Zayd again...using my mouth for his pleasure. I have grown so lonely in my solitary confinement I look forward to his visits...in fact, I don't know how or why, but I have developed an uncanny sense for anticipating his arrival. Every morning I awake seconds before I hear the door creak open. I am already on my knees, back straight, head held high, when he...
Tate could feel them staring at him. He looked out across the village square and ignored their mocking grins and gloating eyes. They knew who he was and they knew what he was wanted for and for all that they might hate the city gentry that bled them dry every year with taxes that they couldn't afford it was obvious that there was not one among them that care...
[Note: This is a long introductory setup to a multi-part story. There is *no* explicit sex in this first chapter. If you are looking for quick, hot read, move on. This is not it. Things will heat up in later chapters, I promise. --Cyanlot] Chapter 1: When I Hit the "Change of Life" When Massachusetts became the first state to legalize gay marriage, Todd a...
It was Sunday night that Mark's girlfriend dumped him, and he could barely find the energy to go to the play's first rehearsal the next morning. She hadn't been especially nice about it. They hadn't seen much of each other in the last week. Mark blamed himself for that, and he had mistakenly assumed that was why she had been acting cold all through dinner....
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...
Through the Looking Glass: A Nerd in the Weight Room On a normal day, I would wake up by 7:00 AM to be out the door by 7:30 for first period bell at 8:05. I had my routine down to a strict science. 7 minute shower, 3 minutes dressing, 1 minute on hair, 4 to pack my bags and the rest at the kitchen table inhaling whatever was available before jumping in my C...
Thank you to every single person who read, commented, and favorited Sugar Match Ch. 1! I hope all of you are staying safe during these times! Also, I apologize for how long it took me to get this one out but I just want to make sure I'm producing my best work. The next and last chapter shouldn't take as long but bear with me! As always, all comments and sug...
"You sure about this?" Evan asked, hand tightly gripping the strap of his bag. It was the next day in school and somehow, I had managed to convince Evan to join my group at lunch. I mean, I was sure the library was fascinating and all, but friends are better, right? At that moment, we were standing in the hallway leading to the cafeteria, not a single studen...
Chapter 7: Out of a Storybook An astonished cry that was meant to be "Jane!" escaped my lips, but it was muffled by the tape over my mouth. She walked over to the bed where I could see her in a better light. I was still dizzy from being knocked out, but a closer look told me the truth. This was not Jane. Sure, it was the same long, flowing hair, the same wa...
Rom had trained himself to be a light sleeper. It had saved his life on multiple occasions, and now he used it to protect his bedmate. Romulus woke every few hours to make sure Julian was alright. It was sometimes difficult to tell since Julian was becoming more chilled with a lack of food and he didn't breath. When Rom was satisfied Julian was still sleepin...