I saw Mr. and Mrs. French stopped at the light where Southgate crosses Euclid Avenue and becomes Hill Street. Before they put up a stoplight, there was only a stop sign. Euclid Avenue was called Nicolas. Back then, Mr. French's old Plymouth, with its huge fins in the back, would have still attracted attention. I was probably the only one who noticed it today...
THUMP! I laugh as I stand over Bradley, the kid I bully. He hit the ground hard when I shoved him, and he's looking up at me, with a look that's full of anger and fear. There wasn't any particular reason that I shoved him, but he was looking a little too confident today, and I can't have that continue, can I? After all, it is my job to put him in his place...
Like many people, I was bullied in school. I was small, slender and effeminate and, as a result, was often called gay, queer, fag and sissy by school bullies. The fact that what they said was sort of true just made it closer to the bone and more painful to hear. Like many teenage boys, I was going through something of an identity crisis surrounding my body a...
I have to admit, the first time by boyfriend said that he wanted to watch me have sex with another man, I was a little shocked! But the more I thought about it, the more it excited me - having sex with strangers, experiencing other men while my boyfriend watched. And it was a while since my boyfriend excited or pleased me sexually. It wasn't long before he...
The applause sign lit and the crowd went crazy. She emerged from a massive, decoratively arched doorway and made her way down a long brightly lit ramp like some sort of alien Queen getting ready to sing space-opera to a group of star-struck, earthbound peasants. "Welcome to the Debra Harper show!" shouted Debra Harper to all her fans, mostly middle-aged to...
Heads-up: it's Smokey BDSM time again. Clearly, you've clicked to read, and so—fair warning: this is intense. You've seen a number of elements like this in earlier stories of mine. But as always, the core story and plot are unique. Some of you will love it, some will not. And in both camps, you know who you are. Either way, this story is dedicated to anyone...
You were on your way to school, hoping for the day to quickly start so it can finally be over, it was Friday and you couldn't wait to enjoy the weekend. Your parents were away celebrating their anniversary and wouldn't be back until Monday. All you had to do was survive one last day without incident. Easy right? Then the house and the weekend would be all yo...
*** BEFORE YOU START READING, PLEASE PRESS THE "START GAME" BUTTON. WHILST YOU CAN READ IT AS A TRADITIONAL STORY THERE WILL BE SOME ISSUES WITH THE FLOW OF THE STORY UNLESS YOU ARE IN GAME MODE*** Kayla's tongue lapped against the head of her boyfriend's dick. She knew some of her friends hated giving head but she'd always enjoyed driving Stuart w...
Looking at the pitiful state of Joab, Chuck sighed and turned to the lanky punk. "You! what were you planning to do with the knife?" "I... I... was just..." "Darby is everyone you know an idiot?" Darby cursed the seven generations of the blabbering fool in his mind, as he hastily told the punk to spill the beans. "I was going to teach the bitch a lesson...
"What the fuck do you want, white boy?" he asked as I opened the door. Then he smiled at me and I let him in. "You want me to thug on your ass again?" I remembered how his powerful black muscles gripped me like steel bands and the pain he inflicted on my body the last time he was here. "I have something else in mind," I said. Please come in! I closed the...