Note: This story involves a character of mine named Lazarus. Now, Lazarus is normally 16 years old. However, this story takes place two years in the future, so he’s 18. Mainly because I don’t write child porn; that’s completely gross. I also made a boo-boo about where he’s from. In Twilight on Dreamworld, I mention that he’s Taiwanese, but that would suggest...
The Knight pulled his destrier to a halt, the sounds of crying and pleas for clemency reaching his ears. He glanced back to the wagon that followed him. Ratafian was already leaping down, the thin, black-clad man reaching for the knives he wore at his belt before vanishing into the trees that lined the road. The Knight nodded, Ratafian would cut off the corn...
Author's Note: With apologies for the delay, there will not be that long a gap again and to confirm, I know some readers think that this story has "dragged on", but the intention behind this story is to look at a relationship that evolves and changes over many years! Thank you for all your comments. == From Sebastian's POV == Rory stepped into my car as...
"Oh my fucking God! All this time I thought you were fucking that little assistant of yours but... holy fuck." She murmured then started laughing uncontrollably. "The joke's on me huh?" She observed Thomas' dumbfounded expression and completely lost it again in a fit of laughter. "Oh, you thought I didn't know you were screwing around didn't you?" She first...
Hey there fellow Litsters! This is my first (and probably last) attempt at Gay Male. The inception of the story happened when a female author friend of mine (who adores this category) placed a bet with me that a straight guy (namely me) cannot write a Gay story. Here is my attempt at proving her wrong. I look forward to your comments and feedback here. It...
I was finishing up the dishes when I looked through the window over the sink and saw Joe in the backyard. He was tugging on the new tire swing I'd attached to the old maple tree in the back yard as a surprise. He looked concerned, as he tentatively leaned his weight against it, and I chuckled to myself at his unease. I ducked my head and watched as he steppe...
(I had just finished fixing a wobbly desk in some important prof's swank office. I smile at the realization the desk repair was not a big a job as I thought it would be. I had quoted the prof four hours, but had only taken two. That meant two hours with nada to do. I looked around hoping to find a way to amuse myself, when all of the sudden I notice this boo...
*** Liam *** I stood by the side of the grave, staring at my mother's casket, draped in flowers. For some reason, I couldn't cry. I'd been inconsolable when my dad died, but now, my cheeks were dry. Of course, she'd been sick for years. I guess at this point, I was just glad she didn't hurt anymore. The pain, never ending, heart wrenching pain, had been so...
Hi there! This is my first story of here so please be kind and enjoy. I have decided to put the whole thing up in one go so grab yourself a cup of tea and settle in! It is a long story (a novella if you will), with plenty of characterisation so be patient please. There will likely be a few sequels/spinoffs all things going well. I did work hard on this so...
Chapter 8: In a Grain of Sand The ride home gave me far too much time to think. About Sid and Alan. About boinking. I started to fret. What will finally happen when we get home? Will I chicken out? Can something that big fit into such as small hole? Even worse-- what if Sid changed his mind? Gravel crunching under the tires of Alan's Olds told me we'r...