Hello My Beautiful Readers! This will be the final chapter of my little story, but don't you worry. I will be writing a little epilogue for our favorite couple that takes place seven years into the future. I sincerely hope everyone enjoyed "The Slave and His Master" as much as I enjoyed writing it! Please let me know in the comments if you would like me to...
Chapter One I heard the question and groaned. First, it was four in the morning, second, she had been doing this all day, evening, and now it appears was continuing it in the early morning hours. My groan wasn't a satisfactory answer, so she asked it again. "Who is the hottest guy in the locker room?" Anne said again. "Can we please talk about something e...
Comments, critiques and tips are welcome. Before going into writing, I would really like to thank you guys for your great love. I really love you. Welcome to the 13th chapter of this intriguing and hot story. I just hope you guys will catch the fire because this chapter is fire itself. Don't forget to comment and rate this chapter. Enjoy... *** Miguel ha...
Sorry for the major delay in this chapter! It was a difficult one to write and it ended up being much longer than I originally intended. Thank you to everyone for their patience and I hope you enjoy reading it! :) *** Easter Sunday Nick's week in California had been hell. He had to stay in his brother's apartment (which was old and gross), he'd gone witho...
The sequel to Contraction. ***** "Your future is with me now." With those six words I became Cody's boyfriend and he became my saviour. Jenny and I were over. Two years of an incredible sexual journey had ended with threats and recrimination. I had been thrown out of the house I had shared with her for almost the entire relationship, and a cloud of humil...
Happy Hour So my friend Freddy and I were seated at the bar inside 'Swinging Dick's Saloon' and this gorgeous hunk-of-a-man approaches us and blurts out, "Which of you queen's wants to blow me?" I am taken aback by his brash crudeness but Freddy instantly becomes all giggles, raises a limp-wrist and squeals, "I do -- I do -- I do...." Good God, what a fla...
The road stretched on behind me, lost in the snowstorm, but I knew it was out there...a wailing beast, gargantuan and hungry, gnashing its way through the winter winds as its red-blue eyes flashed in the white, searching... A curt, heavy knock pulled me out of the dream, the same dream I'd been having for months. I opened my eyes to sunlit walls, cream and...
My wife and I had been invited to a friend's costume party in mid-June. It was a perfect night for an outdoor party. The air was warm, not too humid and the camp fires around the property kept the dampness and chill out of the air. There were people all over the place but the majority were centered around the pool and outdoor bar area. I had been talking wi...
Dear Readers, I sincerely hope that you enjoy reading this. It is truly a love story, so please hunker down and strap yourself in for some serious reading. For those of you who just like a quick romp, I'd like to apologize in advance and advise that maybe you try something new. It is always a joy for me to be able to express myself through my stories and an...
Reminiscences of a Grammar-School Boy By Jason Land These are the reminiscences of a working class, grammar school boy in the years immediately following the end of the Second World War in May 1945 in the industrial north of England. My name is Jonathan David Robertson and I was born in June 1936 so that in 1945 I was eleven years old. For those of my re...