This is a love story - perhaps a bit long-winded but bear with me - the story wrote itself! Memories fill the pages and although I've done my best to make it exciting there are moments of peace - as there should be. But don't expect rampant sex from the word go! o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o As far back into my life as I can remember I've loved fishing. I think my gra...
Apathy And Promiscuity Lately, I've come to a place in life where nothing feels as good as it once did. I get almost no joy from the things that I once loved. Even my favorite foods seem somewhat bland. Perhaps its due to my recent breakup with Jorge, one of the finest human beings on the planet. I'm not sure. But what scares me is that I really don't feel...
Comments, critiques and tips are welcome. Jeremy Stanton vs. Ryan Hicks Dedicated to lovekinkysex (#tryingtograntyourwish) Parting! *** Jeremy moaned in his sleep. He was having the most incredibly erotic dream. He was standing under a waterfall with Ryan. Ryan was in his arms, with his arms and legs locked around him as it had been during their kiss i...
After a very long wait, I am pleased to present the fourth part of House-Sitting With a Homosexual. This segment takes place four years after the third part and is set just a few days before Eric and Elena's wedding when Daniel returns to Eric's life. I hope you enjoy the story. ***** Elena and I sat across from each other at the kitchen table in our small...
In college I earned free room and board by working the front desk of my dorm. It was an easy job that consisted of answering the phone, buzzing in visitors, and using the master key when residents got locked out of their rooms. Since I usually worked the afternoon shift, I also sorted the mail. Mostly I just occupied myself by reading for class. The dorm wa...
Gage's POV The sun slipped in between the blinds and played across Devin's face, shadows and light dancing, searching for a place to settle. I had been awake for a little while now but when my eyes had first fluttered open, I had been so overwhelmed at the beautiful man sleeping peacefully next to me, I gasped. My heart sped up as I remembered the intimate...
Chapter One: Clifford I had to go by ferry. The flight was not an option for me by then. But I had needed to escape, and when I was younger, I had once taken a fancy to visit the villa on the Mediterranean island of Cyprus where the British novelist Lawrence Durrell once lived and wrote, where he wrote much of his acclaimed fiction series The Alexandra Quar...
(Part One) I had known "Trick" (short for Patrick) since his third day. I was with Rob when he got the news that the water surrounding his second child, and first son, had broken, and I visited them all in the hospital 72 hours later. I babysat Trick and his older sister, "Sonny" (short for Jackson), regularly while he was a toddler. Trick was often in a C...
I walked into the restaurant and looked around for my friends. I saw Walt waving at me and I headed over to their table and took a seat. My friends Walt, Chip and Byrne were already seated at the table waiting on me to arrive. Walt is my best friend. We met the first day of high school. At that time, we were both closeted gay boys and we somehow gravitated...
It was a cold and blustery Saturday in November as I stood on the rolling grasses of the hill. The cold breeze stirred my hair as I looked down at my feet. A single rose, deep red, was clenched in my hand. I brought the flower to my lips and kissed it before setting it on the marble marker in the ground. It read: Lillian MacDonald, beloved wife and mother....