Chapter Seven -- My Favorite Fighter Ruslan was watching, barely hiding his excitement and satisfaction. Johnny was a beast in the cage, and he knew how to throw a good show, too. From the corner of his eyes, he was trying to gauge the old man's reactions, as well. For some reason now, he really wanted his papa to accept Snake. Never before had he cared for...
I couldn't believe all the shit that I had just gone through in the last six months. My emotions were fried and I snapped. Sitting in the intensive care room watching someone that I loved deeply hang on to life by a thread might've been the last straw had he not come to life right in front of me. That, was the last straw... I can still here all the nurses...
It was still dark when I was woken from my sleep, feeling Darren's movement in the bed. Spooning me now, my eyes opened groggily in the morning darkness but I could feel it there first touching my back then with his moving, I could feel it even more, moving into the cleft of my ass, just sitting there, resting, Darren's hard cock, I could feel it with him pr...
I knelt there on the artist's couch between Rafa's spread thighs, my hands gripping his knees—moving his knees out as I buried my cock in him and moving them together as I withdrew my cockhead almost to his opening, never, though, losing purchase inside him. The young Greek man, not more than nineteen by my reckoning and as handsome as Apollo, slitted his ey...
Triumph "Fuck..." Donnie dragged the word out as he exhaled and leaned back into the sagging rear-side of the sofa, the cushions old and decrepit and in need of replacing. But there never had really been anyone around in either his life or John's to tell them that they needed to do that, needed to get on with things, the business of life and the like and t...
"Just have the desk call when you want us to come back and pick you up, Mr. Grabowski." The chauffeur of the black Lincoln Navigator with the tinted windows was pulling an expensive-looking leather suitcase out of the back of the SUV. The man he'd opened the back door of the vehicle for was standing, looking up at the Grand Tetons looming to the east over Ca...
My Neighbor Made Me Do It Ch. 6 by: CapnSteelBoy Thanks again to all the readers out there! I hope this spicy chapter relieves some of your own tension! Don't forget to like and comment, I want to know what you think. Feel free to message me instead if you hate the idea of public comments. Cheers! --------------------------------------------------- Chapt...
"Thank you for an amazing night San Diego! I can't believe this is the last one, you were amazing, we love you and we'll miss you so much! Have a safe journey home and see you again someday!" Those were the words that Robbie had used to end the tour. We'd played the SDCCU Stadium and it had been so sad and emotional to say goodbye to the fans, knowing that...
Preface For fifty years men come to the island of Cyprus, a Mediterranean paradise split and war torn by a marathon ethnic struggle between Greek and Turk, each consciously seeking connection with the writings of the British novelist and essayist Lawrence Durrell. They all take up tenancy, some longer than others, in the Bellapais villa where Durrell wrote...
In time I found the strength to push myself up again, one groaning inch at a time, my insides aching almost sweetly. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and leaned forward, elbows on my knees, trembling everywhere. The floor seemed to expand at the edges of my vision, swirling like a membranous ocean a mile beneath my feet, head slowly spinning. The bar...