Chapter One: Clifford I had to go by ferry. The flight was not an option for me by then. But I had needed to escape, and when I was younger, I had once taken a fancy to visit the villa on the Mediterranean island of Cyprus where the British novelist Lawrence Durrell once lived and wrote, where he wrote much of his acclaimed fiction series The Alexandra Quar...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sexual situations. * After Kelly graduated from college, she desperately wanted to move to the city, but her mother was hesitant to send her only child to the big city even if she was 23. However, she finally relented after Kelly suggested she live with her Uncle Rod and his long term...
Sam woke up and enjoyed the feeling of the silk sheets, the large bed and big fluffy pillows. He thought for a moment he was dreaming because he definitely was not in his dorm room and then BAM. It all came flooding back. He could not go back to his dorm and he had temporary accommodation above the bookstore. The GAY bookstore where he did not want to work a...
The Coffee Shop III: The Good, The Bad, And The Hypnotized Disclaimer. The following story, is a work of fiction. The characters portrayed within are a work of fiction as well, and any resemblance to any person, living or dead is a coincidence and unintentional. Copyright 1999. This story is the property of the author, Canadian Cowboy (formerly known as...
It started with the telephone call from Corinne at ten on a Sunday morning, morning for me but late afternoon in Baghdad where she was stationed as an army nurse. "Colin, is that you?" "Yeah, Corinne, I'm glad you called. I've been thinking a lot about you the last few days. You know; the twin connection. I figured something must be going on with you this...
Love opened his eyes and stretched. He looked over at the clock and saw he had only been sleeping for an hour and a half. He shrugged and rolled over. He sat on the edge of the small twin bed and rubbed his eyes. He yawned and stood up, leaving the sleeping quarters. "Been sleepin', Gordon?" The chief asked as he passed him in the hallway. "Just dozing......
CHAPTER 1 The other day, late one afternoon, I was walking along a quiet path in the park, when suddenly I experienced what the French call a Coup de Foudre, which literally translates into English as a Bolt of Lightning. Of course I had not been struck by lightning; otherwise I should not be here to tell this story. Metaphorically, Coup de Foudre also mean...
What you're about to read: This is a work of historical fiction—recent history—inspired by actual accounts, so it's rather realistic though definitely fictional. The novella is built around themes I find erotic: captivity, sexual tension, male intimacy. However (disclaimer and spoiler), you won't find any full-blown sex here. This is the story of a queerly r...
The phone rang. "Hello?" "Is Kyle Matthews in, please?" "This is Kyle Matthews." "Mister Matthews, this is Doctor Curtis, calling from County General." Kyle's heart leaped into his throat. A million things went through his mind, none of them good. Has something happened to Kim, Bryan or the twins? He wondered, slightly frightened. He never even considere...
The Present Time I came awake feeling that I was in a bed but didn't recognise the ceiling above me so wondered just where the hell was I? I turned my head to the right and gave out a groan at the movement and saw Tracey asleep in a chair quite close to me. That he was asleep was made known by the gentle snoring and the odd facial twitch probably caused by...