Part of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong === Pulling out of the car park after meeting Cameron, I couldn't help but marvel at how much nerve he must have. Imagine going back to a stranger's flat and rimming him while his mates looked on! The idea of doing something like that myself was more than a little titillating and could form the...
My name is Mark, we'll just leave it there in the interest of discretion. Georgia is home, but California is where I live. Momma and Daddy live in a pretty little suburb East of downtown Atlanta. It's a good sized home and four of us kids was raised in that house. When my baby sister finally moved out, they decided to go ahead and stay there. After my...
Chapter 13 - Fostering to Adopt Leroy was lying on his back in bed. It was the early hours of the morning. Dave had his head on Leroy's chest and was snuggled up to him. "What's going to happen when we adopt?" Leroy asked as he was stroking Dave's hair. "What do you mean?" "Will we get times like this together, or is our time going to be cut short?" Dave...
CHAPTER TWO - A BREATH OF SNOW; A TASTE OF BLOOD. DANNY The suite was large and spacious with two double beds - 'groupie built', as Wylde laughingly put it - and an enormous, azure and gold tiled en-suite facility. Rayne fumbled the lights on and behind him Danny adjusted them so that they did not glare as Whipsnade's singer lurched unsteadily into the bat...
Preface For fifty years men come to the island of Cyprus, a Mediterranean paradise split and war torn by a marathon ethnic struggle between Greek and Turk, each consciously seeking connection with the writings of the British novelist and essayist Lawrence Durrell. They all take up tenancy, some longer than others, in the Bellapais villa where Durrell wrote...
The recession hit our town especially hard. The layoffs of 2,000 people at the biggest factory in town had a boomerang effect: everyday Mom & Pop stores on Main Street began closing because of fewer shoppers; larger stores laid-off or reduced hours for their workers for the same reason. The county government felt the shortfall in tax revenue and also laid-of...
"I wrote this story for a friend in the States who wanted a Vampire tale just for himself. Marc was the same age as me at the time I wrote this story. (ie: 33) Rayne views him as the "Boy" because he's about 48 years old by this time, although he has not aged past his 30th birthday. "My friend is no longer with us, but the story survives him. This is for M...
I have read lots of stories about werewolves in the last few weeks, and I found most of them to be lacking something. Don't get me wrong, I loved most of them and gave 5 stars, but I'm not a fan of instant romance, or instant soul-mating on that behalf. So, as a form of protest I came up with my own story and tried to dodge the instant happiness in favor of...
James sat in his car, looking up at the old brownstone building in which Malcolm lived and wondered just what the hell he was doing. He'd spent half the afternoon wondering what he should wear. He spent a good ten minutes trying to decide if he should wear cologne or not. If he were given the task of mapping out an underwater course through the Philippines w...
The world swirled around him in a wash of dazzling colours and bright lights. It was beautiful and intoxicating and he wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch the stars that danced like a halo around his bed. He stepped quietly out of the bedroom and made his way out towards gilded balcony doors. A young lord, Tate didn't even know his name, lay sl...