Happily Trudeau was not completely serious when he told me there would be more sex than work on my book in his home. He was fully professional in the art of creating first-class novels. What was true, though, was that my work was taken completely apart and put back together again. And, although he was blunt with his critiques and was a hard task master, Trud...
One of the really funny things about life is that when you're up to your neck in shit, you get used to the smell. The last six years had been exactly that, each day worse than the day before. And all during that time, I had done everything I needed to do and had functioned one day at a time. Now, it was all catching up with me. * * * * * * I had come to N...
Author's Note: It's so easy to become what you despise. Over the years that I've read stories at various websites, one thing I've learned to hate is when I start reading a story, especially one that hooks me, only to have it stop suddenly. I recently started one that I was really enjoying, only to be horrified that it ended so abruptly. And it was one of...
I'm not all that sure how I got roped into going to Ken's daughter's place up on Blue Mountain near Front Royal. It was something about the Appalachian Trail, though, I'm sure. We were sitting at the bar at Scotties, a truck stop bar in Opal where Route 17 breaks off east from Route 29, south of Washington, D.C., to go over to Fredericksburg and the Eastern...
All characters are above the age of eighteen. Let me know if I should continue or drop. Thanks, enjoy! ***** Throughout Highschool me and my friend Alex would skate after school everyday. We would push each other to get better and better everyday and we became great friends because of it. It was like our daily routine. Towards the end of senior year Alex...
Arthur's voice was soft and nonplussed as he stared at the long, black vehicle that waited close to the hospital's entrance. "Why the hell do you have a limousine?" Vince tapped Arthur's shoulder with his fingers. "Why shouldn't I have a limousine?" "Because nobody has a limousine," Arthur said even though that wasn't literally correct. Vince opened...
Chapter One: Paul The guitarist had been playing flamenco rhythms when I joined Ralph Peters, Sean Madden, and Holland Howard at one of the back tables in the Kennedy Center's small KC Jazz Club hall in Washington, D.C. I'd had a few stops to make after our practice of the Gay Men's Chorus of Washington at its P Street rehearsal hall just west of Dupont Cir...
As they cantered back to the ranch, Josh couldn't help but keep glancing over in Tobias's direction. The steady rise and fall of his body in the silver encrusted highly polished leather saddle made Josh feel all giddy inside, much like a little school girl experiencing her first boy crush. As they neared the gates to the ranch, Josh slowed Hermes down to a...
[[Hey there! Use game mode for the best experience on this story! Also, feel free to submit ideas for new games and transformations!]] "Would you like another one, Zach?" Marcus offered. Zach nods and slurs out something that sounds like a "yes," so Marcus starts mixing another mojito for the wasted twink at the end of the bar. Marcus kno...
"Can't you change it?" Mona begged. "Please." "The Browns were on a tight schedule, Mona," Gina reminded her. "And if you want me to keep your house on my books and sell it quickly, and at a decent price, you need to be more flexible. This is the third time you have wanted to cancel an inspection at the last minute," Gina added, sounding annoyed. And that w...