By the time I've plunged the coffee and made a pile of buttered toast, I'm a bit calmer. In control of myself enough that I think I can manage a silent cuppa rather than screaming 'fuck off and away out of my life', the moment I see him. He's still glistening with water, hair in tiny wee wet spikes, with a towel tucked round his waist. A hand towel. It ju...
Adrian's back in the office after four days not smoking, with a promise of getting a blow-job from Dan on Saturday if he keeps it up. *** I get up a bit later on the Thursday, to avoid the rush hour. It's not that the crowds are much less after nine, but they're sure a lot less stressed about it. I'm all suited and booted to meet these arsehole clients....
He deceived me. Or did I deceive myself? The late June wedding was being held on the Nags Head beach not more than six blocks down the Outer Banks from my East Driftwood Street cottage just south of Kitty Hawk. I wasn't at the wedding ceremony. I was home, where I was drinking beer, crushing cans, watching the clock, and seething. I was slouching in a brok...
This is for all of my readers who have asked for Thomas and Michael's story. Here it is... *** Sweat dripped into his eyes and hands roamed on all parts of his body but he didn't care. Michael ground his ass against the muscled man behind him and grinned widely as a Martini was placed in his hand from a pretty blonde woman. He tipped the drink to his lips...
I spent several minutes just sitting on the bench contemplating my strange evening. I made a mental note to speak to Hector about what he had seen. I also hoped that he might share his experiences of becoming of the island and his relationship with Greg. Although, I imagined that he would be somewhat circumspect talking to me as he clearly saw me as a guest....
Part of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong === The restaurant seemed a lot more expensive than those I was used to: it certainly wouldn't have been the sort of place I'd have picked if given the choice. The starters alone cost more than I would usually be prepared to pay for a whole meal, and I didn't regard myself as a tight-arse – well...
Eighteen years ago there had been a daring robbery at Werthen's (Jeweler to the Stars.) Fifty million dollars worth of precious gems had been taken. They were gone. The jewels had totally disappeared. Even though the police were fortunate enough to have captured the culprit. They had captured the burglar's face on a hidden video camera, and they even had hi...
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. All characters are eighteen years of age, especially the non-human one. Enjoy. Because the lunch hour was split into 'A' and 'B' sections, Jim Goldberg and Will Durante had to wait a half hour to take their usual seats on the bleachers. They brought their lunches with them, of course, but it wasn't the sorry c...
My fantasies grow stranger and more erotic every day and David has become the central figure in my masturbatory illusions. Take for example what I dreamed about once I arrived home from the grocery store. He greeted me in the hallway as I was opening the door to my boy-cave. His body was glistening with sweat so I knew he'd come from his workout. To my de...
[If I can't find the cure, I'll fix you with my love And if you say you're okay, I'm gonna heal you anyway Promise I'll always be there, Promise I'll be the cure -Lady Gaga] +{Noah's Starship}+ +++ "It wasn't the right time. Soon, my love. I promise," Navid said as he hung up with his parents. I'd perched on a high stool at the kitchen bar watching him th...