After my first sex I was feeling as if I were on top of the world. I nearly fell asleep but I heard his noise. Sir Jareh stood up and looked at me. -We should put on clothes. I have to go. They will notice that I am not at the table. In addition, you may also have problems with your boss. I started dressing. At that moment, I didn't care about regular pr...
The concert had already finished half an hour ago and I was trying to get a cab but all my attempts were without affect. Thus, I decided to go home on foot. I always enjoyed walking in the empty streets of the city. It was a cool summer night; I was dressed lightly, just a red shirt and a pair of blue jeans. I was quite absorbed in my thoughts, so I didn't...
So very many times in my life I have been faced with confrontational situations that pushed me 'off track'. I just let people do it; and like a deer in the headlights, got smacked. Oh, sure, later I would come up with all of the things I coulda woulda shoulda said and done, but in the moment, I just folded. Then I bore the hurt. I still don't react quickly e...
Note: This one’s a little edgy, and may not be for everyone. It is just fantasy, but if you’ve ever been the victim of violent crime you might not want to read this. Consider yourself warned – I don’t need any nasty letters about it, thanks. When my apartment door burst open I was sitting at the computer in my underwear. Too late I realized that I’d stupidl...
The German police detective, Sigmund Frist, who had been plowing his American counterpart, Clint Folsom, the previous night couldn't have picked a worse time to want further attention from Folsom. Folsom had gone to sun bathe and to dry out the effects of a raucous night topside on the MS River God as it shot down the most scenic segment of the Rhine. But he...
After his narrow escape from the pounding questions by the German police about Bruno Meister's death by way of accepting a pounding of his ass by Roman the Magnificent on stage at Hephaestion, Folsom meekly followed Roman into his cabin through the door under the stairs in the sex club. The cabin was the same size as Folsom's was and had the same two pull-do...
Content/trigger warning: This series contains bullying, homophobic language, and non-consensual sexual acts, but they are integral to the plot and character development so please take them in context. JESSE You'd think after such a crazy day I'd be dead exhausted and would have fallen right asleep, but no such luck. I was feeling optimistic that all of the...
All of his friends told Peter Townsend that he was crazy to buy the apartment in Cartagena, Colombia, in the luxury medium-rise building overlooking the ancient harbor, now yacht basin, as his retreat. But it was so convenient for him to sail his boat right up to the building's dock and whisk himself up to his retreat with its heavy security, and Cartagena c...
It was obviously meant as the ultimate form of degradation, the stripping away of any standing in the kingship sweepstakes. Over the previous several decades there had been so many claimants to the Scottish throne, with varied and unquantifiable bits of chits that this and that faction put into the balance to decide who should be given the crown. Thus, for J...
*All characters in this story are over 18 years old.* "Tonight?" popped up a text on my phone. "Yes Daddy," I quickly texted back. I had met this man at a transgender support group, we had both been born female, but had been on testosterone for over a decade, as well as having had our breasts surgically removed. To anyone at the local gay leather bar,...