To My Real Rose: Smile for me. * * * * * Sunday night in Blacksburg Virginia. Summer. No screaming hoochies walking around. No drunken frat boys. The police roam the streets, wishing the peace would last. The River's edge was sparsely populated with locals who enjoyed the lessened presence of students. Harold Masters sipped his cider slowly, his eyes lazil...
I could see my girlfriend reflected in the mirror and I knew she was checking me out. She was lying on her bed, staring. I liked it. Being observed gave me a thrill. I'm not gay, but I can appreciate that I am a very good looking lad. I am 20 years old, in college, and I am into my sports. I have always been lucky with the girls. Apparently scally, jock lads...
PART ONE My name is Giovanni Sterling. I'm a half British, half American mean slab of raw steak with dark brown hair. People, girls that is, call me a bastard. I agree, I am a full out bastard. I have to be. I'm defending motor scooter world champion. Let me tell you about motor scooter racing. It's a crazy fuck filled world with thrills, kills and million...
I licked a nab of bitter chocolate off my finger and felt dimples appear as I grinned tipsily to myself, a brilliant day had turned into a raucous and energetic night. One of my favourite friends was visiting and we'd spent the afternoon catching up in the sunshine in a pub garden that was so pretty it felt wrong to call it a beer garden. She's been living...
This story cannot be understood without reading part one, so please review that one before reading this. However, if you are happy with the ending of Part 1, it is not required to read this. In my opinion, somethings are better left unsaid. I liked the original story. Well, I wrote it so I should like it, right? But there are always readers who are completi...
A couple weeks later it was the start of the summer holidays. I spent just about every night after Kev had fucked me in the changing room thinking back to that afternoon, and jacking off in bed – letting my hot cum spurt onto my belly, imagining it was his... And then about three days into the school break I got a text from an unknown number: Vikki, I'm ho...
Author's Note: "Dangerous Dealings" (DD) is a one-off story, serving as a prequel to a series of full-length novels featuring Heather Hunter. Because she was only six years old in 1988, Heather does not appear in DD, but some of the characters that do appear become major players alongside her. Please be forewarned: DD only contains a small amount of sex, an...
If you could go back and fix one mistake in your life, what would it be? The following story touches many ideas and could be categorized in many topics, but I feel it is a Loving Wife story at heart. I like the ideas in this enough that I hope I can revisit it for additional parts. This clearly a stand-alone story, but I feel the universe of the title char...
Author's Note: Thanks for the comments on the first chapters of C&G. I'm happy to get the feedback, positive and negative. As usual, I write too much about characters (and maybe I put some plot in there too), but not enough about sex. So, if that's not for you, I'll politely ask you to see yourself to the door. For the rest of you, I will assume you've r...
Authors Note This story was written for the National Novel Writing Month 2011 in November of that year and was completed on November 29th 2011, although the editing took a little longer, hence the slight delay from finishing to publishing the book. The setting for this story is a small town in the Midlands and is expressly designed to be around seventy sho...