"It doesn't have to be him! He is your kind; I can sense that. But a male? No cubs can come from him. If he is here there must be others of your kind. Let him lead us to them, be our guide. A kitling his age is surely capable of that. But you can't claim him, My Lord, the clan would revolt." Cavel's lips curled into a sharp sneer and he cuffed the cat on th...
"Why can't we stay outside the gates like before?" Tate asked, for what felt like the hundredth time. "Because there are bandits outside the gates and they'll attack us. Now stop worrying Shantran, there's room enough for the entire tribe inside, especially during a festival." Tate didn't say anything else but Lukas knew how tormented the younger man felt....
Avery ducked into the bar and looked around. It was rumored to be a gay bar, but it was really hard to tell. It wasn't as obvious as Avery had hoped it would be. He walked over to the bar and sat down on one of the wooden stools. He glanced up and his eye caught a strong looking man. His hair was cut short and it fell in waves just above his eyes. Avery was...
It was the look that unnerved me. It was too intense, too constant, unsolicited and therefore without reason. That's what I was telling myself. At the train station, standing in line and waiting to pay for my "Cafe Americano" is when I'd noticed it. Peering at me "through the heads" of others behind me. A few feet away, holding my glance too strongly...
Hospitals are supposed to be fuckin’ boring, but not the one I went to! I got stuff-all rest when I was there, not that I mind. I hate being stuck in a bed and being helped to the fuckin’ toilet every time I want to take a slash. When the ambulance first took me there it was like a fuckin’ circus, only no one was clowning around. The cops were crawling all...
I miss him. Of course I do. But life, as they say, must go on for the rest of us so I don't talk about him much, and my friends don't either, not after the first few terrible months. I think about him though, and I'm pretty sure he thinks of me. I have no proof of this, of course, and I don't have any religious convictions, except one and that is I don't thi...
When my emotions become overwhelming, I rush to set down my thoughts. I never know where they are going. For most of my life, I have not had a plan...not one that I actually followed, that is. Now, with the years advancing upon me, there is a real urgency to finally set one goal, and work to achieve it. I will not die alone. I am through with being alone -...
Sorry no sex scene's. This is Part 2 to Prison Time. I hope you enjoy. Hayden had only been gone a couple of days before I talked myself into believing he had moved on with someone else. I knew I couldn't take Hayden home to my mother. She would freak out, so would the rest of my family. "Mail call!" The CO announced over the speaker. I watched as ever...
When I awoke the next morning to bright sunlight coming through the front windows, I noticed that Beck was not in bed. I pulled on my jeans and a t-shirt and walked out on the porch for a while. When I came back in, I saw him and startled, gasping just a bit. He turned to me and said, "Hey, coffee's making." His face was not smiling or weird or confused at...
Just a quick note. Please note that this is my first attempt at any sort of fiction let alone erotic fiction. It really starts off slow and serves merely as an introduction to the central character and his life. I intend on this being a series but only if there is sufficient interest. – Curious Scribe * Dorian Greyling sat in his cubicle staring at h...