Vince stumbled out of bed, feeling as if he had barely went to sleep before the incessant screech of his alarm startled him awake. "Three A.M. is an ungodly hour to wake up at." He grumbled into the early morning darkness. He tossed back the covers and stumbled out of bed and to the bathroom. He let out a sigh of relief when his bladder released, sending a...
As Brad walked down the streets of the Interracial Love section with Kevin, he noticed a black man frozen in place. "Kevin, why is that man not moving?" "Oh, that's what happens when an Author pulls a George R.R. Martin and doesn't update his or her stories in a while." Kevin pointed left. "That way leads to the Anal section. The Maxwell version of 'This W...
The bath has been drawn in expectation of our requirements and we all sink gratefully into the hot water, allowing the stickiness of our previous lovemaking to soak from our bodies. The bath is big enough for Bridge to float on his back looking up at the ceiling. "It looks like the sky," he says dreamily, as if he is still half asleep. "What looks like the...
Ok, Badru thought, pulling away from the slave to catch a breath. He really had to stop kissing this man. And this was just kissing. He had long since dumped that wine skin and just pressed up himself against the still chained up slave. How long had he been doing this? An hour? He hoped not. He still had to hide the slave... "Damn!" He cried, face palming h...
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This story is dedicated to all the real Super Heroes of our time - The Service men and women of our Armed Forces and First Responders. This story is a work of pure 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 l...
I was in the island for two days. Through one of my contacts I had arranged for a resident to show me around and a guy in his early 20s called Mussad (not his real name of course) was the dude who took up the job. Upon arrival in the island in the morning Mussad offered to let me sleep in his room 'because it will save me the money' but just to be nice I o...
It was later in the evening before anything truly interesting happened. For the most part we spent our day in Yasu's chambers getting to know each other. When asked he said that his hobby was reading and writing, it was very admirable of him. I told him that I enjoyed moving so I practiced the art of sword play, but I also made custom oils when I needed to r...
Leaving the library, I didn't feel that tired even after that intense fuck session. Deciding that I needed some fresh air, I headed to the football stadium. Climbing up the bleachers, I sat down and watched the final ten minutes of band practice. The brass section was so fucking loud that I didn't notice someone sitting behind me until they tapped my should...