Chapter 3, "To walk and talk" The second day of the march dawned steamy and wet, the fiery orb glaring on the Marwerl steppes, illuminating the two warriors as they were settling for their second resting of the day. As Drerin went through his customary stretches preparing for their three vutcer training session which was the sole reason for the stop in the...
She was a redhead. Pale, with a dusting of light freckles over the top of her chest and, to match her Gaelic blood, vibrantly bright green eyes. Her eyes were narrowed to slits and her full lips moved with the rising and falling rhythms of Aramaic. In the points of the circled pentagram carved into the basalt floor of this room, stood long beeswax tapers. Wa...
Tanya arrived at my house at around 5:00 pm. She was wearing a short skirt, blouse and jean jacket and hear slender legs were fully exposed below her skirt. She was wearing high heels that accentuated her awesome calves. I was hot for this girl. She came inside for a few minutes and then we jumped in my car and headed for a club we like to go to. I had a c...
The key slides into the ignition of the purple Ford Ranger as the young man behind the wheel starts the engine. In the driver seat, twenty-four year old TJ revs the engine, feathering the accelerator pedal at his feet. The young man stands six feet tall with reddish blonde hair and deep blue eyes, tattoos cover his arms and his ears are gauged up to an inch....
This happened years ago, about ten years before my wife died and I came to be the dirty old man that I am today.... The boat I had back then was a Kingfisher. They were called coffin boats because they were long, narrow, and deep. It was fifteen feet long, about five wide, and almost three feet deep. There was a pedestal seat in the bow with the outboard mot...
My name is Stephen Paul Bastille. I'm a big and tall Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I recently moved there from my beloved City of Brockton, in the state of Massachusetts. These days, I major in Criminal Justice at Carleton University. And I'm a man with a secret. Okay, I'm a man with many secrets. I have issu...
Bethany Platt was tossing and turning in her bed. Sleep just wouldn't come. Like most 18 year olds she had dreams of being swept off her feet by a handsome young man, who would love her for the rest of their lives. However, being groomed and then used as a sex commodity by a group of men, at sixteen had quickly dispelled the dream. She was staying at her...
Natasha's home was some 30 minutes drive from the airport. Paul was beside himself with anticipation. She was stunningly beautiful. They kissed in the back of the cab and his hands moved to her breasts. She stopped him, aware that the taxi driver could see everything from his rear-view mirror. He dropped his hands to her knees and slowly moved them up to her...
Last Saturday, my Domme was invited to a private party. She immediately asked if it was ok if I came too and was told by all means yes. I was excited to go to another private party, this one at someone's house. We met for dinner before the party and had a great time discussing "rings and things and fine array" which set the tone for an extremely relaxing eve...
Now that Desiree and I were a couple, we spent the rest of the winter together. Usually, it was at one of our houses, or occasionally at a friend's. This led to a lot of fun, but a lot of frustration as we almost never found ourselves alone with any kind of privacy. However, like teenagers everywhere, we found ways. At school, we would climb the ladders beh...