Most of the soldiers have not yet returned from war, so the tavern was almost empty, despite the evening time which used to change it in the most alive place in the city. There was a depressed bartender, one bored waitress pretending to clean some tables and him – handsome thug in a leather armour, sipping beer and playing with a sack of gold. "Don't be af...
We were at our spot, the Space Needle, this time making sure to stay well away from the edge. I was lying in between Nate's legs, his arms around me, enjoying one of those rare days where the sun warms your skin and the breeze flutters through your hair. In this moment I knew what life was supposed to be like. I once read a quote that said that humans weren...
I tried to inject a little bit of humour into this chapter, as the last one was a bit heavy. It's hard to write 'funny' without going overboard. The perspective jumps quite a bit, for which I apologise, but it's necessary for the story to develop. I'm not entirely sure where the story is going because I like to write as I think rather than plan, so it might...
Saturday, 13 September 1902, New York City "I do want to know how you came to this," Hamilton Chamberlain said. He'd laid the small pouch with the money on it on the table in the basement hideaway "gentleman's" club entered off an alley in the Chelsea section of New York City, but he didn't take his fingers off it. The room, with a stage at one end of it, w...
Byron lay on the bed exhausted. He had just spent the better part of three hours getting his ass fucked by his older stepbrother. It had been a dream of his for years. Ever since they were younger and shared the same room, Byron had fantasized about him. He had watched secretly as Jared had changed. Byron enjoyed watching the older boy, watching as his thick...
I light of the comments by "Anonymous" I have decided to make a list of things I shall never do as long as I write. 1. We the people do hereby swear never to describe a world in which male pregnancy can happen. Ever. 2. We the people do hereby swear never to make a really good monogamous couple have a threesome for NO GOOD REASON WHATSOATALL. You know who...
***** A thanks to Cden for her editing and beta reading of this, without which my story would not be nearly as good. Hope you all enjoy this chapter. email me with any queries or comments. thanks ***** *Previously* Louis pulled me along the corridor and I glanced back at the person behind us. It was a woman but I could not see her face clearly, I moved...
My name is Myr and I'm a retired assassin...well, I'm technically still an assassin. I quit a long time ago, but that sort of life doesn't just leave you alone. No matter how far I travel or change my appearance they always end up finding me...well that's not exactly accurate either; I always find them. Part of being an assassin is spotting others in the sam...
"Now that we have that cleared up, re-introductions are in order. I'm Derek and I didn't catch your name." The stranger held out his hand and replied, "I'm Jonathan Arlington but my friend's call me Nate. It's a pleasure to meet you, Derek." Handsome with Southern charm, how am I supposed to resist this man? Now I had to think of a way to keep him here wi...
The first time I heard Sam singing his version of a Beatles number, 'All My Lovin' I just knew I was hooked. He performed at the local bar, I had not heard of him until then but I grabbed the opportunity to buy him a drink after he'd performed and received rapturous applause. That was then and now is now, we got talking like it was magic, like we both had...