Of course I was nervous, I had modelled before, but not often, and always for a class. This was private. And for a guy. He said he wanted to take to draw me with an eye to producing a series of paintings. We arranged to meet, in a cafe near his house. I already had his address. We had a quick coffee, managed some moderate sized conversation, and went to his...
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If there's a commonly reoccurring theme to my existence it is one of overbearing responsibility, doing the right thing, taking care of others and eschewing the thing that I might want for the thing that is most practical or more socially acceptable. All in all, it's not a terrible perspective on it's own but as with everything - moderation is key and without...
Disclaimer: The characters in this story are entirely fictional, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. The following story involves graphic descriptions of sexual encounters. If such things offend you, please read no further. For everyone else, I hope you enjoy the story. And this is my first pure m/m story, so fee...
I had been banished. My wife would be joining me in a couple of months, but I was sent ahead—banished from New York—for my transgressions. April's father had known I was bi before he bought me for her daughter—and he also knew how I made my living, because he had been paying April's bills. But I suppose he assumed I would put all of that behind me when we we...
Author's Note: Many thanks and undying gratitude to Nelle1022 for proofreading, editing, providing invaluable feedback, and in general, putting up with my crap. ***** Sitting at the bar at my favorite watering hole on a Friday night, I was nursing the last of my drink and attempting to indulge in a little self-pity, but the argument going on at the table...
A BOY WHO CAME IN FROM THE COLD – CHAPTER 12 "BOYS ON FILM" © Sadie Rose Bermingham 2006 Apologies for the delay to Chapter 12. I've been swanning around Europe and London enjoying myself so things have gotten a little behind. Which, by happy coincedence, is exactly what Aldo and Barclay hope to get themselves at the end of this chapter! As usual, the a...
The fanfare of the New York fashion show's success had hugged the Lifestyle's column for almost a week. Prominently displayed was Damon's smiling photograph; so suave and debonair. He was the new darling of the world of haute couture. There was even one caption introducing him as the most available bachelor of the year. Cindy was swamped with calls from wom...
Two hours after the school board hired me, I sat with my new principal in his office. "Jeremy, I'm glad you decided to call me. I just wish you'd done it sooner so we could talk." "It's like I said, no point in bothering you until I completed the courses I needed to teach in Georgia. I still don't understand why I had to take those extra classes if I didn'...
I awoke around 4:45 on my belly, my red panties a little twisted and crusted with dried cum. I could feel Big Daddy's deposit oozing down my taint and hardening in the panties. I could not believe, this was not some kind of twisted dream but my stretched leaking asshole took away all doubt. Twelve hours ago, I was kissing my beautiful wife and leaving for an...