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Evans Woodworking: Chapter 27 by Jim Dunaway
Over dinner Ethan and Chris continued to talk. “So describe him to me.” Chris demanded.
“I’d say he was about six-two, maybe two-hundred-fifteen pounds, and even his muscles had muscles. His hair was dark brown and he had grey eyes.” He said with a wistful tone in his voice. Chris snickered. “What’s so funny?” He demanded.
In a sing-song voice, Chris replied, “E-than’s in lo-ove.”
“So not happening, little brother. However, I suspect that if this Ryan guy were to flash his dick in front of your face you’d be bent over with your pants around your ankles quicker n’ shit.” Chris teased.
Brilliant oranges and vivid yellows filled the sky as the sun began its descent below the horizon. Jeff couldn’t believe his luck. A comfortable makeshift love nest in the bed of his pick-up truck, gorgeous scenery in a secluded location, and the most handsome man snuggled in his arms.
“This is the best idea! I’ve never watched a meteor shower in such a romantic place.” Liam nuzzled Jeff’s neck, nipping lightly at the skin.
Jeff tilted his head to the left, giving his hottie better access. “Mm…you keep doing that and you’re going to get a meteor shower…
Moving Forward #22 (5.4) by Julie Lynn Hayes
They headed to the Lido Deck and found Denver and Dustin had already seated at a table for four not too far from one of the steam tables. The buffet had been filled, and people were already helping themselves to food. A server came to their table and took their drink order, saying he’d be right back.
“That smells delicious.” Marshall sniffed appreciatively. He couldn’t wait to see what was on the menu.
“Looks like it’s divided up according to what’s being served,” Lee commented. “Want to start with the salads and vegetables?” He grinned.
Marshall snorted at the idea. “Do I look like Bugs Bunny? How about we find the beef?”
Evin stared at Ben’s house. Two stories, brown siding, a few shrubs lining the porch… generic. It didn’t feel especially welcoming, but that might be more that he was nervous about hanging out at Ben’s for the first time. He felt out of his element. “Ready, Micah?”
Micah gurgled and babbled something very enthusiastic. Apparently Evin was the only one not sure about spending time at Ben’s house. He got out of the car and unbuckled Micah from his new seat. “Let’s get you inside first.” He slung the diaper bag over his shoulder.
The Stormlords: Part 23 by Ravon Silvius
“Rowen?” Kristoff said. “We’re here.” Rowen looked up. The mess hall loomed over him, chattering people heading inside for their evening meal. The breeze blew warm on his skin, but given his fears he couldn’t really enjoy it.
“Eat up. I…we’ll skip the evening lesson for today. Get some extra rest. Tomorrow you have a break from lessons, so take the day to relax.” Rowen nodded.
“And…Don’t worry, Rowen. Please?” Kristoff’s blue eyes bore into his, as if willing him to relax. Rowen couldn’t. But he nodded anyway.
Innocence & Carnality: Part 32 by Mann Ramblings
I was so humiliated, my feet refused to move. How deviant must I have been to stand watching? I wanted to knock and apologize, but the obscene noises resumed.
Leave now, before something else happens.
Stumbling backwards, I spun and found my way back to our bedroom. Leaning back against the door, I pushed it closed, making a point to turn the lock.
“Where’s your treasure?” Rother asked.
I tried in vain to swallow my embarrassment and the agitation it spawned. “Um… Harston was preoccupied.”
“He seems to be getting along better with Blythe than I expected.”
Daniel: Chapter Five By Carol Pedroso
“Okay, what happened?” Toby asked, while he was spreading the soothing cream over Daniel’s back.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” Daniel muttered, pushing his face into the bed.
“Well, you’re going to have to,” Toby stated. “I had to come and get you at stupid o’clock in the morning. I am now looking at your back, and your lucky none of these broke the skin. Come on, Danny, I know you don’t like pain play. That’s Silas’ thing not yours. He’d have melted into the bed by now, your obviously still in pain and you’re stiff as a board. Now, what happened?”