Clip clops heralded the arrival of the carriage. A massive clydesdale drew it along and it was driven by a hunched man whose features were enshrouded by a hooded cloak. The cart was compact, inky, and illuminated only by a pair of swinging lamps that had been filled with light-bugs from the previous dawn. Silver lines of enchanted runes outlined the bottom...
Panic is an awful thing. It's a good thing it's mostly fleeting. Like a lightning strike--quick, shocking, painful. Though as it subsides there is this burning sensation left as you realize your insides have been cooked. I woke up with panic. I don't move quickly from our bed on most mornings but this morning, at around three, I flung myself from the grasp o...
Sam had a guitar, and he could play. No one else was very impressed with this fact, I guess, because I was the one who stayed at his feet all night, begging him to play another song for me. He would smile and oblige, as willing to have an audience as I was to hear him play and sing in his smooth voice. He went through his entire repertoire for me, so that by...
It only took three visits to chat up the 18 year old gay boy at the takeaway. Both of the first two times my cock was semi rigid in my jeans, a warm twitching presence nestled against my balls. He was flirty from the beginning, obviously liking the attention. On the third visit I made my move and arranged to pick him up after his shift ended. It was simple:...
He first saw her in a small restaurant, he was surprised he hadn't noticed her around town before, that meant she had probably just moved here. Perhaps to attend the college campus in town, there was a large flux every year of new students. Most of them got local jobs in restaurants like this, Random adjusted the front of his pants casually before approachin...
The conversation in the cab on our way out the highway was sparse and tense. We discussed our projects, trying to joke through the obvious awkwardness, but my typical free-flowing chatter abandoned me as it always does when I'm hopelessly attracted to a person. I kept looking over at James' face as he drove the truck and catching him looking over at me. It s...
You pull back the door and gesture me to enter, and I smell the faint whiff of scented candles and see their lights flicker in the otherwise darkened room. I follow you into the middle of the spacious corner room and stand watch your reflection from you as you turn your back to me, face the mirror and lift your hair. I long to rush to you, to wrap my arms a...
My stomach did little flip-flops as I thought of the scandalous birthday gift flopping around in my messenger bag while walking the few blocks from my house to Sue Jean's apartment. The July heat was still nearly unbearable at almost 9 P.M., small beads of sweat developing all over my freshly showered (Dr. Bronner's citrus-scented liquid soap) body. Clad in...
"Hey Niykee, this is crazy. Would you go on a first date with me in Olympic National Park this weekend?" Niykee remembered Donovan, the guy who sent her the text. Her producer had rented out the Sky Bar to throw a promotional party. She was sitting with her girlfriends at the far end of the pool at the table with the glass railing that opened up a full view...
Alternate Title: The Proper Way To Say Thank You I walked up to the dimly lit fire hall and looked around. There were two trucks parked inside and not a soul in sight. "Hello?" I called out, shifting the heavy basket of expensive coffee in my arms. "Anybody here?" A door on the right opened, and a young man in a dark blue shirt and jeans stepped out. He...