This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters, locations and the world in this story belongs to the author and copyrig...
I was a young man, age of 19, sent straight to the Afghanistan war with the army to fight for our country. Met a dark skinned, dark hair, dark eyed, middle aged sexy beast. He went by Nate Rodriguel. As usual all the crew wore the same tan uniform with dark grey boots, laced in black, tied ever so neatly; something about how Nate wore his uniform caused me t...
I woke up to the sound of Clive whistling in the bathroom. Then I panicked. "Hell, what time is it?" shouting loudly as I made a quick grab for the smartphone to see the time. I was shocked when I realised it was under two hours before our guests arrive. Screaming madly out to Clive, "why didn't you wake me up?" Within a moment I was in the shower with Cl...
The quiet and loneliness was driving John Sandles to distraction and he couldn't bear being in the house for any longer. Not that he was in an actual house. He'd been working on the room extension of his house on Sligo Creek nearly where the creek fed into the North River at the foot of the Appalachians to the west. The nearest town to him was Mount Solon, V...
This is a work of fiction, and as such the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is your obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily. I hope you enjoy my work, and if you have any comments, or ideas that may in...
((Just a quick little story that I needed to get out of my head. I am splitting up the AU chapters and expanding as well as fixing up Starcrossed 3. I wrote this during class this afternoon. Yes, I know it wasn't Iraq that flew the plane into the trade center. I am also not a raciest or against religion. My stepbrother is Muslim and an immigrant from the mid...
Part 2: In which I consider leaving Luis and going solo... As I told you last time, I'd acquired a manager to market my sexual expertise. Then there was a week when Luis leased me out, or maybe traded me -- I never learned the full details, to a massage parlour called 'Le Homme Libre'. When I protest I know nothing about giving a massage he laughs. The clie...
Is it really a new beginning for everyone? 8===> Derek and Lacy were only a few weeks into wedded bliss, when the first of several traditions with the three of us would begin. I had been invited...no, more like ordered...by Lacy to come over for a home cooked meal on a Wednesday night. At both their urgings, that soon became an almost standing thing every...
This goes without saying, but this story is a work of fantasy. Consent is sexy. * I don't remember how I got here. All I remember was meeting two guys at the bar, they bought me a shot, and then... things went dark. Did they drug me? All I could say for certain was that I now I had a bag over my head and my arms attached to a metal rod at the head of the b...
"I told you she would love you," Jackson said as we got back to my apartment. I opened the door let myself fall onto the bed. I was stuffed with food. "Your mother is lovely. I was just nervous, ya know," I explained. We had just had a rather late Christmas dinner with his mom. It was actually already New Years Eve. Jackson fell beside me and sighed. It se...