Chapter 8 Paul woke the next morning with the sun warm on his face and a mop of golden hair on his chest. He had that unsettling feeling of not knowing where he was. Suddenly, the fog of sleep cleared and he remembered what had brought him to this moment. Ace's slick skin, the irresistible scent of the oil and Ace's body, the impossible heat surrounding h...
Note to the reader: This story contains depictions of non-consent and reluctance as the lead character discovers his inner most desires. ***** I woke to the feel of Jackie's warm breath on my chest as she nestled into my shoulder. Her leg was draped across my pelvis. I was completely content and sexually drained. Her soft warm skin felt like heaven and I...
Remy La Croix parked his snow mobile in front of Jackie's Diner, cutting the engine. He smiled catching sight of the decorations in the windows, while getting off his machine, and tucking his helmet under his arm. Jackie always went over the top whenever a holiday came around, Valentine's being no exception. Small metallic cupids graced the corner windows an...
Hello again you lovely people! Thank for the great feedback on my previous story, here is the sequel! It doesn't do so well as a standalone so I strongly recommend reading The Circus first (if you haven't already). I've put the entire thing up in one go again so feel free to grab a beverage of your choosing and settle in for a slight darker tale this time...
***** Disclaimer: The characters in this story are not mine. I have no ownership over them or any of the other cast members or settings described. They are present in one of my favorite online games together, Heroes of the Storm by Blizzard. I do however find them to be incredibly sexy so I thought I would spin a yarn about their exploits. I hope you enjoy...
Disclaimer: this story involves the use of ecstasy and some cocaine, as well as playing off of some fetishes (like some light water sports). If this is not your cup of tea, please move along. This story is not based in any particular city, and any similarity in names of establishments are purely coincidental. The events depicted are based off of various mome...
Alright, new (Stand alone) Story to keep you guys busy while I finish the two series I have going now. I was kind of bored and was jumping around impatiently, trying to pick something to write. I started this one over a year ago and figured I would finish it since it was more than halfway done. I hope you like it, don't bite my head off if you don't. I prom...
GANYMEDE STATION PART 1: CHEYNEX CHAPTER 1. As I looked high overhead I was taken aback by the sheer number of stars. An entire galaxy spread into the vast blackness of space all around us. Even while I was rocked by the man underneath me, my head was a million miles away. Carson, one of many freighter pilots who stopped by this station, held me firmly b...
Chapter One: Paul The guitarist had been playing flamenco rhythms when I joined Ralph Peters, Sean Madden, and Holland Howard at one of the back tables in the Kennedy Center's small KC Jazz Club hall in Washington, D.C. I'd had a few stops to make after our practice of the Gay Men's Chorus of Washington at its P Street rehearsal hall just west of Dupont Cir...
Chapter 1 The sun sets on the flat, peaceful wadi of the Azawagh plain. There are no trees or mountains, hills or sand dunes in this part of the world, and navigation by day is ill-advised. The hot dry winds rolling over the beautiful flesh-colored sand flats cause my dark blue tent to billow lazily, carrying away the slender coils of smoke from my cooking...