A 36-year-old consultant finds both routine and unexpected connection when he joins a new Arlington gym and becomes drawn to Steph, a clumsy, flirtatious younger lifter whose relationship with his girlfriend is quietly unraveling.
In the shadowed underbelly of Capua's slave market, chains rattle and fortunes shift amid the clamor of broken men. Spartacus, the fierce Thracian warrior, stands bare and defiant, his fate auctioned to the highest bidder in a world of sweat, oil, and unyielding ambition. A brutal road awaits, testing body and spirit in the fires of captivity.
Now that Jack and Mitch have told each other that they want to spend the rest of their lives together, things move quickly. They start to decide what come next and everything just snowballs into a big happy mess. The bad times for these two are over, they just start living their lives.
Rami is a home stager, selling the illusion of perfection. His ex brother-in-law Dan is everything he's not supposed to want--too big, too hairy, too straight, too... Dan.
But working together with one sweaty week to get Dan's house on the market proves to Rami that the best things in life can't be curated.
A 36-year-old consultant finds both routine and unexpected connection when he joins a new Arlington gym and becomes drawn to Steph, a clumsy, flirtatious younger lifter whose relationship with his girlfriend is quietly unraveling.
The 2nd mission of the Contractor & Tier-1 Special Forces operator. Signal interference begins at home. Parker’s assignment triggers Brody’s insecurity, leading to a fatal error: hiding the truth to protect the peace. The Operator is guarding the home, but he’s hiding the war—and the foundation is cracked.
Torn from his land and the man he loves, Spartacus is condemned to the brutal world of the arena where blood and death are prime time entertainment. But not all battles are fought upon the sands. To survive, he must become more than a man or a gladiator: He must become a legend.
I slid my legs around his body and my arms, and held him tight. The width of him, the feel of him still within me, made me moan into his ear, biting on it. There were things that were swimming through my head, and as I was on the verge of saying them, the doorbell rang, followed by a pounding on his front door. Wade’s head popped up in shock.
A 36-year-old consultant finds both routine and unexpected connection when he joins a new Arlington gym and becomes drawn to Steph, a clumsy, flirtatious younger lifter whose relationship with his girlfriend is quietly unraveling.
All that didn’t matter. He was free to do whatever the fuck he wanted. Just like me. Now that we were both in college, I’d make sure not to cross paths with him much. I also have plans that didn’t include him, like finding a part-time job quickly so I could continue to fatten my stash while going to class.
Lots of sexual experiences. More realistic dreams. Clive and Pierre falling in love, DP with them. Peter and a nice attention to say good-bye. Shenanigans in the shower. Super breakfast. Pierre disciplined André. Fun in Harrods. Shopping for parents making use of sales. Meeting Andrea at Starbucks. Visit to Alessandro & co.
A 36-year-old consultant finds both routine and unexpected connection when he joins a new Arlington gym and becomes drawn to Steph, a clumsy, flirtatious younger lifter whose relationship with his girlfriend is quietly unraveling.
Jack and Mitch talk about Mitch's job offer and Mitch takes a trip to California. When he returns, they discuss their options even more. Mitch makes his decision and they take another big step in their relationship.
A burned-out, beefy American escapes to the South Tyrolean Alps for a month of private ski lessons, only to discover an unexpected spark with his confident, younger instructor.
I paced. I made coffee and didn't drink it. I sat on the couch and stood right back up. Every creak of the house, every car that passed, made my heart lurch. Would he come? Or was this just the confirmation I expected, that Troy had already made his choice, and I was right?
A 36-year-old consultant finds both routine and unexpected connection when he joins a new Arlington gym and becomes drawn to Steph, a clumsy, flirtatious younger lifter whose relationship with his girlfriend is quietly unraveling.
My blood ran cold. That voice. I’d recognize it instantly anywhere. Smug, confident, laced with a fake, booming heartiness. It was a voice from a different life, from locker room showers and dark car interiors and motel rooms. I straightened up too fast, banging my head on the hood. "Coach Davis!" I said too loudly.
A 36-year-old consultant finds both routine and unexpected connection when he joins a new Arlington gym and becomes drawn to Steph, a clumsy, flirtatious younger lifter whose relationship with his girlfriend is quietly unraveling.
The Bradford Gallery holds another exhibition, displaying many artist's works including new ones from Travis and Jerome. After a shocking request from Mr. Bradford, the guys return home and celebrate. They then separate to get showers and prepare for bed.
Sorry about the long wait. I seem to have little time to write lately.
A 36-year-old consultant finds both routine and unexpected connection when he joins a new Arlington gym and becomes drawn to Steph, a clumsy, flirtatious younger lifter whose relationship with his girlfriend is quietly unraveling.
As the months go by, Jack and Mitch let their relationship progress. They finally decide to meet each other's families. Jack starts to feel he wants to take the next step; he of course wants Mitch to make the first move. Mitch gets some news that may derail those plans.
Nate’s name lit up my phone again this morning, and I let the glow sit there in my hand until the screen went dark. I knew I'd see him again. That filled me with fear and longing.
Jack and Mitch continue to get to know each other. They start to share their love of cooking and spend more time at each other's place. They decide to take the next step in their relationship.
The day had come for Theron to finally claim me. He stood, and the room didn’t fall silently gradually, but it stopped altogether, as if a single breath had been collectively held. Theron did not look at me. He addressed the room, his voice the clear, commanding baritone of a born leader, but his words were for me.