"Adam and Simon discover a lot more about each other and the reason they are drawn to each other."
A Year to Remember, Chapter Three This story is part of a series, and if you have not read the previous two chapters, it might help your undertsanding of the plot to read them first, before this one. It will...
"A dream that came true"
It’s late at night here at home, When suddenly I felt so all alone. “Nothing to do”, I heard myself say, Might as well just call it a day. As soon as I’d laid down on my bed, Strange thoughts...
The wind howls as we walk and flutters our clothes like weak curtains, your hand squeezing mine to feel a brief flash of warmth bloom between our palms. I love you more than ever in those moments, looking at you like an entirely new...
When I wake up, I find my eyes searching, Longing for the eyes that make it okay, My hazel eyes looking for your chocolate brown. When I wake up, I find my fingers wishing, Wanting your hair to curl softly...
"The journey in Rome nears its conclusion."
It was the third Saturday before Christmas and my quest to validate Elizabeth’s painting was gathering momentum. It was a wonderful time of the year and being in Rome and now with my lover beside me, it was especially magical....
In the doorway I stood watching my baby sleep. His breath steadily rising and falling and that peaceful look on his face was more than I could handle. I inched slowly over to the bed careful not to make a...
"New lust on a born again morn'."
Stay with me tonight, under the new starlight. You… incite a blush to my body before the glimpse of new day. Lust is my shadow. Fragile dewdrops sprinkle a fine mist over the dawn, a delicate pond, clear crystal, reflects...
"Anna and Cynthia honeymoon at a hotel made of ice in Sweden."
Anna had worked at the Ice Hotel in Jukkasjarvi, Sweden for five years. The pay was quite good as the working conditions were understandably harsh. Most people did not last more than a year or two. She had started out...
If the moment arrives where our hands unclasp, I would rather see you leave without a word, to never once glance back at the embers covering me as you exit.I would memorize everything,dissect every syllable and pause when your eyes...
I'll hear you calling out to me no matter where I am, the voice that can pass through walls, flicker among the candle's glowing wick before spreading deep below to crack through winter's ice. Marking the places we've imprinted entire...
