Rough Stories

Lelouch heads to the Stadtfeld manor to make some extra cash for Nunnally. Suspicious of him from the beginning and more now than ever, Kallen puts him in his place.

He Had Me Hopping All Night New May 11 All characters in this story are 18+ This story is completely fictional. All acts in this story are fully consensual. This was a story from last month. Some of you might’ve caught it back in April, but I’m posting it for the rest of you

Life was becoming complicated in hiding his fetish for fourteen-year-old boys in Washington, D.C., so a music professor and symphony orchestra celloist moved to rural Bridgewater, Virginia, to avoid temptation. An invitation to mentor a fourteen-year-old violin prodigy at the Garth-Newel music center in the Allegheny Mountains, though, in addition to the charms of the son of a B&B owner, puts temptations squarely in the professor's path.

What would make a sophisticated, well-educated American man in his early thirties take a job running coffee and cinnamon plantations in rural East Timor for a Portuguese export house? It couldn't be because the age of consent for teenage boys there is fourteen, could it?

When 14-year-old Tom's family immigrates to Boston from England in 1804, Tom goes to a merchant ship as an apprentice sailor. A British frigate impresses sailors from the ship, however, making the small, young, blond, handsome Tom a cabin boy on the brig HMS "Raven," the duties of which include opening his thighs for the ship's officers and sailors. They change his name to Jamie and sail to the Barbary Coast, where Jamie, going on shore leave in Tripoli is taken into a male brothel

A woman finds herself competing with her identical twin sister for the attention of Aaron.

An out of work schoolteacher goes to the big city looking for a new job, but finds the city is a lot different than the small town she was from!

Male-perspective bisexual: Torn between his love for a woman lost and his need for her cruel, former husband, a young American can't keep away from the memory of the Tree of Idleness restaurant in both its Turkish Cypriot and Greek Cypriot manifestations or from the guitar music that possessed him there, played by the man who he couldn't escape wanting.

Moved into a new apartment in a rough neighborhood and already found myself getting banged by the residents