I didn't hear from Laura for a week. She didn't respond to my text a few days later. I passed by Nellie leaving my apartment a few times, but when I asked for her number she said she was in a rush and couldn't remember her US phone number right now. Even though I had some awesome sex with two very hot foreign girls, I felt like a dweeb. Was I becoming so...
The Amazon Combat Arena By Submissive Romantic Edited by michael-leonard ***** Prologue: "Julio, you've got to pull that jab back quicker or a better fighter is going to be feeding you leather," Mike shouted as he studied the two fighters in the ring. "Don't make me come in there to prove it to you." Mike was the instructor and the night manager of The...
The red "On-Air" sign burned hot, signaling no one could enter the studio until the next commercial break. "All I'm saying is, it's not a sport. Hockey, yes. Basketball, yes. Boxing and MMA are as good as it gets. I'll even give the nod to Softball. Boring as hell, but a sport nonetheless. But if you're going to sit there and tell me soccer is a sport, you'...
The lovely, long-legged Jan Frobisher went and joined my wife, Tanya, and Paula Pain on the couch, as my sister-in-law, Vanya, continued to stroke her pussy leisurely while looking on with amusement at my masturbatory punishment. The punishment, of course, was that if I failed to control myself and came without Vanya's permission, I would have to drink the...
Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. Please note that the story is based in Australia and is written in Queen's English therefore my American audience will notice subtle differences in wording or phrases. This is the story of a family deeply involved in the world of boxing and how decisions can change the course of many lives. Copyright© 2009 by David...
Retired at Christmas Copyright Oggbashan November 2017 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. *****************************************...
Hello, there. My name is Jennifer Adolf. Just your average, everyday, six-foot-tall, lean and fit, blonde-haired and green-eyed Teutonic goddess. I'm a professional athlete living in the city of Boston. My parents really got pissed when I walked away from a scholarship to Northeastern University to become a professional boxer. I'd rather be a boxer than play...
Moscow, Russia. January 3rd, 1956. It was a cold Russian night, but the warmth of our bodies could have fed a thousand suns, as we barely crammed our two bodies into a single sleeping bag, staring up at the twinkling Moscow sky. The KGB, searching beneath us, we sat atop an empty business building. We were star-crossed lovers, fearing for our life from both...
Preface: Some Years ago...... "Okay I want........Allen." Nine year old Louise Wellington stood arms crossed and kicking the dirt as pudgy faced Timothy Cades high fived an equally pudgy faced Allen Lowell. Allen waddled over after being picked for kickball before her, again. Louise felt like crying but of course she wouldn't, had she done so she would los...
Sexual harassment and abuse are a big problem in the LGBT community. I'm not talking about Straight people picking on sexual minorities, I'm referring to predatory behavior by certain LGBT people who prey on their own. That's why I give them a wide berth and lead a mostly Straight life. Of course, the fuckers still find me in spite of my attempts at dodging...