So I'm making a story during Christmas break. Certain characters in this story are based on real people. Please respect them. Although the story itself is only from my wishful imagination... and some bits of reality. Also, the system of school that I experienced during my preschool, primary, intermediate, and high school years could be kind of different dep...
What you're about to read: This is a work of historical fiction—recent history—inspired by actual accounts, so it's rather realistic though definitely fictional. The novel is built around themes I find erotic: captivity, sexual tension, male intimacy. However (disclaimer and spoiler), you won't find any full-blown sex here. This is the story of a queerly rom...
With a long sigh I zipped up the last of my luggage. Four hours of packing and two massive suitcases later, I was finally done. Looking around my now empty apartment, I felt a little empty knowing that my time in California was through. Time for another ending, I suppose. I had to remind myself, as I hoisted the giant bags onto my bed, that I was chasing m...
Thank you all who have been reading and following along. I always appreciate getting feedback. It helps with becoming a better writer and it's always an ego boost, so feel free to reach out. I will always respond! The usual spiel: This isn't a stroke story, (more porn with plot.) Be warned, it's very long. 33+ chapters, and many sexless ones to come before...
Turning around and smiles seeing his man sleeping curled up next to him, feeling his warmth and listening to his steady breathing. He grinned knowing that he didn't last long on the sofa, that he would return to the bed pretty soon after he did. Of course he didn't know Andy had carried him, not hearing or feeling anything as he was in a deep sleep. He stro...
Calvin's eyes burned as he slowly adjusted his blurry vision to the bright source of light pointing to his face. It took him a while to awaken from his slumber and assess his current situation: he was laying on a shabby double bed with two pillows, to its side there was a nightstand with a jar of water, an empty glass, a pill laid on top of a piece of paper...
Act Two -The secrets we’ve made- I spent the next two days thinking about the kiss Brayden and I had shared. It was impossible to get his heated expression out of my mind, and no matter how hard I tried the memory of his gaze still left me covered in chills. The day after the kiss he hadn’t been at school. A welcomed break for my overwhelmed thoughts. We...
Hey everyone! I'm back with the second last episode of the series! Ok, Ok! I know some of you want to throw tomatoes and rotten eggs at me for taking this long and for coming up with a small episode but all I can do for now is apologize. Anyway, let's continue with the story for now. And yeah, keep the mails flowing! * Episode 6 Pebbles and gravel crun...
Warning: Firstly, I'm new to this whole writing thing. Secondly, I have a bad sense of humour and that tends to be present even in my most intense romance/ sex scenes. Lastly, if you want more you have to tell me, I lose interest in stories easily and will probably not finish anything I start unless someone is hounding me. Enjoy. _______________________...
Even before the knock on the front door, twenty-three-year-old Sophie could already sense who had paid her a visit at the moment. She opened the door, and her uncle and aunt appeared. The two of them wore their usual lavish attire, Aunt Martina with her black sleeveless dress and Uncle Joaquin with his casual black coat and tie. Sophie spotted the silver-col...