Disclaimer: All characters are 18 or older. Content Warnings: Unrealistic anatomy, Muscle, Incest The Beginning The Fates' designs are never clear to those woven into their tapestry. With each mortal and immortal birth, Nona spins the thread of fate, Decima measures it carefully, and Morta cuts it's end. Together, the fates weave each thread into their loo...
Chapter 12 — Take a Stand June 1974 May had come and gone, and graduation, too. Jim stayed in town through it all. For one thing, he wanted to see Rich's parents one last time and help him load his gear into the trailer they'd rented to haul it all back to New Jersey. Rich was going to have two weeks at home before beginning his new job in Illinois. Anoth...
****************** Jim - I was pretty much worried sick about Rachel, but I had to bury those feelings and focus on just what I was doing now, second by second. We were on the way to the address the cabbie had given us. He was locked in the back seat. Jennifer was with me and we were both armed now. I had my full sized M1911 Colt .45 ACP with that little...
Prelude: Even though I use 'Mom' instead of 'Mum', this story is set in the UK. Also, everyone in this story is over 18. Enjoy! It begins with me sitting outside of school, waiting for my mom to come get me. Odd, seeing as my mom can't drive. But that's what she said to me: wait at the gate and I'll come pick you up. I didn't think much about that statemen...
Missy is hard up. She's out of gas and stuck in this Podunk town of Arizona. She's sitting on her car hood, the August sun beating down on her, and all the while, the payphone next to her is mocking her. Out of gas. Out of money. Out of people to turn to. She'll be damned if she's going to call her parents. She could hear the conversation now: "But your d...
As I drove to the Leukemia Ball - by myself - that fateful Saturday night, I wondered how my life could be so rich in some ways, and in the crapper in others. For about the 10,000th time in the last two years I mused about how the old saying "Money can't buy happiness" was - at least in my case - not just a cliché but an axiom. The rich parts of my life? M...
"You'll be fine, Eloise. I'm sure you're ready." Eloise swallowed, her mouth cardboard-dry. She was far from sure, but she wasn't going to admit it. "Yes. No problem." "You've been working on the preparation for months - you know the deal inside out." "I do." Prep was one thing: actually *being* there, at the negotiating table, was something else entirely...
The beat from within the club still pounds in our ears as we walk out the front door toward the car. Our arms around one another’s waists, we press our sides together as we go, feeling the warmth of each other’s bodies in the cool night air. The parking lot outside the club is large, and not well lit. We arrived late, and parked far from the entrance to the...
She was irritated. This is the age of everything being digital. It's now texting as opposed to talking to someone on the phone. Letters sent via the postal service is considered "snail mail". Instead of "call me", it's "Facebook me". Thank you Mark Zuckerberg. Why her agent wanted a hard copy of her latest chapter was beyond her, but he did. Fine, whatever,...
This story and the chapters to follow are fiction. It's a story of a man who became a bull in the cuckold scene of the early eighties in New York. This is his road to that place in his life. ------------- New York 1981 To tell you that being a male escort and a bull for wealthy cuckold couples in New York was a chore, would be a lie. Yes, it had its ups...