This chapter contains adult language and light bondage between two consenting adult males. If that is not your thing, I suggest skipping this story. As always, I would like to thank the best editor in the universe. Bert_Fegg, you are awesome! Also, a big thank you to everyone who is reading, rating, commenting and/or favoriting this story. It makes my day...
I had a stroke. How severe it was, would depend on your point of view. My speech is slurred, my body is weak and my balance and coordination are way off and I now need a cane to walk. Couple that with the fact that I'd torn my rotator cuff few months prior to the stroke. Needless to say, I was not in great shape. On the bright side, there was no pain, and as...
Okay now that that has been cleared up and you oh so disgustingly self righteous blood bags have been brought down a peg or two allow me to continue ripping to shreds your misconstrued conception of Alastair. He brought his little play thing home. Now I would like to take a moment to add this little disclaimer that I do not condone bringing strays off the...
Jamie peered over the lip of his cup, the sweet taste of the mocha frappe still clinging to his own lips, as he scanned the sprinkling of customers that were scattered about in the small cafe. A boring pair reading their papers and magazines. Two others ensnared in a heated embrace. Another writing busily. All bored him. But there was one man, hunkered over...
It was later that evening and I was still in shock. We had eventually moved out of the rain before either one of us got too soaked. Bailey and I had come downstairs and changed clothes. We were just relaxing on the couch holding each other and listening to the rain as it pounded on the windows. I was propped up in the corner of the couch, which was quickly b...
The morning sun filtered through sheer curtains that shimmered with a dazzling cool shade of an almost lemonade color. Soft tendrils of light stretched over the room, spreading its passionate warmth in the crisp November early morning sunrise. Quiet filled the peaceful setting as if taking a contented breath of relief. The door of the room opened softly and...
Hair: black, long, straight as the trajectory of sinking moon on a hot summer night. Face: young, narrow eyes, stubbled, tanned by the sun of unwholesome lusts. Chest: narrow, hard, graven like pale stone. Jeans: faded, ripped, packed full where it matters. The smoke swirls and he looms in the door like a bone in the soup of desire. Behind him the night is...
Emile had just been renewed, and he was back outside a gay bar on Bourbon Street at 2 A.M. during Mardi Gras, not a bit out of place draped in his black silk cape, watching the entrance to the bar. He only had four days to pull this plan off. But if he did, he would be solving two problems. He was on entirely new territory, however; he had never tried anythi...
It was late November in the school year, right before Thanksgiving weekend, and I walked down the hallway to my last period of the day after lunch, it was P.E, of course, and it was actually one of my favorite classes for a reason. I was a senior in high school. I was never a small student for their my age though; I was 18 years old, 6'2", 250 pounds, with s...
All characters are 18 and over. They drink a lot, so they might also be British. I also wrote it high as fuck, so drop a line if you think I should do that more often. Work with me, people! ***** 1 The night city rolled by in glares and blurs. Golds and blues, and golds and blues. Streaking streetlight against the darkest of the small hours. That pleasant...