I decided to stray a little from my situational stories about seduction, and go a more romantic route, because I'm kind of into this guy and love fantasizing about him. Nick: 25 Avery: 21 # # # My legs twitched back and forth at the end of my bed. I stared up at the ceiling with my hands behind my head, unable to really focus. He's in my shower, I shou...
I was sitting in the driver's seat of my SUV parked in the lot of an adult book store. I didn't consciously choose to drive here. I couldn't help it. It had been a long fucked up week. Everything that could go wrong had and I knew I would be working this weekend to catch up and get things right. It was the C & C bookstore and to be honest I never looked to s...
Thirty minutes later Lance is at the door to the lounge, tears streaming down his face, Vince's heart skips a beat seeing him naked and vulnerable like that. "I-I-I'm s-s-sorry," he sobs. Vince stands up and walks over to him, he puts his arms round him and gives him the biggest, warmest hug of his life. Lance hugs back just as hard. "That had nothing to...
I hardly got any sleep during the night, the words of the guard whose dick I had sucked playing on my mind, and when morning came I was still exhausted from the day before. We went through the same routine as before, only this time I didn't see Jeff and wondered what had happened to him. Again, straight after breakfast, we were all herded out to the waiting...
"I need a room for the rest of the night. One bed, double or bigger." Lou huffed and cleared his throat, flipping up the ends of a couple twenties in his clip. His sausage link fingers handed the money over. The motel clerk considered the middle-aged man without a word. Decent suit. Not great. Clean. Trimmed hair. His eyes cut over to the man's car. Older....
WARNING AND NOTICES: This is a work of fiction. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Do not read if you are underage according to the laws in the country, state/province, county, city/town/village or township where you live. Copyright © 2008 Debra Diane; Permission is...
Warmth. And a soft pillow. White sheets. Bright sunlight. Liam took a sleepy inventory as he lay in the bed, barely letting the light filter through his lashes, not really wanting to be awake yet. Fuzzy happy thoughts were hovering at the edges of his brain, probably remnants of some wonderful dream. He turned his face into the pillow and stifled a yawn....
This is a semi-autobiographical story, taking place in the middle 1970s. I hope readers find it as exciting as I did to write it. Please respond with comments. * I was driving home one night long ago, and decided to stop in a magazine store that was open late. I was hoping to buy a Penthouse magazine I think. The girlie magazines were in the back of the st...
"-Do you ever think about jerking another guy off?" Nick said. He figured he might as well say what was on his mind. There was too much bullshit in the world already. Richie was safe, they'd known each other a long time, but it was still one of those conversations he felt he had to pick his way through and play by ear. Kind of watch where he was stepping....
The streets of Vancouver were wet as usual and I huddled under the shop overhangs picking my way from one awning to the next and squeezing myself to the brick buildings to avoid the wind. I hated this time of year. Endless rain and I didn't get to see the sun for three months! I had just finished work and was making my way to the local coffee shop for some w...