I want to thank everyone's encouragement. Please let me know if I should continue in the comments section. We are coming to the end of the Retreat so I may need to change the name, if I continue the series. Thanks-J *********************************************** Date Night We made it to our room and sat down in the chairs. We found the packets that were...
"Who knows? Not me. We never lost control." -- Kurt Cobain, from David Bowie I noticed the young doctor the moment he cautiously opened the kitchen door with his worn canvas duffel bag hanging over his slumped right shoulder. His eyes looked bright but tired. The best word I could use to describe him would be complex, or maybe distant, as if he was a bit...
As long as you can remember Careleon, has been a at war. Growing up you where trained to lead men into battle, and to fight with the certain knowledge you would face the enemy on the field. For a time, it seemed victory might be in reach, and the love of your people and respect of your family and courtiers grew with each triumph, yet on the even of another v...
Hello Readers: This may be the final installment of the Retreat. As always feedback is important and would like to hear from everyone in the comments section. ******************** The New Council Members I remember feeling someone slip into bed with me and being cuddled, however I do not remember opening my eyes to see who. He wrapped his arms around me a...
Thomas and Niko in the City of Trees - Chapter 15 — I won't say it's the absolute worst morning of my life, only because it sounds a little dramatic, and I tend to get pretty tired of superlatives after a while. But it's certainly up there. I hardly sleep the rest of the night. I don't think Thomas does either. I've never spent a night with him where he di...
The scene on day two was an abomination. Two, straight, virgin, Catholic teenagers touching each other's cocks. For both of us, it was the first time either of our dicks got attention from someone else. Nobody had wrapped their legs around me like this. God had sent floods over this sort of behavior. Luckily, bodies are only programmed to feel blinding arous...
Marty pulled his gray vest in tighter, trying to keep out the chill October wind. He had just finished up an eight hour shift at work in the local convenience store and was looking to get home to relieve a little 'pressure.' Working with attractive but unattainable women all day was starting to grate on his calm. What's more, he had to take the brunt of frus...
This story is dedicated to the memory of Samuel Richardson (1689-1761), in appreciation of his book Pamela, or Virtue Rewarded, the first novel about a girl who fights to get what she wants. [The sex in this story starts rather late, so be patient and enjoy the preliminaries first. The fun will eventually come.] ***** Chapter One Introductions My name i...
I was on a retreat in the woods for a weekend with the campus GLBT group. It was the final days of Indian summer and I really wanted to get away from everyone for a while and enjoy the warm weather before the cold came in, so I decided to go for a hike in the woods. I walked under the changing leaves through the receding underbrush. I started sweating a li...
All of his friends told Peter Townsend that he was crazy to buy the apartment in Cartagena, Colombia, in the luxury medium-rise building overlooking the ancient harbor, now yacht basin, as his retreat. But it was so convenient for him to sail his boat right up to the building's dock and whisk himself up to his retreat with its heavy security, and Cartagena c...