Previously submitted as merely a story (In the Beginning). "Allure" occurred decades ago. Based on letters, poems and journal entries written at the time, this work has been rendered as true to the reality of these moments as possible. The woman of "Allure" has read the whole of and concurs. "That's how I remember it," she said. I had worried time might have...
Part One: The Picnic It was a lovely Saturday morning. The summer sun poured in thru the open window as Nick opened his eyes. He stretched and yawned, being careful not to disturb Kate, his live-in girl friend, who was sleeping peacefully next to him. He turned on his side to watch her as she slept. The movement caused her to open her eyes. He leaned acros...
The rising sun lured us to the beach where we stretched out on the king-sized blanket from our bed. He was naked, the same as he had been ever since we arrived on the private island four days ago. Daily sunbathing eliminated the paleness from months of twelve and fourteen hour days in the office and gave him a healthy glow. "I'm going in for a quick swim t...
Phoenix strolled out of the tavern, wondering where she had wandered off to now. It didn't take him long to find out. A low moan came from the alley that ran down the side of the tavern. Phoenix walked to it and entered the alley. The late evening light was dim, but there was enough to see by. The alley was short, closed at the far end and was cobbled, whic...
The Martin Hastings Saga" is a work of erotic fantasy/fiction in three distinct pieces and is not based on any beliefs/realities or are any of the characters based on person's alive or dead. This story contains elements of b/d, s/m, forced femininity, and some explicit scenes of gay sexual activity, some non consentual in nature. The story is meant to be a p...
"It ain't over till it's over.'' - Yogi Berra Sharon said she wanted to meet so we could have "closure." I had no idea what there was left to accomplish after we had already met four times to get "closure." No matter how many times we met, I would never get closure. I agreed just to be near her again, but I loathed myself and my love for her. So far, ever...
Paine pulled yet another dart from his leather jerkin with a grimace, and muttered to himself. "Oh yes, it'll be easy. Recover a historical artefact, no monsterfolk fight anymore, so you've only got animals to worry about. Bollocks we have." It had not been a good day, and he balefully stared at the sandstone walls. There had been animals, big sodding lizard...
Melanie and I fell into a routine. I started staying over at her place so often that my own apartment became little more than a place to keep my extra clothes. We would fuck constantly. No occasion was off limits. In the shower, obviously. And occasionally she's jerk me off in the bath or I'd finger her until she squirted into her bubble bath. She's suck m...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** "Oh, it's good to be back home," I said, as I threw my bag onto my chair. I had just finished my second year at college and I had promised my parents that I would spend the holidays with them. Usually I would spend the holidays with my friends or my girlfriend but after my...
I was a student living abroad in Madrid when we met. I had no classes that afternoon and decided to walk along the Gran Via. The oversized yellow umbrella I carried provided more than adequate cover from the Spanish afternoon sun. My fair skin, long brown hair and blue eyes surely stood out among the native Spaniards. Perhaps that's what captured Javier's a...