This story is a figment of my imagination. It has been dancing in my mind for too long and I finally decided to write it down. Hope it serves as a good read. * Episode 2 "Steve." Aiden whispered to the sleeping form. "Hey buddy, get up." Steve rolled towards one side and half opened his eyes to see who was disturbing him. "Hey C'mon, let's play some ten...
"Feelings No Longer Inside" One hot summer day, Ben Baxton sweated out his soul after mowing his yard. His brown skin turned darker from the hot, beaming sun. His blue jeans had dust on them, claiming dominance over his day of yard work and a shower called out to rescue him from his labor. Ben took off his soaked Braves cap and went towards his parent's hou...
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...
I watched him from across the pool. I thought it was pretty brave of a man his age to be wearing a shiny red speedo like that, and of course it caught my eye. Speedos do that to me. It doesn't matter who's wearing them, how sexy they look in them, or how old they are. When I see a Speedo, I do a double take every time. I can't wear Speedos. I'd be a walking...
"Fantastic game out there Nick, congratulations," said a coy voice from just beside the end of a long row of lockers; halfway down which stood Nick Jackman; a college football running back playing for UCLA. He was stood there in the casual clothes he had put on in place of his kit, and was preparing to leave to go to a house party ten minutes away to get dru...
I think professional ice skating is kind of a strange spectator sport. I can appreciate the fact the skaters are incredible athletes, but the glitziness and show biz atmosphere makes it kind of an odd sport to watch. However, I have no problem watching the tight, muscled asses on the male skaters. With their skin-like, form-fitting pants nothing is left to t...
I felt his saliva in my mouth, both fueling my humiliation and the desire to serve him completely! I was utterly his and had no desire to be anything else! Five minutes ago, he entered my hotel room as we had arranged. I was naked and kneeling, waiting for this stranger to take ownership of my body and "force" me to serve him. Now here I was, handcuffed a...
Dear Readers This was written for all of you who let life get in the way of love. Sometimes all it takes is a little communication. I truly enjoyed writing this story. Comments are appreciated! ~M ******************** Being married had never been a possibility for me... that is until I met Josh. We didn't click right off but sparks flew anyway. We were b...
Every 4th of July, I travel from my downtown loft to my sister's vacation homes on Thomas Hill Reservoir, an expansive lake in north central Missouri. The lake, which is huge and placid, is virtually unknown. On any given 4th, there are a half dozen or fewer boats on the water, in stark contrast to the more bacchanialian and busier Ozarks two hours to the so...
Chapter 10: First Aid We were going to spend Thanksgiving at my mom's sister's house in Williamsburg, about an hour and a half away. Mom said I could invite Rob; unfortunately, his parents wanted him to spend time with family and not go with his "friend." The journey there was fine, and the food was abundant and delicious. The trip home wasn't so pleasant....