Author's Note: This is my first attempt at a true fantasy story. Much inspiration was taken from Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild, as well as several anime I've watched over the years. +++++ The rising sun gradually woke me up and I opened my eyes. Like most days, there was a moment where I was blandly content, but then the reality of what the day held...
Folsom was set adrift on the Rhine, but it was a gelatinous Rhine, which supported his body as he lay on his back and which swayed him back and forth with the current. But the current wasn't being provided by the flow of the father of all German rivers; the motion was being provided by a multitude of men between his legs, moving him back and forth on their h...
My name is Aaron O'Shea. A short, skinny and red-haired young man of Irish descent living in the city of Ottawa, Ontario. I recently moved there from the town of Boston, in the state of Massachusetts. So far, I don't like the Confederation of Canada. Where I grew up, racial diversity in schools, neighbourhoods and the workplace was a mainstay. Canada is full...
On the way into the lounge, I explained to Chris, that Lulu and I had been sharing for about 2 years. While we didn't care about being seen in the nude by the other, we had never had sex with each other or while the other was in the same room. I had never looked at Lulu sexually. Lu had put on some music, some appropriately chosen Euphoria Chill Out. He fl...
Certain stories should never be repeated. This is one of them. It concerns the events that changed my life forever. It is dirty and nasty and depraved. And it made me what I am today. So I guess I really have to share it with you. I was just 18 years old, and I was pledging a fraternity that I probably shouldn't name. I was a typical, heterosexual boy, da...
"Oh, Philippe. OH, Philippe!" The dark, handsome young Moroccan had been murmuring Philip's name when the American adventurer had started rimming him but was now crying his name out insistently as Philip split his curvaceous butt cheeks with his hard, throbbing cock and thrust down, once, twice, three times. "Philippe!" the Moroccan exclaimed and writhed und...
------------------- PROLOGUE: THE FIRST OF THE FENNS ----------------- “Heed my call, O Hunters, and know this to be true: The anti-God has arrived, and its eyes are filled with wine.” — High Hunter Wyse "The Heartless", the Fifth Chief of the Fenn Hunters Two-hundred and seventy-one years ago, a baby boy was born to a simple family in the northe...
"You seem a million miles away. What has your attention—that newspaper or that Japanese maple out there? The tree is new, isn't it? Wasn't something else there before?" The questions came from Walker Sharp, the novelist, and Maxwell Ackerman's neighbor in the row of small, but very expensive, townhouses on Drayton Street, facing Savannah's thirty-acre Forsyt...
Pete: I had grown up in the Zeme pack named after Adomas' third son. I was born an orphan so the pack took on the responsibility of raising me together, I was given a room in the Johnson's house and grew up out on the reservation. Tonight was my eighteenth birthday, I had yet to turn yet and so I was looked at with pity. If you did not turn for the first f...
Chapter 23 -- The Legend of Schrodinger's Queer I remembered waking up at some point that morning when Cory returned from the bathroom. He curled back up with me on the air mattress set in the middle of my bedroom and snuggled close, his hand creeping up my shirt. The way his fingers tickled through my chest hair put me in mind of a cat kneading its blanket...