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The Argentine Tango by Taylin Clavelli

Louis wrung his hands nervously as he walked into the dance studio. Again, he had to remind himself, why he was there. He’d seen it performed at the speakeasy. The music touched his soul, and the way the couple’s bodies moved spoke to him on a primal level. He’d gone home and tried to emulate its sensual nature, only to trip over a chair and have his mother yell up the stairs, “ya got a herd of elephants up there?”. He couldn’t practice this dance with a four-legged partner.

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Moving Forward #51 (12.3) by Julie Lynn Hayes

“I like the way you think,” Lee said as he rolled Marshall onto his back, so that they were face to face.

Marshall reached between them, taking Lee’s cock in his hand. He loved to touch Lee, loved the feel of him. He pumped him, his gaze meeting Lee’s. “I like the way you feel,” he growled in a low voice, “especially inside of me.”

Lee moaned at Marshall’s touch, thrusting into his hand for a few strokes before he moved Marshall’s hand. Marshall didn’t object, knowing what was coming. No pun intended.

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 Thirteen Black Cats: Chapter 10 by Louise Lyons

I jerked away from him, my face burning. At least a dozen people were staring at us, most with cellphones in hand from taking our picture. “Shit, I’m sorry.”

Billy turned to face me, his face unreadable. “Let’s get out of here.”

“Yeah. Follow me.” I hurried to the exit, dodging around groups of people. My pulse raced and my stomach fluttered with nerves. I’d fucked up. Our picture was sure to end up on social media and Jackson would have kittens. The hell with him. But I wasn’t looking forward to hearing what Billy had to say about it.

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Resolution: Part 3 by Ravon Silvius

Lysand stabled his horse before they headed into town, paying the stablemaster handsomely for the privilege. He would have paid more had his mother not reminded the man who he was.

  As he walked through town, his mother in step with him, he smiled at he streamers flowing from the windows, and the confetti that rained down on their heads as they passed by. An enormous tree took up the skyline, papers spinning on it with written notes from all the citizens. Each one held a person’s resolution to make the city a better place for another year.

 “Fifty years since the founding,” Lysand remarked. “It feels like there’s a lot more to remember these days. And I don’t remember it the celebrations being so…loud.” A noise machine clattered, sending chiming bells echoing across the city.

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Pretty Boy: 6 by Elyzabeth M. VaLey

“Hello Josh.”

The fine hair on the back of Josh’s neck tingled. He swallowed. He wanted to say something but his tongue was glued to the roof of his mouth.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of your call?”

Anthony’s voice washed over him. It hadn’t lost that deep, seductive timbre that made his knees go weak.

“Anthony,” Josh said.

Though it was little more than a whisper, he knew the other man had heard him when his rich laughter sounded on the other side of the phone.

“It is you.”

“Yes, I-I need your help.”

Anthony’s laughter doubled.

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