M.K. Lee's Blog: Telling Tales, page 138

On The Way Home

“I want you.”

There is nothing, no other words that Josh can say that make Grant’s knees give so quickly, and his dick stand to attention so instantly.

He breathes it out in the gravelly tone that Grant is helpless to resist, to the point where it’s gotten them into many a compromising situation when around other people. Like now, when they’re on the way home after a night out with friends, probably less than twenty minutes from the privacy of their own apartment, and apparently Josh can’t wa...

Poetry – Weak

Hello 

Goaded

For those of you who follow/have followed me elsewhere, you might recognise this story in another guise. And this is just as ridiculous and silly here as it was there 

Letting Go to Start Over – Chapter 3

When Alan wakes, it doesn’t even take him a matter of seconds to know that something is different. The ceiling above him is not his own, the bed beneath his back is absolutely not memory foam, and the feel of the sheets between his fingers speaks of material far coarser than that of his own comforter.

Alan lifts his head, regrets it instantly, the room giving a violent lurch and reminding him a little of the previous night. He’d drank too much, far, far too much, had known exactly the point w...

Letting Go to Start Over – Chapter 2

“Mornin’, Alan.”

Alan waves at his neighbor Wendy going in the opposite direction but doesn’t answer, concentrating instead on the final stretch of his ten-mile run. His limbs burn with the good kind of stretch of exertion, his head is clear, and the air is fresh as he sucks it into his lungs. He spares a glance for the pond to the side of the path he’s taking through the park, smiling as a fish breaks the surface for a moment, but otherwise notices nothing else.

Satisfaction seeps into his v...

Letting Go to Start Over – Chapter 1

Hello, here’s the first of a three chapter story.

Alan needs a start-over. A new job, in an unknown place, far away from an unrequited love that he needs to get over if he’s ever going to live his own life.

 

The freshness of the breeze, the crunch of dirt beneath his feet, the horizon dotted with a hundred twinkling lights; this is Alan’s home now. And though he does not have a particular base yet, has accepted a job offer without thinking of anything but starting over, being able to breath...

Poetry – Terrorised

Hello 

No Special Occasion

Mark and Rob have an evening together with nothing to enjoy other than each other…

This is NOT safe for work, just to warn you. For those of you who follow/have followed me elsewhere, you might recognise this story in another guise

From Across The Hall – 31

Ruben’s late for work again.

He charges through the rotating doors at the main entrance of the shopping centre willing them to spin faster, and in doing so commits the ultimate sin of touching the door, bringing the entire thing to a juddering stop. He jolts against the door with a huff at the unexpected stop of motion, smearing up the glass with a hot blast of breath, and hears a disgruntled grumble from all around saying others are doing the same.

A security guard gives him the eyebrow that...

From Across The Hall – 30

Ruben’s late for work again.

He charges through the rotating doors at the main entrance of the shopping centre willing them to spin faster, and in doing so commits the ultimate sin of touching the door, bringing the entire thing to a juddering stop. He jolts against the door with a huff at the unexpected stop of motion, smearing up the glass with a hot blast of breath, and hears a disgruntled grumble from all around saying others are doing the same.

A security guard gives him the eyebrow that...