The Knight pulled his destrier to a halt, the sounds of crying and pleas for clemency reaching his ears. He glanced back to the wagon that followed him. Ratafian was already leaping down, the thin, black-clad man reaching for the knives he wore at his belt before vanishing into the trees that lined the road. The Knight nodded, Ratafian would cut off the corn...
Preface For fifty years men come to the island of Cyprus, a Mediterranean paradise split and war torn by a marathon ethnic struggle between Greek and Turk, each consciously seeking connection with the writings of the British novelist and essayist Lawrence Durrell. They all take up tenancy, some longer than others, in the Bellapais villa where Durrell wrote...
Comments, critiques and tips are warmly welcome. This is a new story that I have decided to work on and deliver to you guys. As requested, this story is a royal romance story. I just hope it will be interesting like the others. Thanks for starting this journey with me. I believe we will end this journey together as well. Please note that everything in this...
Chapter 8: In a Grain of Sand The ride home gave me far too much time to think. About Sid and Alan. About boinking. I started to fret. What will finally happen when we get home? Will I chicken out? Can something that big fit into such as small hole? Even worse-- what if Sid changed his mind? Gravel crunching under the tires of Alan's Olds told me we'r...
Chapter 98: Closures May Vary The audience murmurs in the Dream Waltz, before the lights dimmed down, and prompted them to start cheering as the red curtain illuminated. "This song goes out to a special someone..." Adam voices echoes from the speakers in a charming tone, "You know who you are~" The curtain rises, as a speeding, stepping-down beat played d...
I survived Jury Duty ya'll! AND finished this chapter! 212,315 words. Essentially that is two full length novels (or one Gone With The Wind. :) ) in 16 months. That's how long I have lived with these characters in my heart and mind. And I've loved every minute of it. I hope you have as well. Your support has meant the world to me. So here it is! Here is th...
Prologue My business card is very discrete. It says quite simply Sebastian - Male Escort By appointment only Telephone xxxxxxxx For those unfamiliar with the term 'Male Escort', let me explain. It is a euphemism for a man who is a professional copulator, selling what is usually known as anal stimulation to his exclusively male clientele. Crudely put, a M...
The sky was a lifeless dome of swirling cotton, the same stark white as everything beneath it. It was drowning the world under a howling plague of white-winged locusts, blinding swarms that slowed my pace to a rumbling crawl. I'd found the highway somehow, heading south and east toward campus, on autopilot. I checked my rearview mirror every few miles for th...
*The following account is based on a true story* *** "How about this? I'll make you a deal..." Oh great, Tyler's "deals" were usually nonsensical scenarios where both sides of the deal completely benefited himself. "If you let me have the good bedroom, I'll let you touch my dick." What? Holy shit, where did that come from? He really was drunk. Okay, I h...
This story is a work of fantasy, though based largely on missed opportunities. It is categorized as Gay Male, but is mainly about exploring bisexuality in a MMF threesome, and includes heterosexual sex. This is my first time writing this kind of story, so I do apologize if it's not up to par. Still, I hope you enjoy my fantasy as much as I've enjoyed writing...