Thank you to everyone for reading, voting and/or commenting. I feel obligated to warn this chapter deals with abuse. It is not graphic, nor is it my goal to offend. If you are easily triggered, then you may not find this chapter to your liking. Klastbreath you are my bossy pink flying hippo, turtle kisses and hippie hugs. Ladyshellie graciously beta read fo...
Authors note: Hey guys! I just wanted to post a quick thank you for all the lovely comments and feedback that I have received on my story so far (and on my other stories too) – I really appreciate it! This is the penultimate chapter to this series and the final chapter should be up by next week. Pretty please don't panic or hate me after reading this third i...
AUTHORS NOTE: This story has been written as part of the IN A SUNBURNED COUNTRY Story Event organised by Chloe Tzang. So, firstly, thank you Chloe for taking the time and effort to organise an Aussie flavoured event. As it supposed to have an Aussie flavour I've used Aussie-English and included a GLOSSARY OF TERMS in the Afterword so if there is something y...
*I have had the wickedest case of writer's block. I don't need to tell you. I think you're all fairly familiar with my creative drought. I was actually nearly done with Onus 08 back in August, and my laptop was stolen on the third. It took me a long time to rewrite, seeing as I didn't get a personal computer until September 01. I have no excuses for the writ...
I got out of the shower and stared into the mirror as I dried my hair. I wasn't anything special, my chest was flat, my rib cage was showing towards to middle of my torso and my abs where as plain as could be. I didn't see what drove Jon crazy about. My dick was an average 4 inches soft, hung gently over my balls. I wondered what I could look like with a cou...
This story has scenes of mild domestic violence and hurtful language. If this is a trigger for you, you may want to consider skipping this story. The number of the domestic violence hotline with operators available 24 hours is: 1-800-799-SAFE (7233) * Simon "Well, have you found ya' a big one yet?" My mother questioned in her Brooklyn accent. No matter h...
One of my best friends, Scott, was pissed at me. My fiancé, Liz, was pissed at me too. But they were pissed for very different reasons. Liz, my fiancé, or more accurately, my former fiancé, had just seen a side of me that was apparently dormant and that she sure didn't like. While we were in the midst of working through why our sex life had collapsed, I wa...
Nari and I met with Stephanie in a coffee shop in Greenwich Village. She had hair as black as the darkest night and was disheveled in a manner that looked is if were deliberately styled to look that way. Nari referred to it as the "just got fucked" hairstyle. She had pale skin, which stood out in sharp contrast to her dark hair, black eyeliner, black t-shi...
David lay on the dishevelled bed exhausted and still sweating after his recent sexual encounter with a man called Raymond. His hole was leaking semen onto the bed sheets. The sheets also gave off the aroma of anal mucus. This did not perturb David as he was deep in thought about the man he had served. He thought there was room for improvement in his sexual i...
Chapter One: Kazan to Novorossiysk As soon as he had seen the truck convoy start to pull into the courtyard of the makeshift main building of the Imperial Military Academy, Pyotr dropped the weights he was working with in the exercise yard and loped down the slope and through the grove of trees that bordered one side of the river park on the rise above Kaza...