A/N: thank you JohnEB87 for all your help and encouragement to get this chapter out. I'm sorry it took so long guys and gals, growing up is one hell of an adventure. * The pain and soreness in Tom's neck hadn't subsided at all, despite taking three ibuprofen and a long, hot shower. The entire left side of his neck was black and purple, rimmed red all arou...
It's been forever. I've been in a very dark place, pretending everything is alright, unable to bring myself to open the laptop to write because of all the emotional pain, but after every storm the sun eventually comes out, and we need to keep going regardless of the pain and scars left behind. I want to thank everyone who kept writing to me. That helped keep...
Chapter 1. Hell in a Bucket "I'm so fucked. He owed me fifteen grand!" I was sitting with my good friend Al at our Wednesday table in the corner window of Fink's Fine Foods on a foggy San Francisco morning. I sat with my back to the window, slumped down in the seat with a hoodie down over my eyes, oblivious to the street action we so often snarkily commente...
Warning: This story contains elements of Cuckoldry (NTR) and Non-Consent. If those aren't your jam, this is your chance to leave. *** "Mou," Mary lamented as she examined the latest tear in her cloak. It was the third one in as many hours, and she was in no mood to break out her needle and thread again. With a disgruntled sigh she decided to leave the torn...
Kirsty looked around the cabin where she had been their 'prisoner.' No, even captive seemed a bit strong after...him. Bjorn. She bit her lower lip and smiled secretively remembering that she had seduced him that first time. His first time. But there had been other firsts here too. When Mikael had... She blushed just at the thought of his darker head buried...
This story contains graphic depictions of male bi-sexuality. If this bothers you, don't read it and remember that this is only a story. John and I grew up best friends in a medium sized town in California. We used to hang out together and through the years shared many an experience together, but none were like the ones we experienced last ski season with...
It was August 2013. I had just received news that my Vietnam manager had decided to quit and wanted to leave in three weeks' time. We didn't have anybody in that office who could run the number of ongoing projects; that had been a failing of mine - I just hadn't had the time to ensure that an effective second-in-command was in place. Janez was German, and h...
Author's Note: Second edit pass complete! Check out my bio for details. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~Antoinette~~ From the meeting room of her great glass tower in Elysium, Antoinette stood in front of the window-wall, and watched the city burn. Far off in the distance, the night sky had turned slightly orange with the light of flame, as the l...
Grateful thanks go to the best editor in the world – thesoundandfury. And check out his new novel – Models and Super Spies. Thanks Ken, not only for your editing, but also for the constant encouragement, suggestions, and for helping me to become a better writer. Chapter 6: Kelli Homicide was crawling all over the apartment when Donny Webster arrived. It h...
Part One You know, I blame the dream. I mean I'm not some bi-curious harlot. And the prickle of my cheeks in David Gandy's underwear section of Marks and Spencer's proves I am certainly no lesbian. So, yes, I blame the dream. Where did it come from? Why should I, after years of red-blooded cock loving, dream of splaying on an altar (!) with my knickers off...