Foreword: Going to be plenty of debauchery from here on out. Also lots of consent talk, because I find that hot. References to male-on-male sex are only conversational, btw; I want to acknowledge it without any shaming or put-downs in the story, but I won't be writing it 'cause it's just not my thing. It happens, but it won't happen for the protagonist, and...
Bjorn fiddled with the tie, but nothing he did seemed to straighten out the mess that he had made of the knot tightening uncomfortably about his neck. Any more than he could straighten out the mess that had become their lives. If the week had gotten off to a mixed start with confirmation of Kirsty's pregnancy to lighten the load of their run-in with Greta a...
For Shelley Kimberley could feel the warmth of the late afternoon sunshine seep through the windows and flow through the soft cotton of her pale yellow summer dress. Warm weather like this wasn't unusual for late May, but it had come unexpectedly and she had had to dig deep in her closet to find something light enough to be comfortable. She looked south int...
The first thing that struck me about Vivid's offices was how big the building was compared to Arnie's small studio. It looked like a big brown warehouse type deal, and I later learned that there are 5 rather sizable rooms inside used as sets for the video shoots, along with editing facilities, and the shipping department, from which all of Vivid's tapes and...
Another new story. I was thinking about the old line... 'Fast cars and fast women', and gave it a little twist for the modern world. Having said that, introducing and developing these characters does take time. I ask for your patience. If you're looking for a quickie, then you'd better look elsewhere. If you are willing to go for a little ride, well, by al...
There's a small auditorium at the small community college I'm attending this summer where, in the late afternoon, I join several other students on Tuesdays for a public speaking workshop. It's nothing formal, no teachers or TAs. It's just a half dozen or so of us guys who decided to start a summer speaking club to conquer our fear of speaking in front of f...
To everyone who's waited patiently for me to get my act together — Thank you! (This is the fourth chapter in an ongoing series and won't make a whole lot of sense if you haven't read the first three. Which you should definitely go do right now. Don't worry—we'll be here waiting for you when you catch up.) * * * * * Ever try to make something work in...
Chapter 9: The Party "You both understand what's expected?" Carmella asked Marcia and Tony Daly as they stood outside the heavy oak front doors of Appleby Mansion. Their position at the top of the downward curving concrete steps allowed the three of them a clear view of the cars making their way along the drive. The vast array of trees bordering the long...
"So what kind of name is 'Katarina'?" I asked my roommate. "What do you mean, 'what kind of name is Katarina?'" replied Katarina tartly. "I dunno, just seems kind of exotic..." I said. "Could I ask you a favor?" said Katarina. "Would you mind just not talking to me for the rest of the night? I have a lot of homework to do." I stared at her from my bunk,...
Surrey, England July 17th, 1998 Liz sat in the waiting area, her elevated heartbeat betraying the nerves she was hoping wouldn't go noticed. She mentally encouraged herself to calm down. 'No one's forcing you into this. It's just a bit of fun. If you get through, the money will be amazing.' A few deep breaths and she was as relaxed as she felt she was go...