Spot the Difference now out!

Having both recently left Doms who just weren’t right for them, twins Christopher and Robin get together at a coffee house to commiserate. They can’t help but wish out loud for the men they’re looking for. These ideal men are as different as the twins are alike, though, and they lament ever finding two Doms to fit the bill.

When barista Core asks Robin to go to dinner with him after hearing his wishlist, Christopher can’t help but be jealous of his twin. That soon changes, however, when Darren approaches his table with a few wishes of his own.

Can Christopher and Robin really both find exactly what they’re looking for on the same night? Or is it too big a coincidence to be real?

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“Christopher!” Robin waved madly at his twin through the window of the Dark Grounds.

His brother looked up, and the smile he got matched his exactly. Oh, God. Three months. Three months since they’d been together and that was insane. Crazy. Wrong. Ten thousand texts a day couldn’t fix that.

He hurried in and they wrapped around each other, hugging tight. “Oh, God. Missed you. Life sucks!”

Christie just laughed at him. “It didn’t suck when you were shacking up with that Master Dorkface.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

Harry had been sweet, but… Not enough. Dear. Gentle. An older man who really wanted someone to take care of him. Robin had thought he could make it work, but… Not so much with that.

“So what happened? Did you decide you wanted to be whipped daily after all and he balked?”

“Butthead. He wasn’t… You know how it is.” Robin was a bit of a pain slut, one hell of a size queen, but he didn’t need to be dominated like his twin. He just needed a good hard fucking a few times a day and a spanking to start things off right. That wasn’t weird, was it?

“He wasn’t what you needed.” Christopher nodded and Robin knew his twin understood exactly how it was.

“No. You still seeing Mac?” Mac was sweet and wonderful and wealthy and perfect and a little bit of a dishrag, and Robin was surprised Christopher had gone for him at all.

“No. No, I introduced him to Vic. They hit it off like whoa.”

It looked like they were both footloose and fancy free again.

Christopher sighed. “Maybe we’re being too picky…”

“Yeah. No one wants…me.”

Christie nodded at his words. “Or me.”

Robin rolled his eyes. “So no one wants us. You want a huge slice of cake and a mocha?”

“God, yes. Chocolate is better than…”

“Sex,” they finished together.

Laughing, they went to the counter and ordered two mochas and a big assed piece of lemon cake. By the time they’d finished the cake, they were teasing each other, recalling some of the experiences they’d had.

“You remember when you went to that leather daddy club and ended up wearing that feathered jock strap?”

Robin stared at him. “We swore never to bring that up again, Christie!”

“Oh, I have pictures.” Christopher looked smug.

Robin tilted his head, considering. “Who would know it was me and not you?”

They looked at each other and started howling with laughter.

Christopher rubbed his eyes. “You know what we should do? We should write each other personal ads. Who knows what we like better than us?”
Robin chuckled and leaned back. “Okay, I’ll go first. Pushy little bottom needs strict discipline and a firm hand. Sucks like a dream. Responds to punishment and praise.”

Christopher cracked up, applauding. “Very nice.” Then his twin pondered. “Okay, yours. Sassy pain slut needs daily beatings and hourly fuckings. Only men of size need apply.”

“Perfect. Now we just need answers from men who are not axe murders or psycho freaks.” Because that was always the worry, especially with hard core needs.

“That could be a problem.” Christie made a face.

“Yeah.” Robin stirred his coffee. “It’s us, isn’t it?”

Christie sighed, grabbed his hand and squeezed. “Probably, yeah. I just walked away from the nicest man on earth.”

“But he wasn’t right for you.” That had to count for something, didn’t it?

“No. I would have ended up being mean to him and he deserved better.”

They looked at each other and Christie finally nodded. “We should do it. I bet there’s a BDSM singles board or something where we can advertise.”
“I don’t know.” Robin shrugged. “Maybe? How do you know if it’s safe?”

“I know, but… I don’t want to be alone all my life, Ro.”

“You have me…”

“Oh, Ro-Ro.” Christie wrapped around him in a tight hug. “Of course I’ll have you. And I would die without you. But I want someone who can give me the stuff you can’t, you know?”