Since the day of the rape in my own house, outraged and bum-fucked by a trio of bitter students, my world had turned upside-down. My whole mind-set. Everything I knew about fucking and love. All I knew about anything had changed. Even worse, even more titanic, I made the world's worst mistake--while gang-raped, I thought I recognized my own son Aaron, a co...
Maybe I'm just stupid. Maybe that's the reason. I have to learn and relearn the same lesson over and over: Sometimes our dreams and goals spin around and bite us in the ass. I'm Chip Beaker. I'm in a lot of trouble. And it all started with that damn apartment. Way out on Santa Monica, it sat high over the street and glimpsed the big, blue Pacific, out ther...
WARNING: the end of this chapter contains sexual harassment/abuse. Sometimes, the worst part of this abuse is the unwanted sexual response that the perpetrator arouses in his victim. This storyline is not intended to offend. Author's notes: when I originally wrote this plot, I never intended to pad the story out with so much emotion, but I think it's needed...
Comments, critiques and tips are welcome. Jeremy Stanton vs. Ryan Hicks And there I was, thinking we would all patiently wait in 'purgatory' for the duration, in solidarity with Jeremy. smh@y'all! Please don't forget to add your e-mail addresses when you send me private messages/feedback. To be able to send responses to all your mails...even the threateni...
Avery checked his phone again. It had been two days since he'd texted Brian and still there was no answer. Avery began to think that maybe Brian was too hurt or angry to text him back. Then again, maybe he was just too busy to be bothered with him at all. Avery knew that he was going to break it off with him, he'd already decided that, he just didn't want to...
[This story is set in England in the last quarter of the twentieth century, before cellphones and the Internet, before GPS and WiFi, and before our present social acceptance of homosexuality, before AIDS, before IVF, before surrogacy. A certain well-known female politician was British Prime Minister, but politics do not figure at all in this romantic, rather...
Chapter 5: Uncontrollable By Josh & Sadie Rose © 2007 I would like to begin this chapter with an apology to those who have been waiting patiently for further instalments of the adventures of Rayne for far too long. This chapter has taken me more than ten months to write; a record even for me. Due to circumstances outside my control the last eight months o...
The melancholy old songs were playing on the stereo. It had been 2 years ago, this day, that Andreas had been taken from me. Listening to the old 70s love ballads – The Carpenters, Barry Manilow, Barbra Streisand... All of those torch songs about lost love and trying to find my man or to try to replace the one that got away... I knew that in a little while,...
The two figures, looking handsome together, stood at the doorway of the rambling adobe house on the heights overlooking old Santa Fe. They were standing close together, silhouetted shadows as seen from inside the house, where, in the great room beyond the foyer, small groups of people gathered in proximity - but not too near - a long trestle table, drinking...
"Sure, I'll drive you home. But do you really want to go home just to sit around a do nothing or would you like to come with me downtown to the Battery Park Book Exchange for some stimulation?" Trent had just put in eight hours at the University of North Carolina Asheville Ramsay library, checking out books at the circulation desk, and more time with books...