Rick tried everything to forget about the past two weeks, which would most likely become the most devastating part of his life. But everything he did led him to unwanted nostalgia. The thirty-six-year-old man sat in the living room, the cold unadulterated silence influencing his desolation with its slow progression. Saturday night became an antagonistic remi...
". . . and I'll need to be at the Santiago de Compostela airport by eleven in the . . . are you getting this, Sean? Your thoughts seem so far away." "Umm, yes, Phil. You'll need to be at the airport by eleven tomorrow morning for the flight back to New York, so you'll have to leave here at . . ." "No later than eight. I know you aren't a morning person, so...
Derek leaned against the metal railing as his grey eyes passed over the crowded cafeteria. With the entire population wearing the same uniform he had to focus on faces in order to differentiate each inmate. His gaze paused once it reached a particular table, and a small smile tilted his lips. It was the color of his hair that made him easy to spot. It look...
Crashing through the undergrowth of the tropical trees in the hot, humid air, Kweku fought to understand where he'd gone wrong. It wasn't his fault that Nana Opuku Ware, the Ashanti King, favored him, a by-blow, over the son who would be king, Okyere. Kweku had overheard Okyere whining to the king, telling him that Kweku was revealing to the Dutch team cam...
Saturday, 13 September 1902, New York City "I do want to know how you came to this," Hamilton Chamberlain said. He'd laid the small pouch with the money on it on the table in the basement hideaway "gentleman's" club entered off an alley in the Chelsea section of New York City, but he didn't take his fingers off it. The room, with a stage at one end of it, w...
Nathan hung out with Jeff and his other flatmates for the day. He had been so focused on Ryan and Jack that it was nice to have a break and be normal for the day. They went to the pub for lunch and then watched some films. Before he knew it, the day was over and everyone was heading for bed. The next morning Nathan woke up for work. He panicked, remembering...
I could tell that Mr. Masters was nervous about this first meeting with the director and dance master at Arena Stage that afternoon. He had been peevish and snappish all morning—well, more so than usual—finding fault with everything and being detailed about the clothes he wanted me to lay out for the meeting and then rejecting them and upbraiding me for what...
"Look, there it is again," Jerrod said, turning his tablet around so that Kyle could see the screen. "It's the same cruise. And, look, it says they are prepared to be very generous, based on performance. I wonder what generous means." "I wonder what performance would mean," Kyle said, unwrapping the cashmere scarf from around his neck, rolling it up, and la...
All characters are over 18. This story contains bisexual and cuckolding activity as well as fetishistic name-calling. If you don't enjoy these things, this might not be the story for you. *** Porn seduced me early in life and, even as a married man, it commands part of my loyalty to this day. It happened that I became bored, or maybe just desensitized, to...
So, there I was -- a straight, 21-year-old college senior -- bent over the kitchen counter in the home of a 37-year-old married neighbor, getting my ass plowed for the very first time. Interested in learning how I managed to find myself in that position? Then READ ON! My name's Jim -- 'Swimming Jim' to my buddies -- and, as I'm sure you've already guessed...