"You need to eat more," Lynn said from across the table, slapping more potato salad on my plate. "You look like an Ethiopian poster child." "He is thinner than usual," Alan agreed. I stared down at my pale, scrawny legs drowning in Sid's baggy old swim trunks. Fuck. What a boost to my self-esteem. I moved the chicken leg to the other side of my plate the...
There were two small presses on my stomach, moving side to side but in the same area. It felt good actually. Honestly, I wasn't entirely sure what it was until I heard the noise. The light continuous vrooms made me realize what it was, a cat. I opened my eyes and lifted my head to look down to see its emerald colored eyes staring back at me. Slowly, I lifte...
I'd been thinking a lot about the times we'd shared with Roger and Linda, how intimate we'd gotten with them so fast. Back when I was single and dating, that usually spelled doom for a relationship, climbing in bed way too early in the relationship. But with this it was new. One, we are all adults. Two, we're 2 couples, and not dating. Three, all of us matur...
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 before it gets s...
+++++ Author's note: The events of this story follow the events of the previously published story "Runt and Giant", though it's more of a spin-off than a true sequel. +++++ Tanner was starting wish his sense of smell wasn't as good as it was. As a lycanthrope, he had plenty of strong qualities: muscle, speed, the ability to think on his feet, but h...
We'd been lying next to each other by my girlfriend's pool. You see her parents are rich, able to spend the horrendous amounts that the water company charges each year for its use; together with the muscle-bound cliché of a pool attendant who spends each day fruitlessly skimming flies off before a new plague arrive the next day. She had given me a key to the...
When I started driving some years ago, I recall my dad's repeated warnings about keeping plenty of gas in my car. Well, as this 19-year-old sat on the gravel shoulder of a rather desolate foothill highway after running out of gas, the last thing I wanted to think about was my dad being right, as usual. It didn't seem that I would have to worry about anybody...
I'll let comments from you readers determine whether this instalment is an ending in itself or merely a cliff-hanger. –K * Six months after Donovan moved in we got a call from Mom. The day was a sweltering hot one in July, which was uncharacteristic enough of Vancouver to warrant a heat-wave warning. With no air conditioning in our loft, we were hot, swea...
The first time I was with Buddy, we didn't have sex. That was something of a turning point with me. I was a commodity. I had always been a commodity. Men paid for my time. But the time they were paying for always was for the sex. That is, it was until the first time Buddy paid for me. I knew the night he decided to pay for my time. I saw him talking to Hoag...
We were having our coffees at the neighboring Flora Bar which was a usual place for all the students living on campus to start from on their night adventures. The morning Top Hunk 'I-own-this-place', whom I met while waiting for the place to shower that morning, was there and his attitude did not change. Arif said his usual "Hi" and I did the same. The Hunk...