Your name is James, and you are 20 years old. It is an early morning flight from London Heathrow to Budapest Ferihegy Airport. As you wait at the terminal, you decide to relax a bit as you wait for the gate to be announced. You don't know how to pass time, so you maybe go somewhere.What's next? The Pub To The Food Sto...
I nearly didn't spot it. It was tucked away in the corner of the square, not even a table or two outside to tell the world it was there. That was what drew me to it. The tourist in me would have called it quaint or charming, but what it said to the rest of me was Authentic. Not a great tourist trap like the Gerbeaud cafe, full of people spending more money t...
Karl peered out of the window, casually enjoying the excellent view in the distance and the steady flow of people along the road outside his Budapest apartment. As he did so he clutched a tight handful of Serena's thick, black hair and rhythmically pumped his long, stiff dick into her throat. With her cuffed wrists linked behind her back, Karl's firm grip o...
Editor's note: Story contains gay male content. If this does not interest you, please read no further. * Several years ago my best friend was getting married and I was invited on her hen weekend to Budapest. There were only five of us who could afford to go. The bride to be, three other girls and me, a single guy in my mid twenties. We had the standard hen...
First story so please, send feedback! Also this chapter is slower, but it will get better later on! ~ I was already special when I was born. I didn't have any special abilities or skills or anything like that. Simply because I was born as a man. At the year 2080 there was the Event, the way we call it now. A mutant attacked our planet. A bacterium that cou...
Chapter 01 (Zeal for Flesh) They waited. They waited and they waited. At the far end of the living room sitting on the brand new cream leather couches, William and Cecile stare at their glass door foyer, keenly anticipating some beautiful silhouettes at their doorstep. These two gentlemen try to represent success in the most ostentatious ways possible....
"Garas, you're probably wondering why you're still alive, well, we got a job for you, one a sorry bitch like you shouldn't fuck up, you're to take out those rogues, consider that part of your penance," Erik Lazar, Second Prime of the House of Magyar says to me before putting three photographs on the table. I look at the tall, pale, flame-haired and green-eye...
A cold rain fell in the great sluggish river and rooftops of Budapest turning them to gleaming black masses like the backs of immense beetles under the amber lights. Among these sleek boxes walked a woman in a long black coat that glistened with rain. The face rimmed by her shiny red hair was youthful yet severe, pouting with indignation at the weather and t...
I am on one of those old steam-driven trains crossing Europe, in a compartment by myself, trying to read a magazine or paperback novel but mostly falling in and out of a doze due to the gently rhythmic rocking of the train on the steel tracks and the muffled chut-chut-chut sound of the engine. It's summer and it's hot, the light cotton dress I am wearing is...
Dear Isaac, I'm writing once again from the airport in Budapest; my plane leaves in an hour and I won't be back home for another seventeen. I don't know why I write these letters to you, knowing you will never see them because I will never send them. I guess I can't muster the strength to hear your ultimatum again, despite the fact that it is given with les...