Chapter Four -- Happy Birthday To Me! "Is this all?" Aidan raised his eyes from the papers they had been perusing together until earlier. Trying to keep a professional attitude about the whole deal was tough. But after a lot of deliberation with himself, he had decided that he could not try doing something inappropriate with Heathcliff. The man was off lim...
Welcome to the twelfth chapter of my story. It's been really wonderful having you wonderful readers with me. I hope this chapter entertains you like the others. I love you and I look forward to more ratings. Don't forget to drop your comments at the end of this chapter. Enjoy... ******* "Ahhh..." Ramon's mouth gaped in a silent scream as Marcos pounded in...
Comments, critiques and tips are welcome. *** Hello guys and welcome to the third chapter of your long awaited story, "Raging love," the sequel to, "destined hearts." I love you guys a lot and I thank you for the support and love you've shown me. Let's hope on this journey together to make it interesting and fun. Oh, and by the way, I will be posting consi...
For every young man, his wedding is, undoubtedly, the most eagerly awaited day of his life. He has a million little hopes and dreams about his marriage; a vision of what his husband should be like, his own thoughts on the kind of life he wants to live once moves into his husband's home. However, the picture-perfect life he envisions for himself and what dest...
Another younger/older, 'bearotica' romance from yours truly. I sense that many fans of the genre prefer the younger and smaller fellow's point of view, so I'm giving that a try in this one. This is my first attempt at a longer story arc. It develops at a slower-than-normal pace for my writing, but I assure you it lives up to the promise of the opening pass...
"My name is Nario. You are Mr. Armstead?" "Yes. I was expecting my uncle." "He could not come. I am his boy." Yes, I'll just bet you are, I thought. But then he clarified, if not enough to make a difference to me. "I am his houseboy. Welcome to Naples, Mr. Armstead." "Call me Harry, Please. Is it far from here to Positano?" "No, not too far. The worst...
* Daniel * Everyone knew Jeffrey Williams, of course. A local boy made good, he had gone in a ridiculously short time from community productions to Broadway to a long-running television series. He even had a few better-than-average movies to his credit, though none in a leading role. Not that Jeffrey couldn't have carried the mantle of a leading man—he had...
October came and went in fast-motion after Thanksgiving with Mom and Dad and Adam's birthday. The two major November assignments taking us up to the beginning of December and then to the end of the first term semester were from Camilla Mezaros in Interior Design One and from Alan Farside in Building Construction. They were intimidating with respect to the am...
Peter knew how to do things discreetly. On a warm Sunday afternoon, he took a young woman out to lunch and spent a little time on the beach, all the while giving her the most suitable signals to arouse her spirits. They kissed and took a long walk on the sand, enjoying the vivacious activity among hundreds of beach-goers. And once they finished with their pe...
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