It was a lot colder than she expected. Normally a sweater, with a shirt underneath, would suffice. But, without Shawn there, that particular December night was colder than usual. Lying in the bed of his,faded blue,pick up truck, she counted the stars. It was impossible, she knew that, but counting was the only way to… Continue reading When The Wind Blows
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Our Own Little Party
"We have to stop." Star panted, still gripping the fabric of Harper's shirt. Harper hummed, in what sounded like agreement, but that didn't stop her lips from strolling up the right side of Star's neck. Reaching the other woman's ear, Harper captured Star's earlobe, capturing it between gentle teeth she nipped it, causing Star to… Continue reading Our Own Little Party
For When We’re Ready
Jess Weston walked into Sexy Sally’s, her fingers tightly interlocked with her partner’s, Sam. As they made their way into the shop, Jess could feel her face glowing red hot. In the small town of Richmond, where she was originally from, they didn’t have sexshops. A few strip clubs, but nothing like Sexy Sally’s. As… Continue reading For When We’re Ready
Almost
Josh Wellings dropped his power drill on the carpet beside him before hopping up onto his feet. “Fuck yeah, I did it!” He said victoriously as he fist pumped. Meanwhile, in the kitchen, his fiancé , Kay chuckled to herself as she shook her head, setting down the vegetables she had been washing. Shaking her… Continue reading Almost
Letting It Out
Travis Miles sat on the bed of his best friend, Dustin Marshall, watching as Dustin paced back and forth. Dustin had walked over the same spots so many times, his feet were beginning to make imprints in the carpet. As he reached the bedroom door, Dustin turned on his heels, making his way to the… Continue reading Letting It Out
Welcome Home
Welcome Home- After a fifteen hour flight, Samson has finally made it back to Los Angles to surprise his husband Ryan and their son, Jackson. Head over to #theroyalbluenetwork to read about his journey now.
Itssa Gay Time Machine
Blood leaked from his face. The fragments of the metal plate lodge in his face. “Wallace! Wallace, can you hear me!” Everything was distant. Blurred. Wallace Malcom Jean pressed his palm into his side, right over his rib cage. His wound throbbing as if it had its own pulse. Wallace blinked several times, the clarity… Continue reading Itssa Gay Time Machine