"Where to," the taxi driver asked. I gave him my address, and we were off to my apartment. We'd stayed for another couple of hours at the wedding, dancing and drinking. "That took longer than anticipated," Julian remarked. "Well, if we'd left right away after having disappeared together for twenty minutes, it may have been a bit tactless. Not to mention, S...
Copyright © 2013 Naoko Smith A special thank you to Sara Rasmussen, my previous editor, from whom I learned so much about better writing. Diolch yn fawr to Bramblethorn for kindly picking up the tales when Sara couldn't continue. Please leave comments and feedback for me so I know what works and what doesn't as I write up the rest of this story. This seri...
(This is my first story. Parts of it are true. If you like it, and you and you want to share your thoughts, stories, fantasies, pics, or more, please send me a message. I'll be waiting for you...) * I should have listened. When I told my friends that I'd been offered a prestigious apprenticeship with Chef Albert, and that I would stay in a room above his...
On his head was a coonskin hat and down below was a bush almost as thick as the fur hat on his head. And rising from that bush was a meaty tool that looked as long and thick as the raccoon tail hanging off his hat. Only it was hard and hairless. My eyes were popping from the size of that pole. If I had thought I was expected to take it, I'd have run out of...
His back was to me when I walked into the room and at first I didn't notice him among the others but, just as I lifted my eyes to the group, he turned his head and time was suspended for a moment as our eyes met, and then broke away, as if the glance had been casual. But of course it had been casual. He'd been gone for so long and we'd not kept touch. I hadn...
On my patrols I had seen him playing his guitar around downtown; in the plazas and parks with his case open for tips. Though tonight was the first time I saw him when I was off duty. I sat at the bar, sipping my hard cider and listening to him play. The bar often had undiscovered musicians perform on the weekends and I enjoyed the fact that this was the firs...
Wes Trapaghan has never had a grip of his life. After a nothing short of horrible childhood and a few tragedies, he's settling. After a content few years, the sight of a certain person causes bad behaviors and habits to spring up to the surface again. Read on to follow Wes through a series of emotional rollercoasters and realizations. Will he finally take co...
Disclaimer: Read at your own risk. If you get caught by your local law enforcement agencies while doing it, well, you are one unlucky fellow. Hi, I am not an author or something, but I guess you don't need to be one to write your own experience. Imagination is not unleashed in this, all facts. Hope you enjoy it. Do tell me if you like it otherwise. * I...
Fantasy Biker I get a kick out of cruising on my bike. Almost every weekend I'm riding the roads all around town. I usually ride alone, but at the end of my ride, I stop at a bar on the edge of town and have a brew or two before heading home. The place has its' regulars, but it's not a biker bar by any means. I shot a few games of pool with a couple of the...
I no longer recall what triggered the idea of this little story. First, it's not erotic. As usual, I was torn about which category it would best fit in. At the heart of it are the feelings of two men for each other, so I went with "Gay Male". If you're looking for a quick sexy read - this is not it. Although there's no sex, all the characters are over 18....