I always knew of the man who lived in the house at the end of the dead end street as the Creeper. His real name was Mr. Manson, and I thought that his first name was Barry or Barney or something like that. The word around the school was that he liked boys, and from the time I was in elementary school, to the time I was a senior in high school, I was warned b...
This was a piece of Vampire Fiction that I began as an exercise, in collaboration with Emily Palmer, in 1999. Gradually Rayne Wylde developed a life (or perhaps I should say, an UnLife) of his own. People have asked me how he came to be a Vampire. This is his story. CHAPTER ONE - TURNING THE PAGE RAYNE 21.30: June 26th, 1999 - MANCHESTER It was time.......
Hey everyone. Back with the 5th episode as promised. My exam is over and I kinda screwed it up, but life must go on I guess. Anyway, the story progresses onwards now. There have been many typing errors and missing words in my stories before and I am completely at fault for that. That's what having no editor does to you I guess. Will try to lessen the frequ...
***I'd like to thank everybody for their comments and critique. It is REALLY helping me along. Though, I'd also like to acknowledge that I am being aided by another author whilst I write this. A special and very talented person who I shall thank in full in the final chapter of "Jon Starting Over". In the mean time, very warm regards to LC. Much love, Billy**...
Chapter Four - Secret Crush Mike examined the fern guarding the door to the elevator like an extra from an alien-themed movie, something about overgrown biota taking over some distant planet. He could take the stairs, but it was just something about elevators he liked. The idea that he was, for several seconds, in the hands of a machine, pleased him and tic...
Chapter Eleven - For This Man Undressing and helping Ruslan take a shower had been a bit of a challenge with his mumbling a bit incoherently and trying to get Johnny to fuck him. "Pretty," he said as softly as he could, as he caressed Ruslan's cheek, as he lay on the bed, under the covers. "What medicine can I bring you?" "Your dick," Ruslan replied, with...
[Author's note: this is the first part of a three-part series loosely inspired by the Literotica story Aaron, my student, written by HairyJacques.] Prologue. After it all happened, I kept my job but lost my marriage. Tom didn't come back from DC. It was over a year before he spoke to me, and even then it was only to find a time to come get some of his stuf...
Author's Note: Avoid this story if references to smoking cigarettes and doing drugs will offend you. I wasn't originally planning to write a second chapter, but I decided to let my imagination run wild after reading all your comments. I'll likely end this story here, but expect some similar themes from me in future works. God damn it, Mike. I can't believe...
Chapter 53: Diverging Adam pulls himself out of the pool, shaking his soaked hair, and grabbing for a towel, and roughly running it through his hair. It's going on dusk now, but that doesn't seem to stop a lot of other people from splashing, jumping, and sliding into the large pool. He feels past most of the guilt about what happened between he and Merrick...
Author's Note: I hope you like this. I personally feel there should be more romantic love stories one here, with more than just sex. I am a student so it is difficult to find time to write but I hope to be able to finish this series by the end of this year! Sorry for the grammar, I just don't have the time to edit it and want to get it up as soon as I can c...