The note read, "I've had enough of this." That's all. Hal had left it on the dining room table for me to see. The scrawl was obviously done in anger. I hadn't thought the fights—not rising to the level of fights, I didn't think—we'd had the last couple of nights were enough to push him over the edge. I know I shouldn't have said that he went for the surfac...
Part 17. I Guess You CAN Always Get What You Want (Or, Enduring A Character Assassination To Make Him Want You): Jason's Perspective I was angry. I was hurt. But, most of all, I started to wonder if John had a point. From his perspective, I'd just boned some guy a short time ago and now I was ready to get in his pants, too. I'd been so blinded by lust that...
Thank you all who have been reading and following along. I always appreciate getting feedback. It helps with becoming a better writer and it's always an ego boost, so feel free to reach out. I will always respond! The usual spiel: This isn't a stroke story, (more porn with plot.) Be warned, it's very long. 33+ chapters, and many sexless ones to come before...
Thoroughly Used Again Hello everyone! This is a continuation of the story, THOROUGHLY USED. In the last chapter, the main character was used by a dominating, well hung black man in an Adult Bookstore while being shared with many of the patrons and used as a cum and piss dump. This story picks up after everyone has left and he is stranded in the bookstore we...
Note: This is part 2 of 4. Any similarities to real people or events are unintentional and coincidental. * * * * * * I spent the weekend hiding in my bed. I couldn't face leaving the house in case I was recognised, and I didn't want to see any more newspapers. I still couldn't believe that Ben had thought we could get back together after he hit me, or that...
"Jesus H. Christ, boy," scolded The Preacher, "...you act like you ain't never had a mouthful of jizz before!" I wanted to say I never had a mouthful of jizz that tasted this bad...but I stayed quiet...my dad taught me when I was very young to "...always respect a clergyman, son." Why?" I asked him. "Sinners like you and me need all the help we can get wi...
The rented Jeep Wrangler sputtered and died as Ben was approaching the base of the Vallecito Mountains northeast of Durango, Colorado, and, with a muttered "Shit," he guided the vehicle over to the side of the road. There wasn't any secret why the old Wrangler had died. It was out of gas. Ben had rented the car for the summer from a used car dealer down in D...
Hope you guys enjoy! Sorry it took so long but at least it wasn't another year before i posted. My phone went off again, and I stared at the damned thing. The first few times that it went off I thought it was Chris calling. It wasn't. It was just Danny, Adam or my brother or sister. No one but Danny knew what had happened. My sister and brother were suppos...
Bruce climbed down out of the truck with his two mugs in hand. He trudged across the parking lot where many rigs were parked side by side grumbling as the drivers slept. Each on was lit up with marker lights, some more than others. The amber and red of them, in the truck stop parking lot, seemed to match that of a small town at Christmas. And it seemed a da...
We proudly present the second part of the first in a series of unjustly neglected underground classics of erotica, revived and reinterpreted for your entertainment and pleasure by Tristan Trotsky, a noted dilettante of decadent literature. --- 0 --- The earnest literary critic can but conjecture about the state of mind of the author of the sad and perverse...