I didn't think I'd ever understand why anyone would chose to kill them selves. To me every day was a struggle to stay alive and I worked damn hard to be able to live! For a moment I wondered if I would ever get to the point in my life where I would give up. I picked up one of her blankets and folded it gently in my arms. I guess I was kind of annoyed that...
Disclaimer: This story is a work of pure fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental, and no harm or slanderous intent is implied or intentional. Other than that, the usual discl...
The three of them were sprawled out on the richly patterned Oriental carpet on the rise of the sand dune with the vista of the pyramids of Giza stretching out before them—and beyond that the Nile and beyond that yet the teeming city of Cairo, the sun shining on Cairo, giving it a false sense of cleanliness and purity. Below the dune behind them buzzed a phal...
I was sitting in a rental car outside a large Queen Anne house. The rental was something small and economical, I hadn't really had the inspiration to look for something I'd enjoy driving, so I picked one of the unfamiliar models with a nasally whine to it. The house was very familiar though. Very little had changed about it since the first time I'd seen it,...
* Doug * As it turns out, there are eleven of us crammed into Todd and Aaron's living room for the read-through on Thursday evening. Larry, Daniel, Shawn, and Tom are all squeezed together on the sofa. Nicki and Joseph perch on chairs borrowed from the dining room table, across the coffee table from Todd's massive armchair throne. Aaron, Ben, Tiffany, and...
by K. Nitsua. Newly revised version copyright 2014 by the author. AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the fifth and, so far, final "Steelman Tale." Readers will once again recognize characters from past stories in this series, though, like "Class Reunion," this is not a sequel. DISCLAIMER: Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental. * Fro...
When you live in a small market town, coming out in your teens isn't an option unless you relish the idea of being ridiculed and bullied. I had known I preferred guys since I had become a teenager and now of drinking age, had two circles of friends made up from guys I went to school with and some I grew up with around my neighbourhood. Of course we are talki...
Rally the Troops If I'd been more awake, I'd probably be amazed at the engineering that went into making Cory's cat—the amount of irritation Lola was able to produce was far greater than the sum of her tiny furry parts. I woke at the asscrack of dawn, for the fourth time since I went to bed, to a small paw batting at my nose and her small, but insistent,...
Bathhouse Bang It was an uninspiring entrance. All there was to indicate the location was a metal grill in a cement brick wall between shop windows. No sign, no indication of what lay behind the secure doorway, no target for those prejudice fools who inhabit every society. I pushed the metal door and it opened, a bell sounded it's electronic warning above m...
Thank you all who have been reading and following along. I always appreciate getting feedback. It helps with becoming a better writer and it's always an ego boost, so feel free to reach out. I will always respond! The usual spiel: This isn't a stroke story, (more porn with plot.) Be warned, it's very long. 33+ chapters, which is why it was originally publi...