Chapter Three The driving rhythm of the bass vibrated the walls of Elixir and the music spilled out into the street. The doormen seemed oblivious as one checked IDs while the other collected the five dollar cover charge. Jordan shivered as he waited in line. No doubt the others—Matt, Jessica, and Parker—were already inside, drinking without him. As the line...
I would like to start by saying I am new to writing so I hope you don't judge me too hard on my literary naivety. Nor am I experienced in Bondage or Master Slave relationships. This story is pure fantasy from my part and is about what I find erotic and stimulating. Please bear this in mind when reading the story. I hope you find it as stimulating reading as...
Brad was awakened when he heard Brent got up and use the bathroom. He was resting in his bed and was aware that Brent left the cabin. Brad looked out the window and saw that Brent was walking toward the office. Brad suspected that Brent was going there to see Josh and most likely have sex with him. Brad had recently wondered if the two of them had got togeth...
"You seem a million miles away. What has your attention—that newspaper or that Japanese maple out there? The tree is new, isn't it? Wasn't something else there before?" The questions came from Walker Sharp, the novelist, and Maxwell Ackerman's neighbor in the row of small, but very expensive, townhouses on Drayton Street, facing Savannah's thirty-acre Forsyt...
**This is my first submission - I'm open to any suggestions and comments anyone may have - I hope you enjoy it** *This story is a fantasy based on dominance and muscle in an older-younger gay setting. If this doesn't sound appealing to you, then don't read any further. All characters and story-lines are purely imagined and not based off any true facts* As...
(sound of boots on gritty pavement) You look worried. Don't be. Yeah, I'm queer enough for ya. You look nice. How old are you? Really. You look younger. (laughter) Well, I still ain't breakin' the law. The temptation's there, know what I mean? How much? I can swing a hundred. Yep. My wedding ring. Nope, not divorced. Not divorced. Don't want to get divo...
*My submissions may be sporadic during the holidays. I wish you all a safe and happy holiday season. Please keep your feedback coming. I hope you enjoy chapter 8* Chapter 8: Coming Around Rob's breath was hot against my neck causing me stir. He was snoring lightly and I rolled over to face him. Without warning Rob pulled me closer to him, nuzzling his nose...
Part of me expected everything to change once the afterglow faded, once it completely sank in that I'd left my wife at home to come unload my balls into a stranger I'd just met at the gym. I expected guilt, anxiety, or the sudden return of caution and reason. But none of it came. I felt relaxed, satisfied, and connected to this stranger, Dylan, in a way I ha...
As I drove slowly throughout the business park, my mind swirled with conflicting thoughts. What was I thinking? Was I really going to go through with this? Part of me just wanted to drive away and forget that I ever even seriously considered doing this? It's one thing to think about this type of thing as pure fantasy but something altogether different to do...
I was just finishing up in the shower when Sara came into the bathroom. "Ryan - there's a man downstairs with a recorded delivery. He says it's from your boss, and he's got strict instructions only to give it to you." "Oh fuck it! Sorry, love... what the Hell can that be? I don't usually get business shit delivered to the house," I said as I turned off the...