People often ask me where I get my ideas from. I'm a romance novelist. Yep, I write those cheap and tawdry little paperbacks that fly off the shelves at the supermarket or the book store for $7.95 a pop; my books fill the afternoons -- and the shopping carts -- of America's housewives, fueling afternoon fantasies that their husbands can never fulfill. Oops....
'Louis leaned in and kissed Mark hard on the lips, running his hands over the rough cotton leggings that covered the thighs he wished to be between. It had been days since he'd rescued Mark from the tremulous seas, and this was the first time that his ward had been conscious and awake. The lips parted slightly and felt warm to the touch of his own heated lip...
The song "Kisses Sweeter than Wine" sprang to my mind, because that was what his kisses were. As far as I could tell in the dimly lit Blue Moon resort hotel room in Las Vegas, he was a young hunk, no older than I was. Most of the men in the room were older, a few probably twice or more my age. None were complete throwaways, but he was prime among them. And h...
Oh my god! His dick! I’m seeing his dick, completely unobstructed! Wow, his body is amazing! I knew he was muscular, but he’s more than that, he’s godlike! Gorgeous! Like a marble statue brought to life! Those pecs, abs, biceps, all perfect. And his thighs and calves, so perfectly proportioned. His arms and legs aren’t too hairy, he has just a touch of chest...
Alright, kiddo. Calm down. I see that look in your eyes. You’re thinking, What the fuck? Is that a fucking fairy? But before you go running downstairs to your mommy, let me explain. First off: Happy birthday, kiddo. Eighteen years old? God damn. I heard high school is a bitch. Especially if you’re a fairy. A human fairy, I mean. But now I’m getting ahead of...
You wake up and prepare for your day, unaware that this would be the last day you would be considered straight. You shower as you did every morning and felt the water's warm touch as it cascaded over your skin. You could stay here forever if you could. But you need to start your day and the hot water would run out before long. You wash your hair, then the re...
It was Sunday afternoon. Three days, and I had nothing. Nothing. Nada. Nil. Zero. Zilch. White screen on Word. Asterisks rained on my page while childhood melodies flooded my head: Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing-- nothing, nothing all day long. Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, how do you like my nothing song? I managed to type my thoughts, my desi...
'At the station. Be there in 30.' You quickly text back to your friend, Chris, as the subway pulls to a stop. You step on and easily take a seat, as you're boarding at a stop at a parking garage outside the city. Driving in the city is still a bit intimidating, and you expect you'd get towed at some point over the weekend as the signs and regulations here ar...
(Skip this if you don't like boring behind the scenes stuff. Wow! Over 3000 likes and story of the week for my first story here! Thanks to everyone who has liked, bookmarked or commented. The feedback lets me know what works and what might need work. I would love for this to be the most popular story in its category, so if you like the story, "like"...
29 year old Brad Chang sat in his friend Drake Peterson's apartment being regaled with the latest story of Drake's wild sex life. Brad tried to follow the story as he wondered when it would be time for him to have his own sex life. He seemed to spend a lot of time listening to Drake's problems and not getting any dick of his own. He was 5'11" with short dark...