All of the lions were present now. And, as I would have guess from his reputation, the king of the jungle was the last to arrive, swirling in with his cute-boy assistant trailing behind him, juggling all of the paraphernalia the "great man" traveled with. I gotta admit that I was disappointed that Creighton Masters lived up to his reputation on first look. I...
I hadn't planned on letting Masters get to me—it was perhaps the last thing I'd ever say I'd do. He didn't fool me a bit, the pompous, egotistical user. But there was a reason he was able to bend so many to his will. He had charisma. He also could fuck like no one else I'd ever met. I only found that out by a crooked route, though. One night, three weeks in...
I slept very poorly because of what was going on over my head in the loft bedroom. I'd stayed late at the theater, mostly in the hope that they'd be finished for the night before I came back to the 7th Street townhouse, but they were just getting started good then. All of that grunting and groaning. I knew that Mr. Masters was giving it to him good. I could...
The little fucker had turned me down. I knew there wasn't anything ultimate or final about it, but I knew he wanted me. What a tease, I thought, as we parted ways outside the theater, he to go onto the Boxoffice to be there if Masters wanted anything when he and Lenny arrived at the boat, me to get something to eat and maybe add to the old nest egg. Adding...
I could tell that Mr. Masters was nervous about this first meeting with the director and dance master at Arena Stage that afternoon. He had been peevish and snappish all morning—well, more so than usual—finding fault with everything and being detailed about the clothes he wanted me to lay out for the meeting and then rejecting them and upbraiding me for what...
All participants are over 18. ***** I give myself credit: it took some courage to walk into a police station filled with macho, notoriously sexist and homophobic policeman wearing a tattoo on my head that read CUMSLUT in bold red letters. The label wasn’t standing off my face by my choice; rather, an unhappy date on whom I passed out and vomited vindictiv...
Dress rehearsal for Defiance was exhausting—for me, at least, since I had to dance in it. But I'm sure it was nerve-wracking for Masters and Handelsman, too, because this was their last crack at making it right before the drama critics descended on them. They were so pumped up on reviewing and celebrating and agonizing over minutia on the production that the...
Shyam woke up to the smell of fresh tea brought in by the servant from his comfortable soft cotton mattressed bed. He finished his tea and let got out of the bed allowing the bear of a servant to cover his nakedness. Even though he was 21, he was just like how he was as a child around his servant since childhood Jadhav. Jadhav was just 15 and newly married w...
I want to thank all of my readers for bearing with me while I find my groove so to speak. I do apologize for the short chapters and for any spelling errors that may have been found. I recently moved and started this account while my laptop was still packed away so I was typing on my phone. Thank you all for the positive comments and feedbacks and I will cont...
Jason Jones was interviewing for the position of waiter. He was 24 years old, 5' 8'', with a slim build. He had light brown hair and brown eyes that usually shone with bright good humor. But just now they were burning with lust as he began his closing interview; seated in the manager's office, his clothes all piled neatly on a nearby chair he sat before the...