The randomness of when desire raises its selfish head can be jarring. You immerse yourself with the ephemera of life; jobs, family, and even in this little ice age, weather: Accept sanguinely the dog days of January. You board a train, content that it will bring you from A to B almost on time, you are receptive to the embrace of the Sunday papers. In retro...
a thanks to cannd for her beta reading of this and for help with my writing style and editing. * I woke up slowly reaching out and searching for my Louis. My fingers clutched at the space next to me in the bed and found nothing. I sat up quickly and looked for him and my heart sank when I saw that his spot next to me on the bed was empty. Then I took noti...
In the days following my experience at the shower block I kept replaying the events over and over in my mind. The memories brought up a mix of emotions, including humiliation, nervousness (that the pictures might surface somewhere), but most of all excitement. I couldn't believe how excited the whole ordeal had made me and how aroused I became thinking back...
********************************* The world became frigid once more, covered with snow and ice from relentless storms. Cold flakes burned his face, threatening to melt away his white mask, scrape off the clinging lipstick. But no matter how furious the weather became, Sajery sat on the same bench he sat on ten years ago where he first watched his Kichay dan...
Gus finished packing his cooler and loaded it into his truck. After his half-day of work, he was headed out on a new adventure up in the Appalachian mountains and he planned to leave straight from the office. A quick once over of his gear in the backseat, the addition of a couple extra pillows, and he was set. Gus appreciated that he had flexibility at his j...
I was surprised to see Frank Zimmerman at Mario's memorial service—not because there was anything surprising in a old-time powerful movie mogul appearing in Hollywood at services for a major motion picture producer, but because Zimmerman was as old as the Cascades and had been a recluse for a couple of decades. I would have been less surprised to hear that h...
Six cloaked watchmen stood positioned on the outside of the long boat, two at the front, two in the middle and two aft. Each held a small ceremonial drum of stretched hide and wood carved with the sacred symbols of the Masters of the Lake. Orange light from the flaming torches that decorated the long boat illuminated their heavy jaws with beards trimmed neat...
This is only my second foray into writing erotica so please comment to let me know your thoughts. Enjoy! ********** Thor smiled to himself as he paced the floor of his apartments, eagerly awaiting the arrival of his love. It had been several weeks since Loki had surprised him in his bath and begun something wonderful for both of them; he still hadn't recov...
He thought he'd never get away from work that afternoon, but at last he was out the door, in his car, and heading down the road away from the city. Ron Wilcox breathed a sigh of relief. He was good at his job, and he and everyone else knew it. The bad part about that was that other people assumed he'd be there round the clock to bail them out when they got i...
The chapel was dark, lit dimly by the light of a few guttering candles. Samuel hid in the shadows, waiting and watching. Soon enough, he heard light footsteps on the wooden floor. A tall figure stopped at the altar, knelt briefly, then turned in Samuel's direction. "I can hear you breathing," the figure said quietly, his voice deep and rough. Samuel grinn...