I can’t help feeling as if this is my last chance,” Evan said. He was sitting opposite Dr. Lorne, a psychiatrist at the Havilland Recovery Cabin in north western New Jersey. It was the next to the last day of his fourth pass through a twenty-eight day program for sex and alcohol addiction. The sex addiction was questionable; the alcohol was not.
Ryan FieldTags: m-m-romance gay-erotica bay-boys the-wall-street-shard
I love all bars, not just gay bars,” Evan said. It was the first time he’d ever admitted this aloud to anyone. “I love bars where there are men drinking and looking for nothing but casual sex. I love that hungry look in their eyes and the way they smell and feel. I love the way they look at me. The first time I ever went into a bar I felt as if I’d gone home again. I’d never felt so comfortable in my life. All the stress and anxiety and problems in the world disappeared within those dark walls. And that was a straight bar. When I started going to gay bars and I realized the power I had over other men there, it felt as if I’d won the lottery and nothing was beyond my reach. Combine that feeling of elation with vodka and you get the most fantastic concoction the universe has ever known. But it’s gets tired after a while, and soon you begin to block out reality and nothing else matters but getting drunk and pleasing other men. It reaches the point where you can’t stop thinking about your next drink. And I just can’t do it anymore. I want to know what it’s like to walk past a bar and not feel as if I’m going to shatter into a million little pieces. I’m turning thirty years old soon and I know deep down that if I don’t get it right this time I might not get another chance.
Ryan FieldTags: m-m-romance gay-erotic-romance gay-erotic-fiction the-wall-street-shakr
Someday I'd like to sail far away again. Think of how much of the world we've left to see!" But then he cocked his head. "Would you mind?"
"Not as long as you took me with you." There was that beautiful smile.
"Always.
Tags: romance fantasy m-m-romance gay-romance fantasy-romance
Despite their exhaustion and worries, Miner and Ennek made love that night, tracing fingers and tongues over one another's marks and scars. Their bodies were like books, Ennek thought, and their stories could be read inch by inch. He hoped fervently for happy endings.
Kim FieldingTags: love romance fantasy gay m-m-romance fantasy-romance
At some point all of this is going to catch up with me,” I said.
“What is?”
“Gay, boyfriend, job loss, career in the toilet, gay, criminals in my house, criminals in my bed.”
“You said the gay thing twice.”
“It deserves double billing.
Tags: m-m-romance gay-romance shattered-glass dani-alexander
Poor boys are easier than middle-class or rich ones. Boys who've been busted are easier than boys who have not. Southern boys are easier than Northern boys. Marines are easier than Masturbation.
John ValentineTags: humor seduction marines glbt m-m-romance gay-men
I know the drill, Clark. But I'll be gone for four years. Will you just hold me tonight? Just spooning, no forking.
Cardeno C.Tags: humor m-m-romance
All right. We'll swing by the estate first. You're to stay in the transport, though. I'll bring you his head."
Kay swallowed convulsively. Pressing his lips tightly together, he nodded. His eyes were wet.
"Please. Just....put the head in a bag. I'd hate to get sick all over the inside of this transport.
Tags: m-m-romance cherie-noel m-m-m-romance m-preg tian-s-hero
Damen said, with helpless honesty, "Laurent, I am your slave."
The words laid him open, truth exposed in the space between them. He wanted to prove it, as though, inarticulate, he could make up for what divided them. He was aware of the shallowness of Laurent's breath, it matched his own; they were breathing each other's air.
He reached out, watching for any hesitation in Laurent's eyes. The touch he offered was accepted as it had not been last time, fingers gentle on Laurent's jaw, thumb passing over his cheekbone, soft. Laurent's controlled body was hard with tension, his rapid pulse urgent for flight, but he closed his eyes in the last seconds before it happened. Damen's palm slid over Laurent's warm nape; slowly, very slowly, making his height an offering, not a threat, Damen leaned in and kissed Laurent on the mouth.
The kiss was barely a suggestion of itself, with no yielding of the rigidity in Laurent, but the first kiss became a second, after a fraction of parting in which Damen felt the flicker of Laurent's shallow breathing against his own lips.
It felt, in all the lies between them, as if this was the only true thing. It didn't matter that he was leaving tomorrow. He felt remade with the desire to give Laurent this: to give him all he would allow, and to ask for nothing, this careful threshold something to be savoured because it was all Laurent would let himself have.
Tags: lovely-words m-m-romance m-m-love lovely-writing
And Lord knows there are more than enough rooms to love someone properly, even if they don't all have floors or ceilings.
Damon SuedeTags: erotic-romance m-m-romance gay-romance hot-head
« first previous
Page 7 of 9.
next last »
Data privacy
Imprint
Contact
Diese Website verwendet Cookies, um Ihnen die bestmögliche Funktionalität bieten zu können.