*Hey all. Apologies for not writing recently. I've had this story in my head for a while so I thought I'd run with it. I will return to dusk before dawn but I'm enjoying this more at the moment so bare with me on that. Comments and criticism welcome.* "Perimeter gates closing. Perimeter gates closing. All personnel please return to base in 5 minutes. Repea...
I had just got back from work on a Friday. Brandon was already back at our apartment. He hugged me once I walked in. Since we're just room mates, I wasn't comfortable with it at first, but over time I got used to it. It's not much of a big deal for me anymore. It's sort of the kind of guy he is. We got along pretty well and had been living together for about...
"Ahhh, Professor Caldwell. That poetry. It's so moving. I had no idea—" "Hush, Lawrence. Live the moment. How does this make you feel?" "It's like nothing I've felt before. But should we . . . should you . . .? I've never—" "No words now, Lawrence. We let the Romantic writers speak our words for us. They do it so well. This poem from Keats. Did it not mak...
** ** ** ** Daniel ** ** ** ** If you have ever gone clubbing you know that it always ends up with you staying up to at least three in the morning. That was exactly where I am now. Stuck in a club with my room mate and best friend, Elliott trying to chat up the straightest guy in the room. Clubbing wasn't really my scene. I hardly ever drink and cannot da...
There we sat, tied by the grip of strong hands accustomed to holding golf clubs, basketballs, and softball bats. We were further tied by the inseparable bond of those who have exchanged body fluids in passion. My heart was coming back to a regular beat and my mind was coming to grips with what had just happened. I knew that I had just crossed some importan...
* Jeff * I would have died rather than let anything on to Daniel, but my heart was pounding as we walked into the karaoke bar together. The sweetheart thought I was the one being brave for us both by holding his hand; in reality, I needed his touch to get me through this. I know what you're thinking, you're just saying hi to your boyfriend's friend, who's...
All this started a few weeks ago, during an unusually hot period in May. Temperatures had reached the high eighties, and everybody milled about their business wearing as little as possible. I'd had a minor accident in the car – some bird decided to pull out from a pub car park, but couldn't clear the lane, although you could have got a bus cleared through t...
I hoped that the journey from hand job to rough rider would be quick and easy, but not so. We couldn't stay in Phoenix to make up for the show. We had a gig the next night in Tuscon. It was the first night of the whole tour where our groove was slightly off. Aaron was playing meathead again. Keeping the beat steady on the two and four, making all the chang...
Mr. LaFleur was much more magnanimous about my leaving than I thought he would be. If I'd known he would take it so well—and not only that but help me find another position, albeit temporary—I would have built up the courage to part with him months earlier. It was the morning that he flogged me while riding me like a horse that I decided I could stay no lon...
Dear Readers, This is the third installment of the series. The story is on a slow burn, so I hope you'll buckle in and take this ride with me. Oh, and this isn't a stand alone, so peek at the first chapters please. As always, comments are appreciated. Enjoy! ~M The ringing of the phone weaved its way into the dream I was having involving me waking Jar...