Like all of my stories so far, this follows a young man who is turned out by an older man. This does not follow any previous story but it may start its own line depending on reactions and comments. P.S Sorry for my absence and I hope this makes up for it. ***** College, what a time to be alive where you can go somewhere to get drunk and party and then end...
Tag is so much more understanding about my confession than I could ever have hoped for. With the sun beginning to set, he's still allowing me to spill my guts, no laughs, not a single negative comment about my deepest, darkest desires. "Here yeah go Robbie, kill it, I've had enough, my throat is burning like all get out." The last of the joint is passed, b...
Part 1: Called to Account I got to read the text shortly after we'd arrived for our first night of the 5 day conference. I was tired and irritable, wondering what the hell I was doing there. This wasn't my usual work function. I was used to the anonimity of the office desk and monitor. But for some reason the boss, Jim, thought I needed to "widen my horizon...
Being a student is quite hard in this country now days, trying to do well in your studies and trying to balance a job also. Let us be honest we all know how wild parties can get in the student union bar and in the dormitories so I hear. "This is the best times of our lives" where we should be experimenting with drugs, drinking until we pass out and discover...
It was an odd sound coming through the paper thin walls, a strange metallic whir and then a loud, distinct click. It was a sound that seemed to repeat several times during the day and then simply stop. If anyone cared, they might wonder if it was perhaps a ceiling fan about to break down, or maybe a refrigerator about to expire, but nobody cared. Jay lived...
It was getting late one night when I received a text from my Master "Bitch put your anal plug in your ass and get over here NOW!" I jump up out of my chair and ran to the bedroom and pushed my jeweled anal plug in my ass pulled my shorts up and drove to his home. It is a beautiful full moon warm night. I drive to Master's home and get out of my truck. I op...
Comments and critiques are always welcome. Please do not forget to read the first chapter if you haven't already. ***** Round and round his fingertips went over the rim of the glass. His gaze was glued to the drink, going over what just happened a million times in his head. He couldn't get over it; neither could he tackle the awkwardness he'd created. The...
Waltz In The Dream Atarah sits in her hut as she dips a handmade brush into a vial of octopus ink, and paints onto a large leaf with different symbols and elaborate designs. She presses her brush to her chin as she ponders for a moment as to how or what to base her next project on. It's been a while since a merfolk showed up in her river, seeking help, and...
Chapter 14: A New World Adam stashed a couple of sandwiches into his backpack before slinging it over his shoulder, and walk out of the kitchen. "ADAM! JAMAL! COME ON OUT HERE!!" Yuri yelled out from outside. "Urrrrgggggghhhhhh" The black male groaned as he held his head, sitting at the kitchen table with a mug of coffee, trying to get over a hangover f...
Author's Note: I suppose most of these notes are self-evident, but I include them here to circumvent getting comments about them later. I've read many a story where the comments section has left me scratching my head; it's always a good reminder to me that, just because an author puts something in a story, it doesn't mean (s)he endorses or agrees with it. A...