Rose Strailos 100 Flash Stories
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
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Category:
Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
15
Views:
2,095
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I own the characters, I created this world. This story is an ORIGINAL FICTION and is mine. Any copyright infringement will be not be tolerated. Anything/one recognizable is not mine and is not meant to infringe on copyrights.
35 & 42
Prompt: Master
Number: 42
Breathing out the word as again I seem him, I blush and look down. I know I should not want, but I do. I want to touch and be touched. I want to feel a bed under me as he presses me down into it. My desires are so very bad and I would forfeit my life should others discover my perversion for I am a male, black and a slave to him and I want the one I call…Master.
Prompt: History
Number: 42
It’s mostly writtten by the winnders, those who had the power to come out on top. It’s never written by the losers. The chronicles of their pain, suffering and anguish lost in the tide of time.
Only now are we slowly rewriting it as discover and learn. As we discover their stories we are slowly rewriting that which was written by the winners. We are rewriting History with every fragment that we find. We fill in the pieces like a jigsaw and we feel pride in those lost moments finally coming to light.
Number: 42
Breathing out the word as again I seem him, I blush and look down. I know I should not want, but I do. I want to touch and be touched. I want to feel a bed under me as he presses me down into it. My desires are so very bad and I would forfeit my life should others discover my perversion for I am a male, black and a slave to him and I want the one I call…Master.
Prompt: History
Number: 42
It’s mostly writtten by the winnders, those who had the power to come out on top. It’s never written by the losers. The chronicles of their pain, suffering and anguish lost in the tide of time.
Only now are we slowly rewriting it as discover and learn. As we discover their stories we are slowly rewriting that which was written by the winners. We are rewriting History with every fragment that we find. We fill in the pieces like a jigsaw and we feel pride in those lost moments finally coming to light.