My great grandfather built a cabin on a small lake for he and his new bride. It was an actual log cabin, complete with pot bellied stove and stone fireplace. My grandfather modernized it some, adding indoor plumbing and electricity. Then my father did even more. Including adding a second bedroom and modern kitchen. Throughout all this modernization, they ma...
For years I labored under the delusion that I knew what I wanted concerning erotic combat with other men. I would refer to it as "first to cum loses" or "erotic wrestling" in my profiles on the gay wrestling websites and during a chat session, but neither title truly encompassed what I was longing for when I envisioned the "sexfighting" I had in mind. I met...
I have read lots of stories about werewolves in the last few weeks, and I found most of them to be lacking something. Don't get me wrong, I loved most of them and gave 5 stars, but I'm not a fan of instant romance, or instant soul-mating on that behalf. So, as a form of protest I came up with my own story and tried to dodge the instant happiness in favor of...
I sent my best friend to prison. Well, I didn't actually send him, but I might as well have. I'm a public defender. They don't get much lower than me. Allan, one of my best friends caught his wife cheating on him and stabbed her almost a hundred times with a penknife. He asked me to defend him, even though we both knew he was guilty, but he didn't care becau...
Author's Note: This story is all about spandex and focuses a lot on the "dressing up" portion of play, as it is the author's favorite. Just a heads up. Happy reading! ***** There were two things I was absolute certain about myself when it came to my personal sexual pleasure. One was that I had an incurable desire to wear, see, and feel spandex. That much...
I sat in the hotel dining room where other business men and women were starting their day over run-of-the-mill continental breakfast, USA Today, and mercifully low-volume CNN. Cell phone mumbling surrounded me. The coffee was good however, and I was well into my second cup, trying to clear my head of the alcohol and the bizarre event that had ended only a fe...
Chapter 80: Support System In Company "Yes..." Donna nods, with the phone to her ear, "I understand... May I ask when the next will be? ... Alright... Yes, I will get into contact with the house owner, and request for their consent forms and testimonial submissions... Thank you very much, I understand completely... We may or may not get a lawyer, if Judge H...
Author's Note: Sorry about the delay. I've had parts three and four written ever since I wrote the first two, but haven't gotten around to editing them. Sorry about that. After the fourth chapter, however, I'm not sure I'll be continuing the story. ***** In the coming months, the new year passed us by, and the spring semester for our roommates allegedly...
Special thanks to my editor WickedWendyDru for all the hard work she's done for me these past several weeks...you're one in a million, Your Wickedness! This story is entered in the Halloween Contest, so please remember to vote! * I had just gone on shift when word came through that major traumas were on the way. The ER braced for the seven car pile-up on...
Sam was sprawled out upon the potato-chip wrapper strewn floor, one hand half wrapped around a forty ounce of bad, cheap beer. This was not the first time he’d passed out, all alone in his apartment, singing his own sad songs of remorse and self hatred. No, and to his way of thinking, it most certainly would not be the last. It hadn’t been long enough; Sam...