WARNING: This story contains EXTREME examples of fictional racism. If you are not okay with racial slurs or this type of raceplay, then please for the love of god don't leave some half-brained comment expressing your hate...just move on. It is important to remember that all themes and subjects covered in this story are completely FICTIONAL. This story does n...
A cocky little thief who thought he was invincible would get a rude awakening and in the end come up against the hard facts of life. Eddie McCormick, 18, smirked as he thought of his buddies who had chickened out this time. He wasn't afraid of anybody let alone a lone security guard as he climbed the fence that surrounded Sonica Electronics. An experienced...
I had meetings all day the next day, and I found it terribly hard to concentrate. At first I was thinking mostly about the events of the night before, until I imagined what would happen that night. Maybe he would just want my lips around him again. My cock twitched in my slacks. But what if he wanted to fuck me with that thing? I tried to imagine it and it w...
The anger and determination of Qin Shih Huang was almost palpable as he unleashed his cavalry, war chariots, and bronze and iron weapons—all battlefield levelers that his enemies had never before encountered—on the rebel town of Anyi. Within hours of receiving the message that the Lord of Anyi would not send tribute and yield in the season of homage, Qin Shi...
Joe was exhausted. He was starving, thirsty and freezing. He'd been sitting naked in the same spot for nearly twelve hours, leaving his legs and back stiff from the solid, unforgiving seat. He'd sit for another twelve if he had to. If the legends were true, and he told himself over and over with a growing desperation they had to be, it would all be worth it...
"So, you fancy him, do you?" "No, I fancy you Maurice," I answered, trying to make a joke out of it. But I was beginning to get a little irritated with Maurice. We both knew why he'd offered me this trip home, and I was getting tired of him just not getting to it. "But you do fancy him, don't you?" Maurice persisted. "I mean you have nothing against mixed...
"I'm sorry, my wife has delivered an ultimatum. Family only for Christmas. She apparently has a major announcement to make. I'll go up by plane. Emmet can drive you up in the Jag on the 27th and then bring us both back down after New Year's. I won't be able to stay at Brambleton long then, though. The winter is a busy season from me in Philadelphia. I hope y...
"Oui, Oui! Baise-moi! Baise-moi!—Yes, yes, fuck me! Comme ça! Plus profound!—Like that. Deeper." I lay on the plastic sheeting on the hotel room bed, my hands gripping the brass rungs of the headboard overhead, my eyes wide, focused on the suddenly cruel smile on the face of the French businessman sitting next to me on the bed. The ceiling fan in the hot Ni...
It was the summer of nineteen-ninety, I had just graduated high school and was partying like a rock star. Occasionally when my friends would drop me home late at night, I would walk the block or so to a nearby two lane highway that led out of Boston and stick my thumb out, not ready to end the night just yet. I had a massive libido but knew the chances of a...
The trucker only makes a brief appearance at the end of the story. Somehow I felt an introduction was needed and the story with the trucker which I started would have made the whole thing too long. If there is interest, then please let me know and vote for the story so I am encouraged to write more, which I will gladly do. Obviously when reading this, please...