Chapter 1: The noise and the heat in Berlin Airport pressed all around me, and I slumped listlessly in my uncomfortable chair. The zipper of my leather jacket dug into my side. I knew my hair was a mess, and last night's eyeliner perfectly complimented my raging hangover. For someone studying health, I thought, I'm doing a wretched job taking care of myself...
After our trial, and the girls-only celebration that lasted through the night, Wendy and I were given 3 days of rest and recovery restricted to the Rogonfeldt grounds. I did some writing. She and I were able to go on long walks. The other girls left us to rest up; the masters ignored us. They were busy with the other girls and, especially, with integrating R...
Mosaic of Tattoos This is the second story in the "Stories from Under the Golden Roof" series. This story contains some dialogue in Dutch, translations of the Dutch dialogue is included. The Dutch has not been edited. Any errors are entirely the fault of the author. Thank you to NChanta, Antagonee, and Patricia Montclair for their comments and suggestions!...
In response to several readers who wanted me to provide more details regarding the romance between Rick and Erika I've written this sequel. While it could be a stand alone story I strongly recommend that you read "Fighting Terrorism - Finding Love" first. I hope you enjoy reading the sequel as much I did in writing it. I, also, wish to thank Blunajana for...
"Don't come in! I'm not dressed. Get out!" Finally, on Christmas morning, of all days, after having lived with her in the same, small apartment for six, happy years and after having tried to see her naked for six, frustrating years without success, I caught her. I saw her. She was naked. That was the last time I saw Carol. Too focused on her naked body, I...
This is the second chapter of the romance and intrigue that is "Don't Miss," he said. Check back for more chapters, and please vote and comment. Any and all constructive criticisms are welcome. So, once again, I'll turn it over to your humble narrator, Alphonse. Take it away...Al. ************* I wish that I could tell you that we regained normalcy at Cree...
Here's something I've been working on bit by bit since I figured out how to move on from Fated Hearts. I'm super excited to have something other than The Masseur with a more real quality than....well. Let's face it. Eric was just a fantasy, even though I imagined Alexander Skarsgard every time I had to write some sex into that story (swoon). Anyway. This sto...
(Author's note: the following story came about as a friendly challenge between myself and sr71plt. We went with the same basic theme -- an Amish couple going on a honeymoon cruise -- but diverged significantly from there. Keep in mind as you are reading this tale that it is as much about group sex as it is about gay male sex. If sex between men turns you off...
There are no explicit descriptions of sex in this story. The computer devices and technology described are purely a product of my imagination. Although, to paraphrase what someone once said . . . . . "Yesterday's science fiction is today's reality". So who can really say that they don't already exist . . . somewhere. 'The Agency' is fictional but perhaps i...
Linda looked at Bill standing in the middle of the kitchen holding the coffee pot. She knew he was hurt. She'd whored herself out to a roomful of men to make a sale. Sure, the biggest commission of her career, but whoring, being a whore was still humiliating to her. And the love of her life, her husband not only found out about it but had to watch the entire...