Monday: I awoke, around 10:00AM, with a hangover from the Ambien, The vision of Beth's perfect ass was locked in my mind. That was a day I will never forget. I hit the shower, applied my hair remover and shaved. I cleaned myself out with the tool Beth left behind, brushed my teeth and packed up my belongings. I watched some ESPN and thought about my situa...
This story starts right where Not A Date chapter 3 ends. You may want to read NAD 1, 2, and 3, first. Alternatively, this can read as a standalone story. ***** POV - Ryan I woke up before Jake. It was amazing how child-like he looked when sleeping. I stared at him, and my heart lurched. Last night had been magnificent. More than magnificent, earth-tilting...
Waking up with a big rough hand other than my own down my shorts is always a little surprising. It certainly doesn't happen very often. Actually, it almost never happens. For some reason Nick can't resist my morning wood. In fact, he's always grabbing at my package when he thinks no one is looking. I think it amuses him to see how much it embarrasses me. B...
Foreward: This is a little different from my normal fare, but I thought I'd give it a try. It's a classic fairytale twisted and reimagined, and the structure might give you pause occasionally, but try to roll with it. All constructive criticism is welcome. If you read my blog, you've probably already seen this (I posted it in pieces earlier this year) but I...
WHAT I'M *NOT* LOOKING FOR IN COMMENTS/REVIEWS: *Critique/criticism of my writing style-I'm comfortable with my style (wordiness and all), so if you find it not to your liking, you're welome to try out something else. *Publication advice-I'm not trying to get published, so advice on how to make a piece publication worthy is not necessary. *Sarcasm or rude...
CHAPTER ONE A glance at his closet was all you need to know Mr. Marcus. There, hanging in fussy uniformity were his jackets, trousers, shirts, and even ties, various yet not too varied shades of gray. Flannel, tweed, corduroy - softened with age, defying passing trends. And yet, almost hidden in the back was a dress shirt, white with light blue checks, the...
CHAPTER 1 My name is Kevin Maitland; Kevin Connor Maitland to be exact. I live and work on what is usually known as the Near North Side in Chicago. For those of you who are unfamiliar with the geography of one of America's largest cities, Chicago sits at the south west tip of Lake Michigan. It is essentially a rectilinear city, with streets running either n...
HOW THE RIVER FEELS One -- A Concert to Remember Jack sat in the dim light, reading his program for the symphony concert, the first of the season. It was the first time he had been to a concert since -- how long? -- since before he and Karen had married. No, they went once or twice in their first year of marriage. Then, job, childbirth, moves, finances, al...
CHAPTER 1 Hi guys; my name is Jeremy; I'm a Chicagoan and I'm what is euphemistically called a Male Escort. Any guy who does not go around with his head in the sand knows more or less what I do when they hear that I am a Male Escort, but frankly I don't know where that expression comes from, for escorting, which implies accompanying someone somewhere, usual...
Chapter 1 - First Contact "Tyler! Snap out of it - you're staring again, and he's noticed!" Jack's voice whispered hoarsely in Tyler's ear as the hot water from the shower drummed across his back. There were just the three of them left in the shower now. Basketball practise had been over for more than half an hour and the most of the players were showered...