My boss, Byron Powers, was a good looking black man who had risen through the ranks of company much faster than anyone before. He ran marathons, worked out on a regular basis (he even had a portable gym in his office) and and as far as I know had his fill of all the pussy he could ever desire. I liked Mr. Powers. He had an easy going manner and his employe...
Chapter One Like the men who made suicide is in my genes. The temptation was too great for my great-grandfather, my grandfather, and my father, having lured all three to the other side. Theories abound as to why. No one knows for sure. I think it's because there was too much dissonance between who they really were and who they pretended to be. We all prete...
All characters contained within are entirely fictional; any similarity to any real or fictional person living or deceased is totally unintentional. Do not read this story if you do not enjoy reading about consensual sexual activities of an exhibitionist nature. Otherwise read on...... SUNDAY 10TH JANUARY 2010 Dear diary, this feels very strange indeed! I...
One If nothing else, this new health craze was having a positive effect, even if it was in ways not originally intended. Of course I had been getting more than enough exercise in and out of bed. I'd had more sex in the last six months than I had in the previous ten years put together. That combined with the fact that my partner frowned and fussed every time...
Dom and Sandro Pt 01 [This story continues the saga of three gay couples, David and Jon Singleton-Scarborough, Tom Appleton and Luke Singleton-Scarborough, and Dom Overton and Sandro Mascagnoli. All the characters in the story are imaginary, although some of the main characters are models of the sort of person that I would like to be. Some places and inst...
Chapter 1 It all started on an unusually balmy autumn Chicago day near the Buckingham fountain replica in Grant park. Jeff was polishing off the final greasy bites of a Vie-enna chili cheese polish sausage, hurrying because he had only seven minutes remaining of his stingy half-hour lunch, when a figure sped by on a bike. Merely a flash he barely saw, but...
CHAPTER 14: PULLING THE DEVIL'S TAIL By Sadie Rose Bermingham © 2006 ATONEMENT: Rayne woke up alone, which of late was so unusual that he took his time to assimilate and appreciate the space in which he found himself. He felt groggy and in need of a good long shower but he was not as sore as he dreaded he might have been. The bed was large and clean and...
Time seems to go by so quickly. It was almost a year that I moved out of my mom and step-dad's house, but it seemed like just yesterday. After graduating from college, I returned home to the Detroit suburbs. I got a job fairly quickly as a computer tech. The company I worked for sold PCs and custom software to small and medium-sized businesses. I did diagno...
My best friend Adam's parents had gone to Atlanta for the weekend and we were watching a porno flick in their living room. We'd known each other since we were five and at twenty we were best friends, always in and out of each other's houses. Adam's brother David had married a few years earlier and now Adam was the only one left at home. His father owned a on...
It was a cold and blustery Saturday in November as I stood on the rolling grasses of the hill. The cold breeze stirred my hair as I looked down at my feet. A single rose, deep red, was clenched in my hand. I brought the flower to my lips and kissed it before setting it on the marble marker in the ground. It read: Lillian MacDonald, beloved wife and mother....