Lukas stood there with the small towel barely covering him and looked at the amused faces of two guys sitting on a table having breakfast. Although their intention was now squarely focused on the red-faced hunk standing just a few meters away from them, body glistening from a mixture of sweat and lotion, muscles still standing out a bit from what must have b...
*Hello one and all, this disclaimer is a little longer then usual and I apologize. Through some technical difficulties, I managed to lose almost my entire 60-page manuscript of Poor Simon and I am now writing from memory so it will take a little longer and I want to thank you all for bearing with me. In the following chapter, there is gay content, emotiona...
Simon sat alone at the bar, and took a sip of his pint. Idly he glanced around the hotel bar, people watching. It was Thursday night, but he was down in London for two weeks with work, and so was alone. He'd gone out with the team from work for one after work, before everyone else headed home and he went back to the hotel. He didn't really mind working away...
Chapter Ten - Let's Make A Salad All right, at least he had managed to make the leather chair look decent after the online BDSM groups had supplied him with useful information on how to clean cum off leather. The best part was that he hadn't needed to call Mark to the rescue, and a tissue and some rubbing alcohol that he had luckily found in the small vanit...
The moon rises, full blown from beneath the silvery blue of sea and sky and casts Her lambent gaze upon the earth, Her child. No ripples disturb the tranquillity of the endless pool, no clouds stir to cover Her face with veils of gauze, the earth lies beneath, quiet, peacefully awaiting Her command. Deep below the calm surface the tide rises to answer Her c...
*Hello, this is a quick disclaimer from your author. This story contains gay material, and if you are okay with that, it also includes emotional turmoil, forced sex, and humiliation. You may think I am sadistic, but the next few chapters are a lot better, and there is some real love. Please tear it to shreds, and comment a lot, that way I can make future cha...
Micah lay in the bed of the motel room he'd rented and stared at the ceiling. It was time for him to get up and get ready to meet his cousin, but all he could do was remember the man, Simon, he met at the club two nights ago. The taste of him still tingled on Micah's tongue, as though he'd only fed from the man moments ago. He had never – never – tasted anyt...
** 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...
*Sorry again for the cliff-hanger, here is chapter nine of Poor Simon. All characters are 18+ One of my pet peeves is when characters on Lit stories get into terrible situations but everything is still happy and okay and the situation is light. When it gets dark in my stories, it gets very dark. You've been warned.* * I guess I expected it to be bigger....
* Hello and welcome to the sixth chapter of Poor Simon! All characters are 18+ enjoy! * I woke up when the green numbers on Master's alarm clock read 6:52. I stretched and yawned and rested, quietly basking in the memory of Master's lips touching my forehead. The warm feeling was quickly chased away by sick fear. I was going to see the Doctor today. I c...