The cook had fed us with steak and cleaned up and left, leaving the two of us alone. My host put some soft music on and lit the fire. The wine had been excellent and I was feeling it in my head. The white bear-skin rug in front of the fire looked so inviting, and I wanted my head to stop spinning, so I laid down on that on my belly, facing the fire, staring...
The endless scenery zoomed by as Duke sped off into the horizon. He checked his watch, it was 9 AM and the sun was rising higher with each passing minute. He reckoned that at the speed he was going, he would surely make it to Mali before noon. He had awoken at 6 AM. As soon as the sun's first rays streamed through his windows. And he had been riding ever si...
We were already tipsy when my husband David and I crashed giggling through the front door of Charles and William's Laurel Canyon bungalow. No, on second thought, we were drunk. It had been the night of the company Christmas party. Having moved to LA only two months prior and knowing almost nobody in the city, I had to drag David along with me. He was, unders...
Friday morning, Declan woke once again to the sounds of cleaning. But unlike the day before, these sounds came from inside the house. He opened his eyes and looked around the room. It took him a moment to place himself; this wasn't the cottage he'd rented for the week. Then he remembered he'd spent the night with Shane. It was a mistake. Maybe. Declan could...
KOEN "Looking good Koen." Rudi's voice crooned in his ear as she wrapped her arms around him from behind. Koen shot her a smug look through the mirror they were looking at. His mirrored image didn't look too bad the tight black shirt he was wearing clung to his lean, muscled chest, shoulders and flat stomach showing a hit of his six pack abs. The shirt was...
When I moved to this city I had given my own word that I would not get attached to anyone. I told myself over and over that if I needed to just pack up and go, I would. This time there would not be anything holding me back for months longer than if I had simply been on my own. Things were going to go my way and I was going to be in control. The first perso...
Hi, I'm Steve. I'm 41 years old and generally consider myself a kinky, but normal guy. I had met Michelle in a hotel bar in Houston. I was there on business attending a conference when we struck up a conversation. Though I was from St. Louis, I visited Houston often for clients. She was from Houston, which proved lucky for me. Well, one thing led to another...
[This is a completed five-chapter novellete, with chapters posting twice a week and the work completed posting by the end of the third week in February 2011] It surprised me later that I'd seen the white Bentley convertible with the tan leather top before I focused on him. When I did see him standing there, smiling at me, trying to get a good look at the...
Chapter 1 Chastening Brock A numbing pain goes through my head, my body aches all over and… And as if things couldn't get worse, the bloody alarm on my cell phone goes off. Time to get up, although easier said than done, I still managed to pull myself out of bed and sit on its corner. Right in front of me I saw a guy in his early twenties, 21 to be precise...
The first week was the hardest. The Residence Inn wasn't exactly home, but I had a Keurig and a microwave and, sadly, all my clothes fit into the closet. I wasn't ready for company, but I beat off in that hotel room... a lot. Without anyone looking over my shoulder, I gorged on a certain brand of gay porn. I forced myself awake watching edging videos into al...