The long neck was like a magnet. When bare and exposed it was commanding and shouting. I was not allowed to move further without giving it enough attention and touch. I had to touch it delicately with my lips, to leave a moist trail. I had to repeat the actions until the whole surface was covered in goosebumps. Only then I could move down the twisting image.

A few months ago, I bought a mug with gold gilt. On sale. Not a gift either nor because of an occasion to remember by it. Just plain, pretty mug for 15PLN. I drank my coffee from it since. I spat loose tea leaves into it. It never felt particularly significant. An ordinary object. Only when I lost it, I realised its true value. I sat comfortably at my desk one evening. Looking at my phone, I reached to take my song-text notebook. Trivial situation. My clumsy fingers were unable to avoid the mug. They allowed it to topple over, to slip from the desktop. Even though I did not see the split-second occurrence, I felt the pressure of unease. My head painted the trajectory of the fall on its own, the shattering, spillage. The loss. For a millisecond I still had hope, that I would be able to catch the mug, that I would be able to avoid what was about to happen. But I knew I was headed for failure. I don't have any superpowers. I only scalded my fingers. I looked at the mug's new shape for a long while, at the shattered pieces. At the spilling liquid. Our adventure came to an end. Irrevocably. I won't be drinking coffee from it anymore, nor spit tea leaves into it. Well. I shouldn't be sad, it was just a regular mug, just like thousands of others. I grew to like it, it kept me company throughout hundreds of warm drinks. I lost it. I hate this feeling the most. In the moment when I am losing something, I stop in my tracks, I hold my breath. It is always a very intense moment. A short one, but one that gives me the tight unpleasant feeling in my stomach. The feeling of loss is always accompanied by hope. Silly and naïve. Making me believe so strongly, that I can make it. That I will still be able to catch the mug mid-flight. When the feeling is entering the body, crawling into me I realise, how important it was to me. Whether it's Nivan or a stupid mug with gold gilt.

A work-related injury leaves special agent Michael O'Connolly forced to part ways with the FBI on an extended sick leave. He's been out of commission for weeks and is desperately ready for some action, but when he grabs hold of a filthy street kid, trying to pick his pockets, he gets more than he bargained for. Nineteen year old Jason Thames was accustomed to hard living. The streets had been his life for more years than he cared to remember. He did whatever he could to survive, but one cold, wet night he picks the wrong pocket, and gets caught up in a world he never thought he could have. The agent is harsh and intimidating, but he wants to help him, even when he discovers that Jason has a two year old son; Little Timmy. Over time, the attraction between the two men simmers, and Michael finds himself falling for both his house guests, but how can he hope for a future when the present is so riddled with uncertainty?

BOOK THREE Seb Underwood doesn't like drama but in fact avoid then to be involved in an unwanted situation. Now with a drug addict brother to take care of, he tried his best to keep his patience. With working long hours to pay his damn bills and help his brother Edward pay off his debt, Seb is at his breaking point. Now the past is back to haunt him, the man he claimed to love vanished and after three years, his Master Leon decides to come out of his hiding. No one knew where he went or why his sudden disappearance but all Seb knows is that he wants nothing to do with the man. He's changed and his disappearance showed Seb that he doesn't need a man in his life. As he continue stripping and sliding down that silver pole, Master Leon is determine to get his Submissive back whether he likes it or not. As secrets being revealed and their past slowly coming back to haunt them. They both face a challenge they aren't prepared to face ... facing their demons. As they both deal with their own past, they slowly realise that they need each other more than they think. Will their dark past keep them apart?

Alex Littleton is an outgoing and spontaneous 16 year old boy. He's the captain of the Greene high school boys swim team and loves, and I mean loves, to swim. He has average grades and is pretty much your typical lovable gay boy. Landon Parks is 17 and ready to party. He's on the football team and is pretty popular, but not one of those obnoxiously popular ones. He isn't one of your normal jocks though, sure he isn't the brightest, but he's not failing any classes, and there's one thing that really makes him stand out among his friends. He's not really into girls. He's never really liked being around them and at the time wasn't really sure why. But now it's got him thinking, maybe he's gay? But he isn't going to tell anyone, cause what if he's not? He'll just observe from afar and see where it takes him. When Landon sees this cute younger boy, he wants to see him more. He's never met him before now, but sometimes all you need is to run into them once. COVER BY ROGUEHOPES

Alickzander Sanderson is your normal 17-year-old boy, well that is till he finds out that his father is the number one mafia boss of Russia and part of America. What is he to do when said man decides that it would be best for him to come to Russia for an arranged marriage. Can he really do this, go to Russia, marry someone he doesn't know, and willingly. boyxboy

With his cub Calder in tow and the man who fathered Calder dead, Nova has no choice but to run from the Jaguars that killed Calder's father. Nova will do anything to protect his cub, even at the cost of his own life. So when Calder wanders off and ends up with a group of Dragon shifters roaring at him, Nova rushes to save him. Bion has been around for thousands upon thousands of years. He has given up hope on finding his mate and is content to watch over his family. Imagine his surprise when a Jaguar cub shows up on his land and the cubs parent happens to be his mate. With a distrustful and overprotective Nova, murdering Jaguars around ever corner, and a playful little cub that gets himself into sticky situations, Bion has his work cut out for him.

Elliot is, and has always been, stuck in his home town. Sure, it's a fairly large city. Sure, all his family and friends are there. Sure, he has a job he absolutely adores. But he still isn't happy. No matter how much he loves working in Auntie Mae's Tea shop, baking cakes day in and day out, he can't find it in himself to be happy. He knows exactly what's wrong; he has a dream. His dream is to one day move to Paris and open his own bakery. Baking is his passion, and he wants to devote his life to it. The only problem is that he can't seem to get away from his current life to start a new one. He once told himself his studies were holding him back. When he was done with those, he used the excuse of renovating the entire Tea Shop. Then, when he finally couldn't find any more excuses, he gave up. He knew he was waiting for something to happen. The problem? He didn't know what. But what about that man who recently started visiting the shop? He definitely wasn't one of the regulars; his face, you would recognize. He comes every evening at six o'clock, and stays for an hour. Could he be what Elliot is waiting for? *Deals with self-esteem issues which I've been told might be triggering*

Derek owns a small pub on the border between the nice neighbourhood and the Orcus in the city Pareo. One day his friend shows up, and the mafia right after. Warning: This is a manXman story, so if that isn't your cup 'o tea then this is not the story for you. Also any 'intimate' scenes will be posted for themselves. New cover made by Elfie (@WriteDrunk_EditSober), thanks a lot! Previous cover made by meisgabrielle (thank you~) @meisgabrielle

Erik Henderson has a 4 year old daughter that he has to raise. On his own. Being a single dad, and being gay was not the easiest thing in the world. Paige's mother, Tillie, had been Erik's best friend, and when she died giving birth- He almost lost it. But he pulled himself together and now he had a beautiful little girl, that was his entire life. He wanted to fall in love, but dating was rough. Enter...Trent Hyatt. A somewhat mysterious guy with a bad boy image who wore leather jackets and rode a motorcycle. He couldn't be right for Erik. But could Erik resist the feelings the Trent evoked? And would something else get in the way before they could figure out they had feelings for each other? *I originally wrote this story in 2012. Upon Review I realized it could be much better. I worked to edit it, and made revisions to the end. Title was formally "Meeting the Bad Boy". Please enjoy this newer version.