The Naked Llama is back and guilty of making his readers wait for the second chapter. I'm so sorry for making you wait for a long time. Spraying some love to y'all! "Remember the time that you made me look like a carrot?"Lancelot asked me while I was arranging his bowtie for him, scowling at me. How could I ever forget that day? It was almost three years...
OK. I'm pushy. I'm an abrasive, irritating, know-it-all. 'Asshole', I guess would be an appropriate - strike that, PERFECT - term for me. I'm that guy at the party you see talking in the corner, wearing a beatific smile of intellectual arrogance you want to beat into jelly. Then, as the evening wears on, I become louder and louder, drowning out everyone els...
My Gap Year. My name is Hamish Macbeth, apart from having a really crappy name, I have wild bushy red hair that's always untidy and needing cut, blue eyes which means I am in the one percent of the red haired population category, five foot eight and a wee bit in height, weight not too bad but could lose a few, or so, pounds. Not very outwardly going, always...
Oh God, I could feel his thick cock beginning to press against me. He had greased me with K-Y lotion all over my asshole and his cock, and now I was on my hands and knees about to receive him. His cock head slid against my ass cheeks, seeking that warm, special spot. He moved it upwards until it caught the my crack, and a slight gasp left my parted lips as...
When my dear friend Bok called me and said he had big news for our next coffee date, I had a pretty good guess at what it was. He would probably tell me that things were official with Corey, the guy he'd been seeing for the last couple of months. What I didn't expect was how the news would affect me. "Oh my God, Arnold, I can't get enough of his body. In th...
Jeremy reshouldered his bulky camera bag and wound his way to the back staircase that led to the basement of Wilson Hall. He had two hours free, and with luck the darkroom would be his alone during that time. He took a mostly forgotten stairway so he could avoid passing through the student publication offices. He wished that the basement didn't make him so...
A Hamish Macbeth Life Adventure. My Lakeland Holiday. This is purely a work of fiction. My name is Hamish Macbeth, apart from having a really crappy name, I have wild bushy red hair that's always untidy and needing cut, blue eyes which means I am in the one percent of the red haired population category, five foot eight and a wee bit in height, weight n...
To all of my friends and fans, I apologize for being absent so long, but I've been in the process of completely re-writing The Long Road, implementing a number of suggestions I received via feedback from you. There is more background story and character development as you will discover in this and subsequent submissions. The Long Road, from beginning to en...
We were already tipsy when my husband David and I crashed giggling through the front door of Charles and William's Laurel Canyon bungalow. No, on second thought, we were drunk. It had been the night of the company Christmas party. Having moved to LA only two months prior and knowing almost nobody in the city, I had to drag David along with me. He was, unders...
Tom walked down the passenger terminal with hurried steps. He knew he would be arriving slightly late to the departure gate and hoped that he would catch his transfer flight on time. His last flight from Paris had landed to Chicago late by more than 45 minutes and it had recessed his change time to only 30 minutes. It could be an impossible task, but he hope...