First Night Seduction Part 2 Chapter 3 Easter Holiday Weekend That had been seven months ago, they'd chosen this, the longest, four day, holiday weekend of the year for their marriage ceremony and a humanist celebrant to conduct it. He'd given them copies of the questions and statements which were legal requirements along with suggestions of things fo...
This is a work of fiction, I do not condone ANY of the activities portrayed in this story, nor do I recommend them to anyone. This story shares many similarities with my previous story "Steam Room Daddy" there are strong elements on non-consent in this story, so if that makes you uncomfortable this probably isn't the story for you. That being said, this stor...
I went over to the triple-sized shower stall and turned on the dual jets. Okay, I admit it-this was the real reason we'd bought this house. The architect apparently had a water fetish. Not only was the shower huge, it had a built-in bench and enough hoses and gadgets to fulfill any fantasies our vivid imaginations could think up. And the shower wasn't the...
A Month in the Heart of the Country It was that time of your life when you've just left school, finished your exams, reached the legal drinking age and feel like you can do anything and be anybody. I was eighteen years old, skinny, bookish, shy with girls, a bit lonely, constantly horny. I was inhibited, to the point that after physical education in school...
Cursed Gift 2: Taken copyright 2008 Patricia Osmundsen Author's Note: If you haven't read Cursed Gift, you might want to, before you read this. This is a sequel, after all, and rather than recap events and explanations, I've simply carried on from the first story. If you did read Cursed Gift ... well, I edited it, added a scene or two, and a bit mor...
This version is edited from the original, although there aren't loads of changes in the first couple of chapters -- mainly a little tease at the end of chap. 2. Then: usual caveats -- everyone in this story is over 18, and it's gay romance so if m/m isn't your thing you're lost. * * * * * I check myself in the scratched and dim full-length mirror behind...
Gabe checked the clock incessantly as he drove back to the park-and-ride. Eddie had been reminding him to relax a bit when it came to the deliveries. Don't get yourself worked up, he would say—not until there's something to get worked up over. Wise words, to be certain, but Gabe was finding it difficult to change his ways. And yet, he was not alone in the c...
I was playing around and cooling off in the surf from an intense pickup beach volleyball game. It was hot as hell and there seemed to be a thousand people on the beach and in the water. In the holiday spirit most people are nice and fun to be around so I enjoy the time I spend in the Gulf waters. I swim almost every day of the year in balmy Florida, even the...
Alright, so more of a filler, folks, I had fun writing this. So for those who are sick of looking at this story: If you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all! Don't ask me to end this series!! That is very hurtful when you guys ask me to stop Aquata Cove. Also, as for my grammar flaws, namely my problem mixing up my past/present tenses, I'm so...
The following is an expanded version of a story I wrote five years ago. In that story I sought to capture some of the intense closeness some men can feel for other men, a closeness borne out of shared experiences and common struggles that can often leave friends as close as brothers. I came back to this story because I really liked its message that nothing i...