Part 3: In which I fall in lust, and face the consequences... At last I'm free of Luis. I no longer need an 'agent'. But I've learned enough from my time as a 'Midnight Cowboy' to go solo. I look at myself naked in the mirror, pose and preen, Wow, I look good, so hot. Look at me, look at me, the delicious curve of my arse, peach-round and just as succulent,...
I do wonder though, sometimes, how I think of myself, it's a pleasant sort of curiousness. Am I a gay man who has a girlfriend? A straight man who has been with other men? As more one way than the other? As someone who declines to identify that firmly? Adjectives, not nouns. I suppose I think of that long flight home, Melbourne to Singapore to Paris, then...
You fucking what!? Of all the things I supposed my new correspondent might say, that was not one of them. Do it again? Why? If this person was gathering ammunition to seek revenge on Nick or to use against me, did they really think I'd hand them more? Reply. I don't think so. Send. A few minutes later, another response arrived. It was somewhat more loquac...
Marty reckoned Danver's as a bitch. Not in the way that term is usually applied, but in his own way the old guy was a bigger bitch than his son Eric. Sure, it had been Eric that put out for him, but Danver's showed a special kind of bitchiness. He hadn't accepted lightly an employee interfering with his kin and had thrown him out of a job. Marty should have...
This is the state I was in anyway, when I had to get on the plane to come home, not feeling too sad to be doing so, remembering all of this, the whole trip, but those moments of nakedness and sex, at the beach, in the house, the three of us naked and aroused, going to bed together, too tired to sleep, tangled up in each other, laying, sitting, rolling over,...
CHAPTER EIGHT – IN THROUGH THE OUT-DOOR © Sadie Rose Bermingham & Bellora Quinn 2008/9 Congratulations to all you lovely people who have managed to read thus far, and to those of you who harangue us on a weekly basis for the conclusion of this story, here at least is an increment bringing you a step closer to the final denouement. But sincer...
I swallowed the warm sticky spunk and held onto Hassan's cock until it was flaccid. He sighed several times and remained motionless with his eyes closed. With gentle motions I rolled the softening meat around my mouth. Every so often his thigh twitched. "That was amazing." He whispered at last. I hummed into his groin. "I can't believe I let you do it again...
The Coffee Shop V: Happiness Is A Handsome Hypnotized Hunk Disclaimer. The following story is a work of fiction. The characters portrayed within are a work of fiction as well, and any resemblance to any person, living or dead is a coincidence and unintentional. Copyright 2012. This story is the property of the author, Canadian Cowboy (formerly known a...