This is a work of complete fiction, obviously. Don't think that any of these characters are based on any other fictional works, or on any real events, people, or occasions. Thank you for reading this short acknowledgment. Now enjoy the story. The moon shone done on the earth with a harsh glare. The wind tore at the trees, trying to rip every last leaf from...
Their bedroom's available light subdued by thick closed drapes, Don stirred from a deep slumber, awakened not by sound, it was a quiet Sunday morning. His heavy eyelids fluttered open, momentarily remembering the dream of being on a raft surrounded by water. The urgent need to pee painfully prompted the naked man to awaken. Curled up next to his man, he sw...
This is the third installment in the Reunited - 44 Years Later. For the reader to fully understand the tale, it is recommended you read the first two parts. The writer reserves all copyrights to this and the previous submissions. Reunited - 44 Years Later: Power of attorney Part 1 Robert and Patrick did make love that Sunday night. They had made decision...
This undoubtedly was the best suite in the Denver Westminster Marriott Hotel, a sixth-floor corner suite facing the Rocky Mountains Range, with floor-to-ceiling glass wrapping around from the front to the side wall. The effect made me feel as if the bed was hovering over the northern cityscape of Denver, Colorado, with the Rocky Mountains looming in the back...
The air is filled with the scent of sweat; the combined efforts of the gathered devotees, the tang of oil and the sounds of the clank-clank of steel on steel and the beat of the rhythmical music in the background. I've been watching you for a month now; I'm on a treadmill running; you, at a free weight stand doing reps. Your face is intent on the series; yo...
Note: This is was drafted in response to a writing prompt It's absolute crack. What exactly was the prompt? "Cut from the curling team, Jacques thinks he has nothing left to live for. Marco thinks Jacques is right -- but there's nothing that says waiting for death has to be unpleasant...There you go, champ. Have at it. For extra points, work in sci-fi marine...
All the characters involved in sexual activity in this story are over eighteen. Trigger warning: there's a little bit of reluctance involved. This is my first, so please try to be gentle. Don't be too soft though, I like things a little hard. ***************** "Someone help me." The desperate cry pierced the night. I had been pulling back my coverlet, abo...
Hey ladybugs and gentlebeetles. My first story . . . Hope you enjoy, please leave comments. Wiggly kisses to you all TickTockTokoloshe ***** Nobody really remembers their birth. I do. But I'm guessing that my birth was not what one would call common. There were three main differences between my birth and a human one. Firstly, I was not born of wo...
I knew as soon as I was coming close that I should not go on—that there was nothing to go on for. At first I sensed it; everything was too quiet. None of the small animals and birds were about, and the bushes themselves seemed to be holding still in fear. And when I came closer, I could smell it on the air—the fear was there, but also something else. Nothing...
I started a brand-new job at COCO Beach Florida. My wife and I moved into a two-bedroom apartment not too far from my new office. I must have lifted something wrong in the move because I developed a lower-back pain. One of my co-workers suggested I met a friend of hers that was a masseur. I laughed it off, but each day the pain worsened. The pain was worsene...