Author's note: This is, in all its seven parts and their many chapters, one very, very long story. If long stories bother you, I suggest you read something else. No part of this story is written so as to stand on its own. I strongly suggest that you start with the beginning of Part 1 and read sequentially—giving up at any point you choose, of course....
Everyone in this is over 18. If you have any feedback, I'd love to hear it. ***** I was right in the middle of my morning masturbation while laying in bed when I heard a knock on my front door. I quickly grabbed some clothes and ran to the door thinking my step mother must have forgotten her keys as she had just left for work. As I opened the door I was sh...
[Everyone in this story is over twenty-five years old] *** Robertson Russell waved at his annoyed fiancée down on the dock. "Robbie, only fags go on cruises with their moms" Bonita had said crisply. Silly girl. Though Robertson had been a little faggy for his Mummie from time to time. What cute heels Bonita had! Mummie had a pair about an inch higher.....
Vampire politics, I thought to myself with disgust as I looked at my would-be executioner, Cain Tremblay. The tall, red-haired and alabaster-skinned vampire whom I've known for ages lay on the ground, bleeding and spent but not quite dead. Not just yet. We were in Ottawa's Vanier Parkway, right by the water, on a quiet summer night. Looking at me with a fera...
Sometimes I wonder why so many annoying bozos, assorted creeps and bigots come my way, then I realize the answer the moment I ask myself the question. They come my way because I am the only one who can deal with them accordingly. Everyone I know run from trouble while I deal with it. Notice that I didn't say that I seek it out. Never bring trouble to trouble...
I was sitting in a sort of cozy living room, many pictures of drawings or famous people getting inked were posted on the wall, and the place smelt really nice. It was a lot better than other joints I visited in the past month. Some internet sensation was tattooed here, which in any case, the place got a boost of popularity. I saw a biker and his old lady, bo...
It was the end of Spring Break and unfortunately, since I had gone away to visit friends, I hadn't run into what I was calling the 'Philosophy Project.' As soon as I got back home that Saturday, all the girls I hung out with were hitting me up to meet at the lake. Everybody had news to catch up on, but I knew that mine was the juiciest. When I finally told t...
Fetish and bondage modelling is something, I've always thought about and now I've decided to take it up. It compliments my escorting, and it's a Muslim friend of mine who encouraged me to take it up. Zayna, is dark skinned, dark haired and green-eyed British-Pakistani girl who has been doing fetish and bondage modelling for a while. She introduced me to litt...
I waited for my brother in the Weatherspoons pub, he called me and wanted a burger meal with a large cola as he was not a drinker as I was. I ordered a pint of Heineken beer and waited for him to arrive, as I was also waiting for an important call from my Police Inspector about an escort job protecting a Jewish Labour member who feared for her life from the...
This one is a little personal; my father in law was a Japanese-American GI in WW2 and there are a lot of echoes of my family in Doc M's family. The Battle of the Lost Brigade happened in October 1944. Like the Light Brigade at Balaclava, the 442d was ordered by incompetent generals to do a militarily impossible task and did it on sheer courage, at great los...