Author's Note: This chapter is considerably shorter than the others, so sorry about the length. But the next (and final!) chapter should be much longer. I hope you enjoy! - your city bird The cab ride to Thom's apartment from the bar was more than a little bit tense. The pair sat on opposite ends of the leather bench seat, the air hanging between them h...
I knew before we drove past it to the next lane, where we turned off to where the winery was being constructed, that I'd recognize it. And yet it caught me by surprise when I saw it, the stately manor house with the white columns that gleamed in morning light. Castleton. My grandmother had shown me faded photographs of it, of the family lounging on the steps...
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I met bill at a charity golf tournament when we were paired in a cart. We became lovers that night and have been together for six years. About four and a half years ago we made a private commitment to be exclusive. We came out to our families and close friends at that time, certainly no surprise to my kids or ex wife. We did not live together because we thou...
(Each visitor to the Titanic museum in Pigeon Forge is given a card with the individual name of a Titanic passenger and a brief background of their lives that brought them to be on the ship when it sank and of the class of their stateroom. The museum visitor can check for references to their unique individual while they are going through the museum—and then,...
"Damn it, interact." "What's the matter?" Maddie asked, plopping himself down beside his boss, the producer of the gay male social media service "HookUp," Stan Cross, who was seating in Dodger's Stadium during a Los Angeles Dodger's baseball game with the visiting St. Louis Cardinals. Stan had a pair of binoculars, trained on the stands across the field, pr...
The more time I spend awake the more I wish I could undo the last few weeks. I still feel trapped in grey, but I now have guilt and remorse to carry with me. I've had bad times before, days where I'd withdrawn and been laid up by depression. But never before have I deliberately hurt myself. Though to be honest, I hadn't tried to hurt myself. I tried to die....
Thanks for all the comments. Please remember this is purely a fantasy story, I write about things that get me excited and I'm glad to see it excites my readers too. *** Later that afternoon the sky had become overcast, Lucent was grateful for the change in the weather as his skin was starting to burn but that was the least of his problems. They had been...
Scott Monroe reeled out of the summerhouse at the back of the mansion property on Edgehill Road in the exclusive Westover Hills section of Wilmington, Delaware. Behind him, still reclining on a bench nailed to the wall around the inner rail of the summerhouse, lay Lani Lamotte, tennis skirt bunched up around her waist, panties on the wooden boards of the str...
Paul learned several things about Andy during their virtual Delfi weekend. Some stuff Andy volunteered: He'd played basketball in college. His first car had been a convertible VW Golf GTI, and he'd once gotten nearly arrested for, as he put it, "drive-by mooning." He spent a lot of time creating play lists that he then never listened to, because afterward...