(* Authors Note: All characters in this story are fictional, but loosely based off of real men. All characters are over the age of 18. Now enjoy the story and please leave your feedback it is appreciated.) * In the summer after I turned 18, my Nebraska based youth group took its annual missions trip. This year was a real treat we had raised enough money f...
A weekend with Peter was something that didn't happen very often so theses occasions were greatly treasured. With Peter's girlfriend away we intended to fuck ourselves bandy day and night, and as in any sexual encounter fantasy can influence the intensity of the sensation and passion being experienced. Although we had girlfriends we were 'faithful' to each...
All characters in this short tale of exhibitionism and voyeurism are over the age of 18. It's more of a May-August, okay maybe September, than a May-December tale. Thanks to LarryInSeattle for editing. Enjoy. ===== The doorbell chimes and my stomach does a series of back flips. How did I let myself get dragged into this? I mentally kick myself in the as...
I know it is forbidden of me as a sanctified scribe of the church, but through my secret allegiances to the gods and spirits of the old order, I compose this chronicle of how the remarkable Floin came to be naked and bent over, to be skewered by the lingum of another man for the first time in the presence of many of the high Druid priests and priestesses of...
"You called for me, Velaku?" Mishtar was a strong warrior, his form slim like all bird Carthera but with long, lean muscles cording his body and magnificent black and brown wings held proudly behind him. He was the epitome of our warriors, a Carthera most worthy of respect. He had risen through the ranks quickly after he mated and became the leader for the...
Ever since I had jumped in the T-Bird and started racing down through Washington and Oregon and along the California coastal highway to put my final fight with Clem out of my mind, I'd been searching for some way to calm my combined anger and grief at the loss of that angelic, young free spirit. He had made me forget these last two years that I now was on th...
For earlier stories in this series, see "Bite of the Schlange" and "Siren Song Symphony" * The black ship glided up the Italian coast and hove to in Laguna Venita. The Venetians were a strange and decadent lot; only they would sustain a tradition of a two-day annual festival "celebrating" the twelfth-century visitation of the Black Plague to their canal ci...
I had been down and just marking time ever since I'd left Beirut three years earlier. I hadn't really been able to write that whole time either; I was just floating on the royalties from my earlier novels, written in the passion of my youth—passion that I just couldn't find in me anymore. Perhaps it was having hit that deadly age of fifty; perhaps passion na...
Joseph had to concentrate hard to keep his teeth from chattering. It wasn't that it was cold, but, rather, it was because of where Joseph was and what he was doing. Six weeks previously he had been in New York, at Colombia University, studying microbiology. Tonight, he was out on a rocky hillside, facing Israel's volatile border with Lebanon, standing sentry...
Greg rounded the corner of the hospital entrance a little too fast causing them to skid. Jonathan held on for dear life feeling a thrill of titillation rush through him. His mouth suddenly dropped open and a screech permeated the atmosphere of the car. "I got it, baby." Greg quickly tried to assure him. "Just let me off at the entrance." Jon announced. "...