A 13th Century Tale from the Middle Ages. The story is about a man named Delbert, a woodsman by trade who lived on the edge of the forest in a humble cottage. At the age of 35 he still was not married and had no intentions of ever doing so valuing his independence and freedom. Delbert was a man's man, a loner who was happy cutting wood in the forest which...
*ok this is the second chapter in my series. its not finished yet but felt I should post it. anyways hope you all like it so far* & Jameson Ramsey was a hard working man. His life, as most in this era, spent day and night tending to their land. Providing for their families wasn't a simple task, but they got by with what they harvested. Jameson and his wife...
James just didn't know what to do. He never looked away at the two-story house standing in front of him. He didn't leave the sidewalk. He just tried to make a decision in his head. But it proved to be difficult. The eighteen-year-old man knew that he had to do something. It would be a relief to just be honest. But then again, he had to imagine the people he...
Chapter 2 - The Highland Festival - The Ride Continues This story contains elements of non-consensual relations, and abuse. This story is a fantasy and should be taken as such. If you don't like my story, then don't read it, or better yet write your own. This is my first story and something I'm trying out. For those wishing to add nice comments, or HELPFUL...
All characters in this story are older than 18 years. After a short while the guys returned to their cabin just on the edge of the forest, it was still pretty light outside, so they made it back as planned. Chris opened the door and the guys stepped into the building one by one. The cabin was nothing very special, it was a one-floor stone building about 2...
I was in bed with another guy. Our college student group had just finished a two-month tour and on our last night before returning home, we stayed in a motel. Two beds and four guys to a room, so an old roomie and I took one bed. When we had roomed together, nothing ever happened between us. He'd make some comments on occasion, but nothing terribly far out...
Matteo ran fiercely at first, but the raw and simple fact was, that he didn't have a lot of strength. The pads of flesh on his sides and flanks were wasted, and his ribs and hip bones were visible even through his thick reddish coat. The wind cut through his thick fur and froze his weakened body. The woods was alien to him. All of the scents were strange an...
I had just gotten home from work, and slipped off my shoes when I heard a knock on the door. I found this to be strange that I had been home less than a minute—someone must have climbed the stairs behind me, and I simply had not paid attention. I was stuck in this thought, and did not move until I heard a second volley of knocks. I walked up to the door, an...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** I was a Senior in high school and 18 years old when My Mother brought home another stranger for me to service. He was tall, fit and handsome. In his forties, he had salt and pepper hair with a shaved 8 inch monster cock! To help teach me how to suck cock, my mother had shown me a...
Hair: black, long, straight as the trajectory of sinking moon on a hot summer night. Face: young, narrow eyes, stubbled, tanned by the sun of unwholesome lusts. Chest: narrow, hard, graven like pale stone. Jeans: faded, ripped, packed full where it matters. The smoke swirls and he looms in the door like a bone in the soup of desire. Behind him the night is...