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**

He stops, breath hitching in his throat at the sight of a gun beside the money. "Welcome home, honey," the man taunts, brow quirked. He gulps and suddenly feels nauseous. "Please don't kill me," he begs, voice breaking.

[BXB] in which a boy leaves his love letters in the wrong person's locker. ↬ Kairo Alden has been pining for fellow classmate Alexandria Miller for as long as he can remember. Finally, with some persuasion from his friends, he decides to step out of his comfort zone and leave love letters in her locker. Only problem? He ends up leaving them in Alexander Rhodes' locker instead. milestones: 6/25/20 - #3 in bxb 7/03/20 - #3 in QUESTIONING 7/06/20 - #3 in LGBTQ 7/06/20 - #2 in QUESTIONING

Featured on @lgbtq *** The month of bitter winds and coffee mugs, cold air and warm rugs, witnesses the journey of two lovers from across the road. One in a cold park, one in an open window. *** First Place Winner, Mystic Awards 2017 (Short Story) ***

Featured on @LY *** It is the month of snow and cakes, cold shoulders and warm hugs, loneliness and blossoming loves. Then what choice is left to a man and his butler as they are forced to get locked up in the house when the weather outside becomes too disastrous to step out?

A man observes the routine occurrence of another man from his window. ~ManxMan~ - - - A/N: I do not own the picture in the cover. All rights to the original owner.

Cameron is just your regular bouncer. Well as regular as you can get when you work at a BDSM club, and happen to be a submissive yourself. Despite this, Cameron has resolved himself to being alone, no one wants a submissive as large as himself. Then there's Gavin, too busy being ignorant to see what's right in front of him. Looking for the perfect submissive, he never realized he wouldn't have to look any further than the front door.

Please read only if you are comfortable with sad endings, though this story will have a sequel with a happy ending at some point. Sébastien and Benjamin met in middle school in Brittany, a region in the West of France. Sébastien always aspired to follow his father's footsteps and take over his fishing business, while Benjamin had a calling to become a History teacher. Despite the turmoils of teenage life, slowly discovering each other, they carefully plan their future together, but that was counting without Benjamin's parents' determination to separate them, leading the two young adults to live in Paris. Fifteen years after their first encounter, the two men are still building their future in the Capital. The unqualified Sébastien lives on small jobs, while Benjamin embraces a promising career in journalism that might lead him far. Maybe too far for Sébastien who only dreams of returning to his native Brittany. * * * This short story is inspired by a song called Les Meurtrières by Damien Saez. I could tell you to go and check it on Dailymotion, but it's in French. I could also provide a translation, but I would never be able to convey the beauty of his words. So just know that this is about a man who lost his love and that it ends very sadly. As will this story. So please do not read if you are not comfortable with tragic endings.

Pleasure isn't all about the sweetest desires and fantasies. It isn't always the perfect blend of sugar, spices and everything nice because when one flavor goes wrong, a bittersweet taste will satisfy you instead. Copyright 2014 All Rights Reserved © Red Lady Nelle