They didn't see him. Oh, they were looking at him gamely enough, but they really didn't see him. They didn't see Artemous, the young wizard that had attained power and respect despite having come from the streets, they didn't see the man that had fought in a war for them, they didn't see the man that had almost died for them. No, they saw the murderer only,...
"What is this shit?" Bernie Wasserman grabbed up tabloids in both fists and threw them across his desk at his client, who sat slouched and defiant in a club chair on the other side of the big mahogany desk. "Those stories are exaggerated. I didn't know she was a man." "Good god, Danny," Wasserman continued to bluster. "You are playing parts of a sixteen-ye...
This story is straight out of my mind, nothing about it is true . . . but it's hot! If you, the reader, would like me to write about your favorite fantasy . . . all you have to do is let me know. I really hope you enjoy this story. ~~~~ Part I For years, I had kept my bisexual fantasies to myself. One night, while living in the south, I had enjoyed a fe...
So there I was, leadfooting it back to town to meet a pal, when the car began to act peculiar in the middle of the Patullo Bridge, hesitating, slowing, picking up speed, then losing it. Looking in the rear view mirror, I see a guy in a battered pick-up truck right on my ass and looking, I thought, pretty irritated. Across the bridge and about a mile further...
My hands clenched the sheets, as my ass slid back, my head nearly banging the wall, with every thrust that Kurt made into my hole. The feeling of being fucked was unimaginable, and how I could have almost denied myself the experience stuck with me. I could hear my father now, 'you are a man stop being screwed like a whore, stupid queer'. Kurt was relentless...
The vampire rubbed my cock. I felt bad for him. No one to look after him, no one to tell him what a slayer looked liked and to not go after his dick. Even in the dim light of the alley, I could see a human need in his eyes. I would not enjoy this kill. God, he had to be eighteen when he was turned, and that wasn't long ago. He kissed me. I should have a st...
I was making an effort, but if there was a rise to be had from Dominic Castilano, it wasn't happening for me. The well-known and hunky Italian had bought the Thai garment factories my company's line of men's fashion designs used as a major supplier. And the scuttlebutt was going around in San Francisco that Castilano was gay—and an aggressive top. But, thoug...
Previously: "I have to go back to Marcus, Jack." I kissed him softly this time and I was surprised by the groan I let out. I was in complete shock. I forced myself away from him, hopped out of his Ford F-150 and walked to my car. I felt his eyes watching me. For some reason, I knew he was smiling. This scared the shit out of me. What am I thinking? I'm not r...
Ellis stared at a chosen point on the curved window reveal, high up on the wall. Prison bunks are not the most comfortable places for deep meditation but with practice travel in space and time is easy when you learn how to make it so and the confinement of the prison walls can seem totally irrelevant for a while and can actually help to focus the attention....
Martha Sommers came into the hospital emergency department, her son Jason in tow. She explained to the nurse on duty at the reception area that her son was having dizzy spells, and she wanted him to see a doctor. The nurse advised her to take a seat and a doctor would see her shortly. Martha took Jason to a vacant seat. Martha crossed her shapely legs, whic...