singing, the water began to stir lazily around the three smaller boats. One of the men, skinny with wiry hair breaks his tired gaze from the boat's creaky floor to see the glimmer of a pearly sheen. A shorter, less groomed man also spots the graceful loom...
Paul glanced at the hotel. This says Hilton... but it looks different than the photos. He wore his usual attire after work. A tight navy suit that hugged his body tightly. He was well-groomed with a nice stubble and blue eyes, his hair combed back with some hair gel. This was his first night from a work trip and his first time in this town in general. Needle...
He looked around the dark parking lot nervously and smiled when he was sure we were alone. The sound of his zipper echoed inside my head as he reached into his pants and fished out his cock. It was still just semi-erect but already long and thick with a bulbous purple head that glistened with a sheen of precum. I could feel my mouth water with anticipation....
Alicia and I had been enjoying a quiet evening at home in our apartment when there was a knock at the door. We live in a secure building so we assumed it was one of our neighbors. She answered the door and four well built men pushed their way into the apartment. We were led to the bedroom and that's when their intentions became clear. "Get on your knees bit...
Another night of his wife's avoidance left James passed out drunk on the living room couch with the television news channel playing repeats of the prime time broadcast. He tried his best not to think about What's-His-Name, with those piercing dark eyes staring straight into every insecurity he had spent his adult life hiding behind a blur of drugs and alcoho...
"You're going to have to try harder than that." I clench my fists. For the tenth time, I draw my shoulder blades together and arch my back. I lift my face up to his. I can feel his hot breath on my face, but I can't reach his lips. "Dammit!" I groan. The kiss is out of my reach. My head hits the mattress with a disappointing thump. "Giving up already?"...
I have to piss but am afraid. I am afraid of what will happen if I take the last gulp from my beer, stand up and quietly walk past the assortment of Chantilly laced and leathered men to the restroom. Call me dull-witted, naïve or just distracted but, yes, here I sit in what appears to be a... a gay bar. Yeah, yeah, I guess it's my own fault. Perhaps I was a...
According to today's "accurate report", he was frequently banging Jessica. At least that is what the headline would have people believe. Not bothering to read the damn thing, he threw it across the room as his temper got the better of him. He hated Blake. But he couldn't seem to get any dirt on him. Politics was dirty and Jacob never had a problem getting di...
Goddamnit. I can't sleep. Every time I close my eyes, I hear screaming and bombs going off. Instead of sitting on the ratty secondhand couch in my trashy apartment, I'm transported back to Iraq. Back to sleeping curled around my M16. Back to breathing in sand and hot dry air all day long. Back to that day. Before I get into that, I should give you some bac...
DADDY, THE DEVIL, AND ME: OPENING "Do it." He whispered into Drake's ear. Drake had found himself. Kneeling before his son. Looking up at him. Staring into his eyes. He couldn't tell if it was a look of terror, or total submission. "Give into it," whispered the voice again, "This was meant to happen." Drake could feel all rational thought leaving him. The...