Author's Note: Gets a little extreme, with pissing and extreme cum play involved towards the end. Thanks for reading. *** Saturday morning. What strange, lucid dreams I had. I opened my eyes and immediately groaned, disgusted by the nasty taste in my mouth. My head hurt and felt like it weighed a tonne. As I stumbled up, I felt a little sick... and insan...
Party Pizzazz Ch. 02 by BJ Michaels If Tommy hadn't kept such a close eye on me all night at the party I would've ended up as a boy-toy for one of those rich men. That's what he told me afterwards in the car on the drive to his apartment. "Lucky for you I happened to overhear those five assholes bidding on you or you'd belong to one of them now," he said...
Chapter One "Of course you have a choice." Silas Collins sat there, assessing what was really going on here and whether everything was down the tubes for him. Yesterday morning he'd been in the Colombian jungle, just "that far" from seizing the daddy of all drug cartel lords, and now he was sitting in front of a desk, facing two suits and overlooking North...
I've got another series going but this is one I've had in progress for a couple of years. Sometimes you need to go back and finish what you've started. There's more to follow but I haven't decided how to shape the latter parts and where it's going to go. Those with suggestions can PM and I'll try to accommodate where it fits.. While fiction, it has elements...
"Where are we going?" Lonnie asked as Brandon missed their turn. Ricky squirmed in his lap, trying to look out the window. "And why did you bring Ricky?" Brandon cut his eyes over at his little man, before turning his attention back to the road. "It's a surprise." "Oh. I like surprises," Lonnie grinned as he looked up and down the street, trying to figure...
::Thanks so much to Niqqi_6 for editing <3:: Note: story contains nonconsentual themes. * My wife woke me up that morning by wrapping me in her arms and kissing me awake. I opened my eyes to find her nose just brushing against mine. "Good morning, Mr. McPherson," she whispered to me. I smiled back at her. "Good morning, Mrs. McPherson," I said grinni...
Sandro's Third Year [This is the final instalment of this story and takes Sandro up to the time of his graduation. Hopefully there will be a sequel sometime in which we take the lives of Sandro and Dom further. Thank you for reading this very long story. I hope to publish it eventually as a novel on Amazon.] Literary Note: Pietro Aretino (1492-1556) Ital...
GREEN BERETS AND JOCKSTRAPS PART ONE I had a bad feeling. Something was wrong. My Special Forces team stood ready and eager in the plane, about to parachute out the big cargo door over Pukudu Deme. But something is wrong! The moment they opened the C-130's big rear door, and I got my first view of the Pacific island, when the air rushed in with the heat...
"Are you lookin' for company, Doll?" I riled at being called a "doll." I turned and looked at the bartender who was leaning over the bar and smiling at me. He was a real swisher—wouldn't have gone out on the street up in Baltimore. But, of course, no one else in this dive would have, except me, I guess. I definitely was out of place in my pressed khakis and...
Wyatt Cooper spent several minutes figuring out why the young pole dancer on stage at Hershee seemed familiar. The young man being nearly naked and picked out by changing-color strobe lights had captured his attention and "where have I seen him before?" thoughts and put him off the hunt for a young guy among the patrons that had brought him into the bar. The...