Chapter 2: Jamie I saw that photograph. I saw it that first evening, when I went in to turn the bed down because Charlene was busy out in reception. I had already figured he had been doing my dad all these years, and it's something that had come between me and my dad. Not that Dad knew what I knew—or at least strongly suspected. But our connection just cou...
Andre strolled out of the mansion smelling like the most sensuous olives, the sun glistening off his tanned skin except for the small area covered by his tiger-striped speedo. Carlos looked up from his delicious passionate story and saw a vision walk out onto the pool deck, a glistening vision in tiger-stripes. He had scheduled the pool party many weeks ago,...
(Note to reader: For a fuller context for this story, read the "Wolf Creek" novella series and "The Photograph 1: John" and "The Photograph 2: Jamie.") Joe knew his unit shouldn't have entered the Scharzwald this close to dusk. The doughboys had been picked off one by one by the huns, hidden in the trees. But Joe knew someone must get through and warn the b...
I had been down and just marking time ever since I'd left Beirut three years earlier. I hadn't really been able to write that whole time either; I was just floating on the royalties from my earlier novels, written in the passion of my youth—passion that I just couldn't find in me anymore. Perhaps it was having hit that deadly age of fifty; perhaps passion na...
I had to leave on a business trip the day after that exhilarating night, and I had to be gone almost all week. I could think of nothing else while I was on my trip. I'd find myself daydreaming about him. I thought about how I loved spending time with him, his young sexy body, and our last night together. I kept thinking about how good his cock felt in my m...
He arrived back at the hotel, tired from hours of meeting with dark suits and overly serious faces. He was looking forward to a bath, a glass of wine, and the anticipation of his visitor. He handed the front desk an envelope with instructions and a name written on the front. Inside was a room key. He entered his hotel room, sat his briefcase on the desk and...
You ask what the secret is to my lying down for you, opening my legs to you, rolling my pelvis up for deep access, pulling your cock inside me, moving my core with the rhythm of you—what the key is to receiving the height of passion, the depth of service, the ultimate pleasure of total surrender to you from me? I don't ask for much; just a few minutes of ult...
He stood on high, on top of mighty Olympus, staring through the portal at the mortal world below. The ache in his legs the constant reminder of how never to stand between two fighting gods. The passion they evoked with a single argument, his father flinging him to where he landed, broken and bleeding, and a throw from Olympus to Antarctica a true testament t...
Rage. Heat. Raw emotion. High ecstasy. Building sensation. Things that can't be controlled, that can't be ignored, that can't be released. This was a night not like any other. Two orks making love, after momentous events of their relationship, has made this night the night of pure lovemaking. And this not just any ordinary night of lovemaking, this is diffe...
Alex opened his front door. He stood there wearing gym shorts and a tank top, and said "Well, here I am" as if half-expecting me to be disappointed in his looks. On the contrary, it was instant hardon for me. I said I liked what I saw and stepped inside his house. As soon as the door was shut, we were all over each other. It was the start of what would keep...