Things were going well, both at home and with Will. Our new office in Chicago was growing nicely, which meant I got to make the trip there a couple times a month. Which meant Will and I got to see a lot of each other. Sometimes we were slow and gentile while at other times we were raw and animalistic. Sometimes we made love and other times we fucked. We even...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consentual or reluctant sex. * Colby Peters looked up as Jack Prescott owner of the firm Westcom passed through the office on his way to the emergency board meeting. Although he gave Colby a smile Colby could clearly see that he was worried, orders had been drying up recently. Colby, the youngest of the tele...
Watching the phone just doesn't make it ring. What it's doing is making my stomach ache, my mind run rampant with worry. Imagination is a real pain in the ass sometimes, all the crap that creeps in, doubt, anxiety, speculation, it's all just way too much. I'd expected my spring break to be fun, maybe relaxing sorta. What's happened over the past few days ha...
Hey y'all, Don't forget to vote and comment below! I would love to say that comments are more important for me than votes however. Thank you so much, and enjoy! ***** Chapter 2.9 The Search "Nate, we don't have to move if you don't want to." "It's for your safety Tim. I can't afford to lose you again." I blushed a little before I finished my om...
This is my first submission, please be gentle. :) I welcome constructive criticism and feedback. Thank you for taking the time to read my story: Jet Lagged. * I slowly open my eyes and look at the time. 1:14am. Of course. Because it was 6:14am in Casablanca. I would be up with the rising sun, possibly having coffee on the veranda right about now. Instead I...
Encounters with Evil © Copyright jvaughn, 2013. All rights reserved. Copyright violators will be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law. * Tigger focused carefully, squinting at the glass in his hand and willing his muscles to behave as he set the drink down slowly. In spite of his effort, he misjudged the distance and vodka and orange juice sloshed...