Chapter One The small man trembled with fear as he stood outside the inner office. His boss would not be happy hearing the news that he carried about another failed mission and another dead operative. The man wished that this message was not his to deliver, but wishing would not change anything. His hand reached out and softly knocked on the inner office do...
This chapter is very different from the previous two as is reflected by the categorisation. It mainly focuses on Scott, Troy's brother. Please note this piece is fantasy not reality and should not be seen to condone any of the behaviour described. All characters are aged 18 or over. Feedback welcomed, please let me know if you have ideas for future chapters....
I arrived home to see that our parking area was blocked off by Adams' work truck and thus, had to park down the road a little bit. 'So, Adam is still here. I wonder if he is finished!' I checked the mail box and walked as quietly as possible into the house and changed into a pair of skimpy shorts and t-shirt; then went downstairs to the lounge area. Our h...
Chapter One: Individuating His mind is a clutter of thoughts. Did I get that e-mail? I don't have any coffee. John? Was his name John? Sweet smile, nasty attitude. Is it getting hotter? I can't run like I used to. Does Carolyn think I'm gay? My feet hurt. I've got to lose five pounds. My mother would hate me if she knew. I miss Butch, he was such a good...
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...
I heard my name being called from the end of a long, dark corridor...or was I at the bottom of a deep well? "Paul. Paul." The voice got louder and the light brightened as I emerged from the deepest, soundest sleep I had ever experienced. "Wake up baby, I have to go and so do you. You've got half an hour." The voice was Daniel's, my 35-year-old lover who...
Disclaimer: Welcome to my world! As always, here comes the disclaimer. You just can't live without those, can you? My stories are almost always fantasy based, (vampires and werewolves and angels, Oh my!) and this one is no different. This story holds strong BDSM themes as well as Slavery, polyamoury and romance. Mind you, my depiction of Slavery is *not* rea...
The storm continued to rage throughout the night, battering the little life raft in its windy wake, the rain on the tent above us deafening. As night fell, Steve and I snuggled in together under the remaining thermal blanket and slept like the dead, rehydrated with the rainwater captured in our pot. Neither of us found the emergency rations overly objectiona...
The Pilgrim theater was in what they used to call the 'Combat Zone' of Boston, the other end of Washington Street from City Hall Plaza, just at the start of Chinatown. I loved that place. Sadly, it's a parking lot now. Once a proud vaudville house, it became a movie theater in the late 50s. In the late 90s, it was a porno theater, a massive one. One where a...
I had caught the last flight of the day from Miami to Key West. The plane was a small, two-jet prop thirty-four-seater island hopper with cramped headroom and narrow seats. The airport security guy, now all smiles and service, the embarrassment of having had to detain a New York detective needing to be smoothed over, drove me straight out to the plane, so I...