I went to the bar with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. I'd been thinking about it for a long time and I still wasn't 100% sure I wanted to do it. The thought of it at times gave me a raging boner, at others a sense of shame and disgust. I'd fallen asleep at night fantasising about it and woken up in the morning with a wet patch on the sheets besid...
The crowd roared as Mason's name was called out. After a long campaign, his life long dream had finally come true. All that remained was his thank you speech, one that he had prepared years ago, still valid, still true today. Walking up to the podium, clad in a charcoal suit fit to perfection, he beamed at the crowd, proud of them for making the right choic...
*These two characters have a bigger story that I'll publish later* "Tyrell I told you no gifts," Bassir groaned when he saw me walk in with two horribly wrapped presents. I've never wrapped presents before especially for somebody else but I tried. "Shut up. You knew I was going to buy you presents." I sat next to him on the bed. He was wearing my favorite...
Aslan was an amazing and vibrant world. Long ago it was forged, like a weapon, by the gods. Life was littered across it shortly after. From the littlest bug to the biggest gigantes. Goblins, orcs, elves, dragons, etc. The world was sometimes a little crazy and war was a possibility. You thought you were below all that, a tiny flea in the grand scheme of thin...
Of course, insurgency abductions are serious. Not something to be treated lightly, or as titillation. Writing this I was deliberately referencing back to the counter-culture poets and anti-Vietnam agit-prop writers who used extreme satiric and purposefully obscene images to attack what they saw as unjust foreign policy. The title is a reference yet further b...
[Note: Despite the category of this story, there is no male/male sex, or even foreshadowing of it, in this segment of the story.] * It was a the tiniest piece of red foil—easy to miss. So easy that my wife clearly had. I could have, too. If I'd missed it, the cleaning lady certainly would have cleaned it up the next day, on her weekly visit and, then, thi...
Welcome to the third chapter of this story. Thank you guys so much for your great love and encouragement. Thank you so much. I just hope this chapter will be really interesting to all of you. Don't forget to drop your comments and views about this chapter. Enjoy... ***** Angelo came out of the room where he kept all his clothes, letting loose his hair. It...
Journal entry: July 5th, 1979 How has it come to this? I always thought I knew what I was capable of. And yet here I am planning this. Have I gone slightly mad and no one thought to tell me? Why have none of my friends clued me in? Freddie, Brian, Roger, John ... where were you guys when this insanity began to take hold of me? Why did not one of you tell me...
Chapter 10 - The Prince & The Prisoner Whoever thought of these three suites designed it for a man and his harem. The two master bedrooms in my suite were connected by the office which in turn connected to the lounge. The hallway on our side connected to Vanessa's suite. The other hall connected to the General's suite. No sooner had the boys left and I st...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** "Yeah, sure, man, you're just mad you can't jump like me," Mark said as his bike bounded over some roots ahead of me. I wheeled around them and skidded to a stop. "I just don't want to," I grumbled, wiping sweat from my forehead. Mark stopped easily and shot me a grin. "Y...