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...
Bottom-Slayer: 1st Bottom Slain Summary: A black stud learns white boys are great bottoms. Note: A special thanks goes to Estragon for editing my work and for providing assistance in a crucial scene in the story. Note 2: Of course, all participants are 18 years old! * BOTTOM-SLAYER: 1st Bottom Slain PROLOGUE: Now let's get something straight (pardon...
This had been a church once, although to what god Aiden wasn't sure. The roof was shot through with years of abandon and months of shelling. It was night outside, but there was a strange orange glow that passed through the gaps in the roof and provided just enough light for the statues to loom out of deeper shadows, hands outstretched. Aiden wanted to just g...
Already in senior high school, I was fantasizing about my teachers. Especially the not so young ones, in their fifties or so. Mating with a mature male, this was the most extreme sexual experience I could possibly think of. For many years though, I never considered doing it for real. It happened that older men would cast unambiguous looks at me now and then....
[This is a completed six-chapter novella that will finish posting by the end of February, 2020.] "Don't worry about that shed, Pa," Cal said. "I've already talked to them up at Milo Mather's mill, and they should deliver lumber for a new shed sometime while I'm gone." "Lumber? While you're gone?" Old Henry answered. He was sitting on the front porch of the...
** Note to Readers** There is a confronting incident at Jamies work, which can upset some. ***** So I'm going on a holiday it seems. My mind was wondering back through the events of the past 48hrs - married, now divorced; sad, now happy; career kicked in the can, again... Argh!... Managing to get my ass reamed by the ex-father in law, just another opport...
I don't know how long he'd been sitting there, across from us, in Washington, D.C.'s, Union Station waiting room before I saw him. Denise was off, checking out the shopping concourse because she couldn't sit still for the two-hour wait before we could board the Capitol limited bound on an eighteen-hour, one-night run to Chicago. The senator was pacing an ei...
It was like there was some sort of invincible band of fifteen feet surrounding the group of three who were sitting, looking somewhat bleary eyed, at a table in the center of the smoky bikers' bar on the edge of the town of Hot Springs. It wasn't the table that provided the isolation, because Paul and Thomas had been given the same wide berth when they had...
I don't have an editor, so if you find any errors you must first take into account that I am British and spell things in UK English ie. "centre" rather than "center". Anything else is just laziness on my part and must not be tolerated. *** The Council of Elders had convened for the first time in five hundred years. Representatives of all the nations of t...
"Good evening, sir, what can I get you?" "Vodka and tonic." "One vodka and tonic coming right up, sir." My customer was an attractive man with salt and pepper hair and yet he didn't look physically old enough to have almost totally grey hair. Handsome, he was tanned with a tight muscled frame, probably just under six feet. He was too rugged and masculine...