Tent Mix-Up Romance
The view-master is sitting in the passenger seat of my Corolla and I'm staring at it, trying to decide if this is funny or if I'm just…
Late 20s gay man writing m/m fiction based in US. My wheelhouse is Gay Male, Lesbian Sex, and Transgender, told in first-person present tense in a voice that is casual and chatty. Always happy to hear from readers who enjoy a real plot alongside the heat. Ranked by how many readers finish them. Some are free to read in full; the rest open with a free preview.
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The view-master is sitting in the passenger seat of my Corolla and I'm staring at it, trying to decide if this is funny or if I'm just…
I am forty-three years old, I work in a museum in Manchester, and two months ago my girlfriend of four years moved out and told me she…
I get home at six, which feels like a crime already because I have been traveling since Tuesday and all I want in the world is a shower…
I'm fifty-two years old and I have been standing in the doorway of a dressing room for a full two minutes without saying anything.
*This one started with the idea of someone who wants to cause a specific kind of hurt and ends up accidentally wanting something real.
The gallery at night is the quietest place I have ever worked, and I used to work in a library, so that is saying something.