You can tell a lot about a guy from where he shops. Take my friends, who have specialized tastes. Some of them spend their time at the hardware store, while others take an interest in our town's fabric shop, which has needles and pins that make them drool. Still others hang out at the department store, eyeing the cutlery collection. Somehow all of us end up...
Published in Stallions and Other Studs, Scott O'Hara (ed), 1995 Posted to Internet circa: Sat, 20 Dec 1997 [Usenet] Stored on The Nifty Archives * * * * * The band plays on the stage. The air is blue with smoke, hot, and reeks of Miller and Budweiser. The kids cluster round the stage. The typical crowd -- jeans-clad, long haired, leather-jacketed, tatt...
"Mmhmm." Just before dropping off I felt a surge of....love...for these great people, for my life...for my ability to love....it was dark, my phone beeped. I squinted at it....my brother texted, he got on the road early and would arrive by 730. I texted back, "join me and friend for yoga in my room?" He said he would. Isaac groaned and pulled the covers off...
I had both the advantages and curses of being a rock star. I could afford to go anywhere I wanted on the spur of the moment or as the mood hit me, but if a mood hit me that would land me in the tabloids, I'd better be prepared to go to the ends of the earth. The mood had hit me to get the most exotic and total fuck that I could find by the most talented coc...
Phillip sat in the corner of the sofa watching the other people interact. Some faces he recognized from other soirees but for the most part, they were all strangers. He smiled politely at a few of the guests who glanced at him but refrained from starting a conversation. He didn't get invited to a lot of parties so he never knew how to behave. Anything he sai...
"I could be like those folks that stand on the side of the road during them marathon races," Red Foster quipped as he watched the plump kid guzzle the bottle of water he had just been given. "Got plenty of time on my hands since I retired." The jogger, who the little old man knew only as Bobby, had lived down the road for years and until recently had been a...
"Of course, if you two get married you won't have to worry about that," chirped Mrs. Walsh from the passenger seat of the car, and with that my backseat companion Connie Walsh looked over at me, and we both stifled laughter while rolling our eyes at the thought of that. It would never happen, although Connie's Mom seemed to mention it a lot, and there were...
"Good morning Mr Strachan, please come in." I welcome you as you are ushered into my office. Rising from my chair I move around my desk to meet you as you approach the chair in front of my desk. We shake hands your grip is firm, your palms moist, I allow my hand to linger in yours as I take in the sight before me, you are dressed impeccably in a dark navy...
My wife and I had been married a couple of years and decided to return to a ski resort that we'd always enjoyed in Utah. We were never much for après-ski partying that happened at some better known resorts like Breckenridge or Park City. The mountain was great and it was much more low-key. We splurged a bit and got a place that was ski-in, ski-out, had its o...
A/N: This story/series will contain gay sex, gay incest, vampires, bdsm, bondage, and some non-con/reluctance. Don't like, don't read. ***** It was nearly sunset when I went to visit my brother again. The servant that I'd come across must've been guarding the room, because my brother was still securely fastened to the bedframe. Jacob looked relieved an...