It took me longer than I thought to complete this second chapter. Please try to ignore any spelling and grammar mistakes. I am looking for an editor. If you would like to edit or have a suggestion, please let me know. The following story is my personal work, fiction and not related to real-life events or people. Any similarities are a coincidence. Characters...
bookONE : REALities * * * on a gathering storm / comes a tall handsome man / but hidden in his coat / is a red right hand * * * * * * The power runs on sunlight. On a really good day, some of us are allowed into the gym, and we can watch the TV for three hours. Old DVDs. Usually they'll just store it for the lights at night. We have a couple gas gene...
Day 2: Taking Control I wake up the next morning spooning you from behind. You're quiet, so I assume you're still asleep. Your hair is in my face and I breathe deeply in the scent of it and of your skin. Despite our showers I can also smell your pussy. The scent of you brings back the memories of the passionate night before and it's intoxicating. My cock st...
It had been a hell of trip sailing from Larochelle to Casablanca to the island of Tenerife in about week of shifting November winds. When endured ten days of storm the captain threw his hands in the air and said "we're dead" and headed below deck and only peeked out the hatch a few times per day to check on me and the large ships that floated about the rugge...
(this is a sequel to Ode to A Cali Courtesan, and takes place, as did the prequel, in real time. Thank you. These recollections are attempts to freeze a particular time, forever. Danbury 200) My spent cock still deep in Megan's mouth, I lie back on the hot bed, nearly unconscious from the dramatic, wild sucking off. Utterly drained, dick stiff but rapid...