I serve them salad in white ceramic dishes. Without dressing. Magister Vance reaches out to the clasp of the short pleated white kirtle I'm wearing. He waits, allowing my refusal as protocol demands, for everything here is done through humility and consent. Naturally, as etiquette dictates, I allow his hands free rein. He unclasps the belt, and I inhale, ho...
I walked into the bar and plopped myself down on one of the stools, breathing a long heavy sigh. The sign outside told that the name of this place was called "Respite" and after the day I've had, that's what it might as well be for me. After mustering the courage to actually tell my parents I was gay after years and years of silence, I was rewarded for my...
The tall, powerfully built, dark-haired man gazed blandly, almost with boredom, at the people below him. Men and women, some in mixed or single sex pairs or in mixed or single groups, some clearly Dom/Sub, but all with one thing in common. Leather. He moved to sit on a luxurious black leather settee situated on a circular mezzanine. The scene below was watc...
Chapter Three – Gay Thoughts, Gay Thoughts Everywhere "Are these all mine?" he stared critically at the walk-in closet, without daring to put one foot in front of the other. There must have been one thousand clothing items, without counting the shoes. Carter was the kind to have three-four changes of clothes, each one for a particular purpose. But this A...
A HELPING HAND by K. Nitsua. Copyright 2020 by the author. One sunny Sunday afternoon I just had to scratch that itch. I'd been single for a while and had been quite content being celibate, relieving myself with the occasional solitary jack-off session. That day, though, my hand wasn't enough. I didn't want to socialize or date—I just needed some quick rel...
I took the weekend off and decided that I was going to go to Portland and look around. I've lived in Oregon for 14 years, and for the most part try to stay away from the largest city, due to traffic. There was a restaurant and book stores I wanted to visit and maybe check out some popular places to meet new friends. I had heard that The Hawks Club near down...
I used to peruse the personal ads on a particular website every few weeks. It's not so much that I was desperately looking for love as I was simply lonely, in a new town and a few months out of a failed relationship. One day, two weeks ago, as I was browsing the females-seeking-males ads, and finding no one of any interest, I noticed that the site had a sect...
Marcus brought entirely too much food to be defined as a "snack". He had piled on peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, strawberries, cookies, almonds, even slices of cake. When he attempted to precariously juggle it all on one flimsy paper plate, it didn't end well for him. As he lowered the plate to me his rather large boot tapped the edge of the bedframe an...
I rise slowly to my feet, tears leave a thin trail of wetness on my cheeks. The silhouette before me remains as still as it had when I first saw him standing there. Walking cautiously toward dad, he begins to move very slowly. He raises both arms above my head. I feel the leather belt he is holding become a collar around my neck, it pulls through the buckle,...
*Sorry again for the cliff-hanger, here is chapter nine of Poor Simon. All characters are 18+ One of my pet peeves is when characters on Lit stories get into terrible situations but everything is still happy and okay and the situation is light. When it gets dark in my stories, it gets very dark. You've been warned.* * I guess I expected it to be bigger....