Ah, screw it! I'm not your dog, not your whore, and certainly not your lover. I'm Prof. Steve Finley. I teach English Lit to snot-nosed students. I'm a failed writer - those who cannot do, teach. Don't give me that look, Jack. You're a shady gangster and you don't know anything about writing or about me... Stop hiding my clothes. Stop leaving me notes with orders. Stop being so adorable when you're supposed to be the bad guy. We're in this messed up situation because of you. You're the jerk here, aren't you? Be cruel. Be awful. Because I'm falling and there's a long way down to rock bottom. Who the Hell am I? I'm Not Steve. ___This is a Psychological Romance___in which Every Detail Matters___ Reader feedback (:D): "I have 20 minutes to study 3 years of work for my maths tests... what am I going to do instead? READ MY FAVOURITE BOOK!" - Beano (@Starb0y) " I've been on this site for far too looooong, and sadly you can easily count just how many quality gay mature stories are in here. So when I stumbled upon yours I found myself immersed, made me interested in Wattpad again. Totally love this book, keep up the great work. " - @fishballsamurai Book 1 of the Kairos series. COMPLETED. Enjoy, leave a comment and follow for updates. :) **Graphic Content 18+ **This is a Gay Erotic Novel of sorts**WARNING**You might enjoy it**

Power. Permission. Control. Consent. Truth. Trust. Welcome to The Red Door, a popular BDSM club in Chicago owned by Master Matthias Daniels (Yes! Many of you already know Master Matthias and his submissive Lane from Loving His Submission by @PrinceKenzie). Many would say the backbone of any successful BDSM enterprise would be it's submissives. Where would the Dominants be without them? Meet Ashton, Tommy, Payton, Christopher and Tai, a group of friends who've nicknamed themselves The Sub Club - all new to the scene and currently unattached, they seem to end up together most often at the table on the main floor that has been unofficially reserved for this quirky group of subs. Read as they come to terms with their different reasons for choosing this lifestyle, fight their insecurities, expose their inner demons and play out their deepest fantasies. A Coming of Age story? Perhaps...or, just a bunch of young guys trying to find themselves. With friends Lane, Denny and Dylan along with other "collared" submissives as their examples and offering the occasional guidance, you can be sure The Sub Club will be a mix of drama, humor and romance THIS STORY IS UPDATED ON SATURDAYS, WITH THE EXCEPTION OF EVERY FOURTH SATURDAY WHICH IS TSC's DAY OFF, PLEASE DO NOT CONTINUOUSLY ASK ME WHEN THE NEXT UPDATE IS. IT WILL BE POSTED IN A SCHEDULE OF THREE SATURDAYS ON, ONE SATURDAY OFF. PAISLEY WILL ANNOUNCE ON HER PAGE THE SATURDAY'S THAT ARE OFF, THE WEEK BEFORE IF YOU'RE NOT SURE.

Story Orgy is an m/m romance writing group that writes from prompts. We post chapters of our stories every Monday for readers to enjoy. This time around, we selected a theme of Superheroes (FUN!) and asked readers to provide prompts. My story is based on a prompt suggested by Cheri Taylor 1)Ability to magically manifest a giant pile of marshmallows 2) accidentally setting one's car on fire (on the inside) 3) a vegetable peeler. CC Crane is a man of unusual talent. Mathias Giraud is a small town cop whose family ties are all the support he needs.

-------Currently going through an edit------- Oliver can't cope with the loss of his identical twin, Dylan, so his mother makes him attend grief counseling. It's always the same thing, make his intro speech, listen to the others tell their stories, share a happy memory, listen to the sage words from Scott about how it will become easier. But he doesn't feel like it ever will. He blames himself for the accident that took his twin away from him. At eighteen, he feels like there's nothing left to live for. Wesley lost his wife to cancer three years ago. After months of hibernation, his sister steps in and convinces him to get help. But what is a thirty year old man going to get from sitting among strangers? One meeting changes both of their fates and starts their process of really healing. **Warning: Vulgar language and male/male action. If it's not your thing, you might want to back away now. :)

There's something killing the alphas around Maviz, planet of the werewolves. Dallas Crane is the best and number one officer in the Peace Force and Investigation Team - he loathes that his omega status makes people want to walk all over him and so he takes it as a challenge to anyone on a higher status. Then he meets Markus Rowan and the younger alpha seems to bring out the omega just begging to be free from within him. Brendon McKelly wants every alpha on the planet to die in a hole. In fact, he would personally stab and gut every single alpha if he could and this fact doesn't really make him a good candidate for the recent happenings in Maviz seeing that he works as the right-hand of the Chief Medical examiner in the hospital. But Spencer Smith is adamant to prove to him that not all alphas are THAT bad. Tom Hanson is just your average omega, going through life day by day in a boring, monotonous routine until Chris ends up on the doorstep of his isolated home in the north while he's on the brunt of his heat. Chris doesn't remember anything but his name and flashes of a lab and other things that don't make sense but over time; Tom realizes that this strange alpha might just be the key to what exactly is out there killing alphas and perhaps also the key to his heart. - Copyright © 2014 Viano Oniomoh All rights reserved.

Gay romance novel: Gabriel is a boy... With a small girly part. He is what you would call intersexual or 'hermaphrodite'. He has the cute big baby blue eyes with the platinum blond hair. He an easy target for the five guys that jumped him. It was the night that would affect the rest of his life. This is Gabriel's journey to parenthood at seventeen year old boy. © 2013 by Tiara Welch. All rights reserved. No part of this document may be duplicated or transferred in any form or by any means whether be electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or any other prototype, without previously written permission from Tiara Welch.