It was 1977, a while ago now. Seems fresh in my mind. I had caught a ride to LA with a thou buried in my boots. That was a bunch of money back then. I was a young stud, and construction work was good to me. I was pretty ripped, and didn't drink or smoke the earnings away. I could weld, and that seemed to get me jobs quickly. I knew street Mexican, too. I l...
Hey lovely people and readers. I'm back with an amazing new chapter of my story. I really hope you'll love and enjoy reading it. Please, tell me what you think of this story so far. Don't forget to drop your comments and rate this chapter. Happy reading, enjoy... **** Dinner was sweet, sweeter than anything else. Nicholas had his hand on Adrian's, slowly...
Dear Figaro, How are you? So glad you received my last letter and you enjoyed it. Things have been moving at such a fast pace I barely have a moment to myself. Not complaining though. Not sure I will get a chance to make it up to visit you this month unfortunately, between my writing course and making videos I just can't see it happening any time soon but i...
Summertime in the tourist town of Speculator, New York back in the early 70's. *** The door was locked and the lights had just gone out in the little convenience store on Main Street in Speculator, New York. It had been a lousy day business-wise, what with the steady rain that had fallen all day in the sleepy tourist town, and now owner Red O'Brien had ano...
A cocky little thief who thought he was invincible would get a rude awakening and in the end come up against the hard facts of life. Eddie McCormick, 18, smirked as he thought of his buddies who had chickened out this time. He wasn't afraid of anybody let alone a lone security guard as he climbed the fence that surrounded Sonica Electronics. An experienced...
It was just a moment in time. At least David thought it had been no longer than that, but every time he thought back on it, it seemed like it had rolled on forever, long enough for him to see the look in everyone's eyes and to analyze what they were thinking. Paolo Flores, the mixed Portuguese-Bantu Mestico young man who was his assistant in translating the...
This is part three of The Cycle Run, I hope you enjoy it. ***************** Our first night on remand was just awful. We hardly slept at all. We couldn't even be bothered to blow each other. All night long there was banging, shouting and blood curdling shrieks. It was frightening. They were shouting abuse at us. 'Cock suckers, you are going to get it, suc...
I'm baaaaaaaaack and I'm so sooooooooooo sorry for my long ass hiatus. Lots of love to those readers that emailed and stuck with me. Its summer now and I will be updating like crazy (I hope). Just had a really busy year but I won't go into that. As for story updates, these are eth stories that will be continued. Gilded in Gold, The Dark in Your Blue Eyes...
Has been edited by Nom de Plume for spelling and grammar. Thank you. ***** The sweet and savory smell of food cooking was all it took to wake up Spot. He stretched out in a big, full body stretch. Flexing his muscular hamstrings and massive shoulders. His brown chest hair covered most of his body like fur. Master made sure Spot kept his public parts clean,...
Weeks after the attack, Diante' and his dad made full recovery, however, Mister Morillo had more of a stay in the hospital. That gave Diante's mom a chance to move, get a lawyer, and serve divorce papers. Promptly, she filed a restraining order against him for Diante' and herself and moved back in with her mom who lived closer to the Mexican border. Diante'...