Thunder? Stampede? Earthquake? Ragnarök? No, man, it's the Disciples. The whole motherfucking gang. They're on their hogs, and they ride. Hair streams like sinister oriflammes. Naked biceps clench in leather jerkins. Fists twist throttles. Like a dust of diamonds sweat glistens on the tattoo tapestry. The Disciples roar through primeval forest, serpentinin...
Chapter 4: Dogged Determination Synopsis: With his powers seemingly exhausted, our narrator recruits help to keep Chase in his place. **************** I awoke with a throbbing headache. I felt hungover. The sun shining in through the room's many windows strained my eyes. As much as I just wanted to stay in bed, eventually I pulled myself up so that I coul...
"117 Londonderry Square, North West Edmonton. It's supposed to be around where the Namo/Clareview Shopping Centre is." Sure hope that man Dad was with left the key in the mailbox like that woman from the Lawyer's office said. Otherwise I'm gonna' be fucked for a place to stay tonight. Twenty minutes later the cab driver pulls into a townhouse development....
Description This is fiction so literary license allows for the omission of condoms, but our reality doesn't. Enjoy safely. Rick a tall well-built handsome entertainer catches the eye of his boss as he works at his night club. The man's lust consumes him and he conspires to twist him and make Rick his bottom. Despite the fact that Rick insists that he was a...
My name is Clivedon Wilhelm Van Der Hoeven, generally known to my family and friends as 'Clive'. I'm thirty-four and everyone tells me I still look twenty-one. Trust me; it's all in the genetics. My paternal grandfather died at eighty-seven and people were amazed to discover his true age in the obituaries. He looked fifty with not a line or crease on his fac...