I shouldn't have been surprised to see Gordon Fields standing next to the vintage Bentley when our plane floated down onto the tarmac at the Key West International Airport, but I was. It hit me then that I hadn't really given any thought to Theo Kline's invitation to visit him in Key West or to where life had taken him in the nearly two decades since that su...
I'd barely made it through a rough day in paradise. I had paperwork up to my eyeballs, and the ambassador was being a real bear toward the Country Team. He was being crushed in a vice between Washington, the Greeks, and the Turks over the latest failure of the Cypriot settlement talks to move just when the Greeks and Turks were both teasing us with the possi...
The August heat was getting to him, so was his loneliness. Throwing on a t-shirt and grabbing his running shoes, Jay closed the sliding door behind him. Starting down the familiar pathway he admired the sun as it began to set. He loved his evening walks, the same route every night didn't bother him, in fact he enjoyed the routine. Now however, he walked alo...
Authors note: This story is a work of fiction and should not be used as a guide to the lifestyle or techniques of the BDSM world. This story will have five parts. I will try to update once a week. This chapter is just a bit of smutty backstory. *~~~~* I walked around him, inspecting his form as my cock grew harder by the second, his beauty and submission...
"Break it up you two! Don't make me say it again!" Damn it! I was just about to knock his fucking teeth out! Stupid fucking cunt! I'm seething, teeth bared, fists ready. "He started-" I began. "Save it. Both of you clean up and report to my office immediately!" The tone of his voice leaves no room for argument so I pick myself up, glaring dangerously at...
This is a fantasy story set in a fictitious land and in a time of medieval sorcery. All characters depicted are 18+. Although this story is in a time where safe sex is not heard of I would always recommend the practise of safe sex. CHAPTER 2 -- The wrong boy Gulwan gingerly opens the heavy wooden door to the play room and looks round for Soltan. He muses...
I bowed my head as the judge stared down from his chair to me. "I cannot believe that somebody without any previous convictions could have snapped the way you did over one small comment," he began. "But sir..." I started to reply. "Silence!!" The judge roared. "No matter what he said, or did, you had no right to leave him fighting for his life in hospital...
As a serving soldier in Germany life could sometimes get a little boring so it was not unusual to go out and get wasted at the nearest bar on a Friday night. Like most of the lads I slipped into this routine and accepted it as the norm. Sometimes I thought it was a bit of a waste of time and I wondered if I might be a bit more inventive with my free time. I...
The airplane lazily cuts through the cloudy, gray sky like a bored knife through warm butter. The air is wet and cold. Windy. Inside the plane, the tacky orange carpet screams of gaudy 1960's. The bright, orange seats were plump and cushy. And the place had much more in common with a small 1960's party room/sitting room, than an airplane. The stewardess walk...
Two Worlds Collide Part 1 Ryndal This is the time of the year, where you feel the crisp chill starting to settle across the land. Not many elves appreciate the cold, but me, I love the cold; it reminds me that, though immune to time, I am mortal, and can die. It is also the time that you appreciate the beauty of the world as it starts to sink into a cold s...