Copyright 2012 Naoko Smith For James and with grateful thanks to Fran * As soon as Dar Vaie walked into the hotel bar he was aware of Hanya Lein. The bar room was full of the pleasurable warmth of men and women sharing a beer and a good story after work, perhaps a friendly flirtation, perhaps something more heartfelt. They sat in comfortable groups, gol...
I light of the comments by "Anonymous" I have decided to make a list of things I shall never do as long as I write. 1. We the people do hereby swear never to describe a world in which male pregnancy can happen. Ever. 2. We the people do hereby swear never to make a really good monogamous couple have a threesome for NO GOOD REASON WHATSOATALL. You know who...
Abdi'el's eyes widen as they meet Bridge's. "A long; long time ago when the Earth was new and her people old; men came from the stars," Bridge says in a soft, dreamy voice; all the while stroking Abdi'el's face with his head tilted to one side. "They built a beautiful city and bases for their armies who were fighting a war that was none of our business. We s...
*This is the second installment of Frontier, if you have not read part one I suggest you read that first. Feel free to comment any thoughts or criticism, I would love to know how to make these stories better. Thanks, enjoy. *** "Wake up Bitch." a voice called, and James opened his eyes to greet the sunlight rising over the plains, the darkness of the earth...
"Hey, you, soldier. Come with me." "Mich . . . I mean me?" Johann answered. He'd learned to speak English fairly well in the more than a year that it took him to move from New York City, to Canada, and then back down here to Saratoga. But sometimes he didn't think and reverted to German. "Yes, you. You're being reassigned. By me. Get whatever gear you have...
What I am about to write here is part confession and part catharsis. However, it isn't something I feel guilty about because it was forced on me. I would never have chosen to do the things I was made to do on that warm night in May 1865. What I do feel guilty about, what I do need confess is that I can't seem to stop repeatedly committing those acts. You'll...
Author's note: The following depicts a while male master sexually dominating a black male slave in the period just before the Civil War. I have every intent of writing a black male dom/white male sub story that takes just after the war. If the racial politics of this fiction upsets you, please skip it. When in the summer of 1859 I returned to my family's...
When the war ended and we were all shipped home, I wound up disembarking in New York. By that time I was pretty much aware that I wouldn't be going home to the farm town in Nebraska that I'd been drafted out of. I can't say that the war changed me, what it did was just make me more me. At home I'd spent nights praying for god to change me, after 4 years of s...
I no longer recall what triggered the idea of this little story. First, it's not erotic. As usual, I was torn about which category it would best fit in. At the heart of it are the feelings of two men for each other, so I went with "Gay Male". If you're looking for a quick sexy read - this is not it. Although there's no sex, all the characters are over 18....
We are in the centre of the maze. The summerhouse is before us. There is a clear space, maybe fifty feet wide all the way around and we are spaced out around the circumference. Bridge is to my right, with Mario beyond him and Serif at the quarter position. To my left are Sam, Alex and Taz. Presumably the rest are on the far side of the summerhouse. Everyone...