-+-{Lincoln's Pride}-+- .-'[Part 9]'-. "All right then, Link?" Bren asked as he came to sit by me on the ledge of the hot tub against the wall with a towel of his own. The cool tile felt nice against my warm skin. I looked up and saw Kamal and Samir had left us. Bren smiled at me hopefully. "Sorry I got you in trouble. I didn't mean to do that," I sai...
[I don't want to hear sad songs anymore, I only want to hear love songs I found my heart up in this place tonight Don't want to sing mad songs anymore, Only want to sing your song 'Cause your song's got me feeling like I'm in love -Rita Ora] [By Emri] +++ "This will let anyone know to whom you belong," Mr. Hamad told me as he opened a file on his desk...
This story is dedicated to all the real Super Heroes of our time - The Service men and women of our Armed Forces and First Responders. This story is a work of pure fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or l...
"Hail to the Tutweilers. Charles, Anne, hello. So good of the American embassy to send a contingent to the polo match. And who might this young man with you be?" Marc looked up at the imposing figure astride the equally massive and magnificent horse. Charles had told him who the rider was before he'd broken away from his team after the first chukka and had...
"Silas's Choice." "Say what?" Rocky Hansan asked. "Silas's Choice," I repeated. "You are offering me the same options you offered Silas Collins three years ago. Did you realize that?" "Of course not," the chief of the Near East Division said. "Farthest thing from our minds." But he looked of his fifth-floor window at the unexpected April snow falling on h...
Thanks for your feedback everyone! :) -Emri ++++ Ali carried me into the bathroom and set me on the counter. He was still a little red, and pulled at his tie and ripped a button as he tore his sweat-soaked shirt off. He kicked his leather dress shoes over towards the closet and quickly tossed his pants, sending them towards the door. He stood in front...
"People think I'm this rough guy, but I really just want to find 'The One.' When I saw Niles' picture I just knew he was right," I said into the camera with a hopeful smile. Actually I hadn't yet seen Niles in person. He was stuck in Miami delayed by a hurricane or something. We were three days into filming and he was missing his own show. The picture they...
What you're about to read: This is a work of historical fiction—recent history—inspired by actual accounts, so it's rather realistic though definitely fictional. The novel is built around themes I find erotic: captivity, sexual tension, male intimacy. However (disclaimer and spoiler), you won't find any full-blown sex here. This is the story of a queerly rom...
Series 2: 7 years later. +{Lincoln's Pride}+ Chapter 1 ***** "Leenk-un," He said it slowly, showing his gleaming white teeth as he enunciated, scrunching his large nose as though deciding if it really should be my name or not. It made his trimmed, black beard form a square around his full, reddish-brown lips. "Lincoln, why the second L? You don't pron...
The next day I woke up in Samir's arms. He'd held me the whole night. I slept so well, but woke up realizing it wasn't my lion who held me. Samir wasn't as bulky, didn't hold me with the same urgency. I closed my eyes and tried to pretend. Ashkan woke me up with a finger pressed to his lips. The lion wasn't to be woken. He helped me wiggle out of Samir's a...