"You called for me, Velaku?" Mishtar was a strong warrior, his form slim like all bird Carthera but with long, lean muscles cording his body and magnificent black and brown wings held proudly behind him. He was the epitome of our warriors, a Carthera most worthy of respect. He had risen through the ranks quickly after he mated and became the leader for the...
This eight-chapter novella, inspired by Thomas Wolfe's Look Homeward Angel, is set at inception in Asheville, North Carolina, in the second decade of the twentieth century. Posting of the work will be completed within three weeks chapter one posts. * "It won't be long now." The young man had a booming voice—a surprise coming out of his frame, which wasn't...
I had caught the last flight of the day from Miami to Key West. The plane was a small, two-jet prop thirty-four-seater island hopper with cramped headroom and narrow seats. The airport security guy, now all smiles and service, the embarrassment of having had to detain a New York detective needing to be smoothed over, drove me straight out to the plane, so I...
I enter the darken room. A light shines down, the lone bright spot in the room. I head straight to it like always. Illuminated by the light is a black leather chair and a small table with all the things I need. I don't see him, but I know he's there. He's always there, in the dark, waiting for my arrival. This has been going on for some time, this little gam...
I reached up and released the tie that had held my assistant, Jimmy's, head in place on my desktop and turned his head so that we could kiss. I laid there, his arms and legs still tied off close together through the kneehole in the desk, closely encasing him for a good twenty minutes, fully intending to fuck him again, to get my rocks off again, before I rel...
I stared blankly at the television. It was a chip shot. A gimme. My favorite football team had just missed a 22 yard field goal that would of won the game. Hell my 14 year old neighbor could of made that kick. What rubbed salt into the mental wound was my girlfriend, who was dancing around the living room with glee. We had made a little wager on the game a...
I still could taste Kent as I unlocked my dorm room door. My brain was still trying to grasp what had just transpired in the past two hours. I entered my single room and stripped down to get some much needed rest. I remember originally thinking how happy I was when I found out I was assigned to a single room. I would have great privacy and I could have girls...
Some clients thought the "Bull" in the Bull Thorne Financial Services name related to Wall Street symbols, but those who had known Jim "Bull" Thorne the longest knew he had that nickname because he had the longest, thickest dick in Texas. Of course, it could just as well have been an acknowledgment that he also had the biggest pair of balls in Houston, based...
This is my third story, a chance encounter before meeting the beautiful black man I would settle in to gratifying exclusively for a wonderful couple of years. My next stories will be of him, and some new things he introduced me to. But I wanted to squeeze this one in. It was a onetime thing but it was great fun! * This is the story of a man whose interest...
Master was not ready to take me as his slave. He subjected me to two tests. The first was my ability to obey. I knelt. He handed me a black jockstrap, a white handkerchief and a blue cloth napkin. All three were stiff with semen stains. I learned that these items were prepared from the Master's cum by his previous sub. My orders, for the next three days, wer...