(This story is a sequel to "A Christmas Tree Scent"; but both stories hold up on their own. Enjoy!) *** Crack. A stick breaking! I darted around, with the obvious conceit of being some sort of powerful prey animal, claws aloft. Stillness and silence. Okay, I broke the stick. That was just me. I continued, already feeling a little ridiculous. Maybe thi...
Growing up it was always just me and Daddy. My mother left us when I was an infant and my Father never forgave her. He never forgave women at all, and avoided them as much as possible. Daddy was a religious man, and held many traditional attitudes and the roles of the sexes. He believed that men were superior to women, and that the inherent God-given right...
Jake and Andy stepped into the dark hallway, they took carefully one step at a time. They didn't know what to expect so vigilance was of the essence. When they had taken a few steps in the hallway, they heard a noise behind them. The door closed and locked itself, so much for playing carefully. A second later the hallway was lit up by some dim lights in th...
So while we were fishing Jim and I puzzled over what and how we would tell our wives about our totally unexpected, uh...adventure. We also slowly came to the conclusion that while we definitely were not interested in chasing men, we also definitely were up for a rematch and whatever label that put on us was OK. By the end of the day I also told Jim that I...
Note: This story is a sequel/spinoff of my other story 'The Lunar Life'. While it is not absolutely necessary to have read that beforehand to understand this, it is highly recommended. If you are not a fan of sci-fi, I would appreciate if you gave it a shot anyway. It's not 'Star wars' sci-fi, more 'dystopian future' sci-fi. Hey guys, I'm back with the requ...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes. *.* Stephen Hebert looked out the window at the courtyard of the Academy. From his third story window, he had an unobs...
A little tale of first love or at least first obsession. All characters are over 18. Thanks to LarryInSeattle. =========== "What's the problem, Rich? You forget where the exit is?" "No, coach. I was running over the mistakes I made in practice and telling myself to get started on my Freshman English composition." Rich mentally congratulated himse...
AUTHORS NOTE: This is a story about bisexual encounters including a pretty gay. ***** A SURPRISE DISCOVERY Bert Jennings arrived home much earlier than normal as he had a black tie affair to attend later that Friday evening. Upon entering his modest three-bedroom house, he headed upstairs to shower, shave and put on his tuxedo. Reaching the top of the sta...
Note: After a small spate of discontented comments, anonymous of course, for the first chapter, *nearly* everything I've received since has been positive. I'd like to thank those who sent anonymous comments, both public and private, who have had nothing but words of praise and encouragement. Those of you who left me your 'names' or email addresses, I've trie...
Chapter One I was on my way to the cottage after several years' absence. I had just inherited the place from my grandparents. On the weekend I was going to be 28 years of age, single and very excited about seeing my summer childhood haunt. I loved our country refuge. The cottage was built in the early 40's by my dad and grandad. They scavenged material to...