A NEW PERSPECTIVE ON CLASSIC LITERATURE Editors Note: The connection to classic literature here is too obvious to comment upon. The writer is clearly attempting to reinterpret the literary novel from an altered perspective, striving ineptly to capture something of its original ethos, language and philosophy, hampered only by his inadequacies and authorial i...
:: Robby :: I couldn’t believe that I was a nervous wreck. Why, you ask? Mike’s coming home today. After ten long days in the hospital, he was coming to my house, to finish his recuperation and to hide out until we could catch Conrad Bass. I had cleaned the house from top to bottom and had the guest room prepared, secretly hoping that it would never be used...
We had begun building a dungeon in the basement of our 1740s townhouse, had used it a few times, and were acquiring a decent collection of toys and equipment. My boyfriend/partner/lover/husband (I'm never sure which term to use) and I were drawn together in part because of our sexual preferences and predilections; finally I'd found someone who was comfortabl...
It was the next morning; I awoke with a slight hangover and Jack sleeping with his arm on my chest. I tried to move to go to the bathroom and woke Jack when I tried to move his arm. Jack arose and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. I went to the bathroom and Jack yelled there were extra toothbrushes in the drawer, so I took one out after I had pissed, found...
It's the last Saturday before Christmas at 4:50 and almost the end of reconciliation hour, and also very nearly the last night of a life I've idealistically thrown away twenty years ago. Most of the congregation has stopped coming to confession entirely. I've only had 2 people in the last 2 hours. I'm sick of listening to the same confessions by the same unr...
This is part 1 of a series. If people enjoy this I will continue posting the rest of the story. ***** I am on all fours, my thong-clad ass perkily jutting up into the air. I can feel the oil he's poured over my body begin to drip across my shaved, bleached asshole. He runs his calloused hands across my body. Partially he's doing this to spread the oil, b...
Jeff and I had been hanging out for about six months. We didn't live together but we might as well have. We spent a lot of time together when we were able. I am a photographer and I frequently am on the road doing shoots. Jeff is an engineer and has to travel once or twice a month. When we found ourselves at home, we usually were together. We never planned...
First a caveat; I am not gay, although after reading my story, you will probably disagree. Prior to the experience I am shamefully recollecting here, I have never been with a man, I have never wanted to be with a man, and I assumed I would never be with a man. My marriage is above average and I have two great kids, a good job, and am working to build a nice...
On the other side of town Sheriff Carter and Will have found the only other room available. They are soaked through to the skin after spending a couple of hours going from inn to inn. Again the room only has one double bed, Carter looks at it and sighs. "Well looks like we'll be bunking up together then," he says to Will. "Yes sir," Will replies, not at al...
It had been a long night. I should probably gone home after spending the evening celebrating my birthday with my best friends, John and Travis, but one thing lead to another, and well, now here I am watching down the sketchiest street in town. Actually, I've just left a rather non-descript building on that sketchy street. In that building I saw, and partici...