"The Faeries should be pleased," Patrick Davidson said to himself, gazing at the tiered garden he had spent years building and maintaining. He turned to his favorite part of his creation - the sculpted stone fountain that sat at its center. Two meters high, it was crafted from pale gray stone. A custom carved statue depicting a trio of winged Faeries holdin...
Patrick was glad to be back home in Montreal. He sat at his computer trying to make sense of the events on his trip to New York City. Googling "Chelsea" brought descriptions of the neighborhood. It was a hotbed of LGBT activity. So that's what those lesbians were warning me about. Patrick opened the website of the Chelsea Art Museum. It featured a collection...
Prologue He was not concentrating properly. As he rode his motor bike down the wet winding road from the hills to the city plain, he took a sharp bend wider than he anticipated. The front wheel hit the slippery white line in the middle of the road; the bike slithered, went out of control and hurtled towards the steep drop at the side of the road. Patrick we...
Patrick was devastated by the news. It hit him like a ton of bricks. He stood against the wall frozen as Stan made the announcement. Stan called the team together that morning for a quick meeting in his office. Everyone crowded inside; Jenny was annoyed her day was being interrupted so early. Tommy had that clueless look on his face that he always has, Patri...
Morgan Ashley was a very pretty lady, not movie star glamorous mind you, but far prettier than anything her wimpy husband Robin would normally attract. Having just stepped out of the shower she was wearing a red mid-wale corduroy bathrobe and her long red hair was wrapped in a towel. She was seated in the living room armchair with a cigarette perched between...
This is part of a much larger project, so the intro to some of the characters is lacking here. I have written more which I should be posting later. It was late when we got back to my house. Emma and Eric waved goodbye as they climbed into their car, but Patrick stood on the porch, watching me carefully. There was something unreadable in his eyes, something...
"Dad, I....." "Your father went storming out to the garage, dear," Mom said, coming back on the telephone, "don't worry, he'll get over it. I'm looking forward to your visit and meeting your young man. I have a feeling that Patrick will be quite a challenge for my Dominick..." After I finished talking with my mother I went looking for Patrick. I found him...
Kevyn kept her eyes down, she knew that Stu was looking at her, she could feel it. When she knew that there were just a few more minutes of class left she began to pack her things so that she could make a fast getaway. She even took out her cell phone just so she could pretend to be talking to someone thinking that Stu wouldn't be so rude as to interrupt a p...
Thank you everyone for the feedback, both the positive critical, the favorable. I omitted what Patrick's actual business is on purpose; it is not really part of the story. Dee did not take Patrick's large penis in her mouth right away, she wanted to enjoy it and tease it first and the young black girl was also more than a little worried she would not be ab...
The next week, Melissa showed up dressed in a pair of jeans, a respectable shirt and sandals. Patrick noticed but didn't say anything. He didn't believe for one second that the one confrontation with Kevyn was enough to initiate the change in attire and attitude. Nor did he believe that she was through with him, she was still up to no good. Patrick wasn't t...