Chapter Three: The Darkest Hour When Michael came to, he was still being carried by the hands of more than one ruffian. The dulling of the sensitivity to his eyes told him that they had entered a darkened area—cool, and damp. The contrast with the dry heat of the Cairo streets, even at night, seemed incongruous to him unless, of course, they were somewhere...
In the weeks that followed I saw little of David, his filming schedule and mine were not in sync. I wasn't quite comfortable with just ringing him up and asking him out, so when it came time to shoot some scenes on location with him I was revved up and ready to go. As we loaded onto the bus to go to the location I beat Mollie out in sitting next to him only...
I'd like to offer a note to those of you who continue to enjoy this tale. I realise that it took a long time for me to post the last chapter because my last year was hectic and I had the worst writer's block I've ever had. My apologies to those of you who were waiting for it. I wanted it to be longer but I'm undecided on which of two directions to take the n...
Chapter 84: Abandon Naught Merrick drifts himself through the water, fully equipped with his sharkteeth and shells, along with his harpoon mounted on his back. His tail waves up and down, just slowly moving himself in no direction in particular. He signals on instinct around him, though he could really care less if there was anything threatening in his vici...
Tuesday-Wednesday, 4-12 April, Richmond to Just North of Danville, Virginia The men in the train had barely settled down, a bit more than two hours after they had cleared through the skirmishes at Manchester, across the James River from Richmond, and headed west along the river bank, before they pulled off on a siding in a forest near the town of Goochland....
Part 4: The Ashes Author's note- this story contains depictions of same sex incest. ***** "I don't believe it." I said to my dad, stepping outside and closing the sliding door behind me. Back in the living room my wife was watching TV with our little girl, completely oblivious to the conversation we were having. "It's true mate. You can blame bloody Glen...
The morning after the party started with a pounding headache and a very sore asshole. There was a minute of post wake up confusion where I sat up and wondered how I had hurt my ass. Then the memory of the night before came rushing back. The realization that I had gay sex hit me like a ton of bricks. I stared blankly at the wall as I went through the events...
This is a slow build kind of story. Read Tanners and the Banker's Boy for a background on the main character, and also for a very sexual story. The seventh day market was possibly the most obnoxious event in the town. Charles the Younger had been stuck in the crowd for the better part of an hour, guiding his horse anywhere there was an opening and shooing...
Chapter I: Over A Barrel The fight was fast and desperate; in the momentary illumination a vicious leering face shone before Huw, and his hungry axe licked out, splitting it to the chin spraying gore and brains over the doughty Celt. In the numbing blackness that followed the flash, an unseen stroke swept Huw's helmet from his head and he struck back blindl...
Chapter 67: Homecoming Arnaav quivers as he holds onto the Capricorn, on his own. His little heart is going insane in his chest, beating a mile a minute as they move through the ocean. He shouldn't be doing this. The mark on his left chest symbolizes his betrayal, why would they insist that he leaves? What if something happens? What are they going to do on...