"There was a time when you believed in Magic," Lenore said quietly, all the while staring at me with those weird, gold cat's eyes of hers. "Believed in the land of the Summer people." I hated it when she sprang that old soul shit on me. Not only was it creepy as hell, but the last thing I needed was to have to worry about past lives. I was having a bitch o...
While living on the island of Cyprus, I developed quite a taste for young Turkish men. If you could get a good-looking, well-constructed Turkish guy before he got too far into his forties, you could almost guarantee you'd have something forceful, vigorous, straightforward, and good natured to play with. You also, quite often, would have a guy with a pretty h...
"He's your stepbrother?" Dev shouted as he pulled out of Raymond's ass. The last shot of cum landing on Raymond's left ass cheek. "You never mentioned a stepbrother! Are all your family members hot? Can I see a picture of your dad so I know what he looks like and don't unknowingly breed his ass?" "Yeah, the ass you just nutted in belongs to Raymond Hart, m...
Chapter Seven: Interlude Two As Abazar finished the melodious telling of his story, the golden youth, Michael was kneeling between his spread thighs and sucking on the bulb of his cock. Abazar's hands where playing in the curly blond hair of the beautiful youth, and he leaned down and kissed him on the head. Michael was in a haze still, having heard and ab...
It was getting close to when I had to commit to where I was going to go to college in the fall. I was leaning towards picking State and my mom was telling me I really needed to go for a campus visit. She suggested that I call Bruce, that she was sure he'd be happy to give me a place to stay and give me a campus tour. It had been over a month since the "night...
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This is one of a series of stories that revolve around the hand-rolled cigar and the men who use them, smoke them and make them, and it was inspired by the following paragraph- During the same period, cigar smoking had become so popular among gentlemen in Britain and France that European trains introduced smoking cars to accommodate them, and hotels and clu...
Quarantine by Pan 1: "What do you mean, a virus? That doesn't make any sense." "I'm sorry ma'am, but that's what the reports are saying. We have some of our best scientists out there, and the results are conclusive - it's a virus." "So let me get this straight," the commissioner said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You're telling me that the colony h...
Prince Samuel Fontaine deWeath awoke in a soft, comfortable feather bed, his bruised body caressed in luxury. He hadn't felt this contented and at ease since he'd been a boy in his father's castle, free to run in the sun and climb in the trees. He took a deep breath and released it, a smile creasing his bruised features. Moonlight pouring into the open wind...
The first time Adrian and Jamie kissed was a total accident. A few weeks before, Jamie had decided it was time for him and Adrian to start a band, since, as he pointed out, they were eighteen and pretty soon would graduate from high school. "If we don't start a band," he pointed out in that Southern drawl of his, "we'll have to work for a living." Adrian d...