All participants are 18 or over. ***** I walked into Vance's apartment building with wary trepidation. The last time I'd been here, my life was completely changed. I was drugged and unconscious in his apartment when the man called Vance tattooed the word CUMSLUT across my forehead. For a while, I had little memory of that night, but I sure had made some...
"Yes, hold just like that, please. You pose well." "As well I should," Philip answered as he put an arm up to lean on the frame of the door out to the balcony. All he was wearing was an opaque dress shirt, unbuttoned and gaping open, which was made even more opaque—luminous even—by the backlighting of the sun beyond the balcony of the eleventh-floor, Darlin...
*I have had the wickedest case of writer's block. I don't need to tell you. I think you're all fairly familiar with my creative drought. I was actually nearly done with Onus 08 back in August, and my laptop was stolen on the third. It took me a long time to rewrite, seeing as I didn't get a personal computer until September 01. I have no excuses for the writ...
** A note to readers: This is a fairly long story broken up into chapters, so there is no immediate sex. If that's what you're after then you're better off looking somewhere else. A word of warning- I am Australian and this piece is set in Australia, so forgive any differences in spelling, word choice or vernacular, or anything else that might seem irregul...
"How are you doing, Nikolai." Henstridge asked. "Good, I guess." "You and Clark are getting along?" "Yeah, he's been really great." "No fights since you moved in?" "Nope." "None at all?" Henstridge didn't seem to believe it. "No no fights..." "What do you mean by that?" "I mean that there haven't been any fights." Nikolai snapped. "No problems at...
This story was difficult for me to write. Not because there's violence or anger. I've done that before. Not because it's dark, although it is. This isn't the first thing I wrote that you weren't supposed to giggle or rub your way through. It has the good v. evil struggle that some writers explore, although I'm not sure, in this case, how good "good" is, or w...
Comments, critiques and tips are welcome. Hello and welcome to another hot chapter of this intriguing story. Thank you very much for everything and your great love. I really love you a lot. I just hope this chapter will be able to make you smile and laugh as you read. Don't forget to drop your comments and rates on this story. Feel the passion... *****...
This is the second of two stories about the early naval career of one, Kevin Pettifer, who aged eighteen, by dint of his own efforts, pulled himself out of a working-class dead-end existence in a northern English city and became a Petty Officer in the Royal Navy. Before reading this story, you should first read its precursor: The Making of a Gay Disciplinari...
CHAPTER 1 Matthew Makepeace laid his final brick of the day and, in his usual meticulous fashion, pointed off the excess mortar from the course he had just finished. When Matthew had finished a piece of work, there was never any need to go back and point the joints as he always left everything perfect. Matthew was, as you must now have gathered, a brick- l...
The buzz of my secret orgasm faded, and the last remaining dribbles of my sticky cum globbed up against the clumps of black pubic hair, mine and his, clinging stubbornly to the metal ring of the drain. I poked at the mess with my big toe until the lazy spiral took it down into the pipes below, and then it was done. I sighed and relaxed my muscles, my mind......