Wayne Gray

Hi @Douglas Spencer. Thanks for the great comment. 🙂 I've got chapter ten waiting in the wings, and I'll start editing/proofing eleven after work today. I'm happy you're into the tale. Don't worry, there are quite a few chapters to go before the story is done. Chapter ten will drop tomorrow, then I'm going to keep to a three-day schedule. Thanks again!

Thanks. 😊 I hope you continue to enjoy it!

I'm glad you liked snuggle time. Events are moving. Corbin and Paul are enjoying one another, but for how long?

Five a.m. Tuesday morning arrived, and Corbin's phone began to chirp. He reached to turn it off. Paul spent the night with him in the cabin, and the tall man shifted a bit behind him. Luckily he didn't quite wake. Instead, the fireman instinctively pulled on him, and Corbin's bare backside was again pressed tightly against Paul's front. The blonde man smiled. He had to admit, waking up to Paul was easy to get used to. Though currently the fireman's thick penis was hard as a rock and lay pres

Yes indeedy.

I'm working on it! 😄 Let the story pull you in! Absolutely! Corbin has been isolated for a long time (apart from Harris), and he's starved for affection, connection, and physical intimacy. Paul is a perfect temptation and not something he can easily deny himself. Additionally, Paul seems to be a genuinely nice guy and someone who only wants the best for Corbin. Since nice guys always finish first I'm sure things are going to work out. 😳

Thanks, I'll drop in, for sure. I think of myself as a writer first. Poetry is something I dabble in, and it's always sporadic when I feel the urge to write it. It's usually at extremes of emotion - really high or really low.

Thanks, @chris191070 ! I appreciate that you took the time to comment. 🙂 We'll have to see just what happened to separate Harris from his family. He's a focused, driven and intense man. Perhaps something in his past has forged him into the guy he is today.

That's very true, all Italians are not Mafioso. You're probably right about the food. No self-respecting capo would eat the knockoff stuff we think of as Italian food! Yes, Mr. Harris. More of him will come in focus as the tale progresses. We'll come to understand him a bit more when that happens. Thanks for taking the time to read and comment, @droughtquake !

Showered. Cat's lied, and I fed them even after the husband did. Getting another cup of coffee. Then gonna see if I can read some more stuff on here before I get too wrapped up in editing the next three chapters of Guarded. I hope everyone is having a great day. 🙂

My need to rhyme to write poetry is one. And the fact that they all pretty much run the same way, the same rhyming scheme. 2,4 2,4 2,4 2,4 I've experimented with other ways to write them, but none "stick". I always hate anything I write which varies from the pattern. Haiku is something I do like, but that's the only other form I enjoy producing. Thanks for the invite to the Live-Poets thread, and for the feedback. I actually like this one. It takes me right back to the sea.

Corbin stood in line at the coffee shop. There was only one person ahead of him - a man in a dark coat. The man had raven black hair, and it glittered with silver here and there. As the man turned in profile, he looked to be in his early fifties. Karen greeted him in her usual manner. "Hello, sir! How can I help you?" He spoke, his voice deep and almost melodic. "Sì, mi piacerebbe sapere se hai qualche traditore?" (Yes, I would like to know if you have any traitors?) His smile was smooth

I found it! This is a poem I wrote while looking out over a wild, white-capped ocean. I myself was safely ensconced in a little, seaside cafe, but my imagination ran pretty wild as I watched the water foam and rage. This is the last thing I'll post here for a while. My stuff is formulaic. I won't post more until I can do better. A Captain's Bluff A ship tossed high upon the wave, Crashed through the foamy sea, Her men worked hard to save their ship, An' from the storm did flee. The captain stood there at the helm, His knuckles white with fright, In his heart, he felt despair, Then he spied a tiny light. "Lighthouse ho!" the cry rang out, An' then their fate was cast, But as the prow turned toward the spark, Lightning split the mast. Flames burned fierce upon the deck, An' one small sail still flew, The captain watched his crew look up, To see if he were through. Then he knew, to show despair, Would be to doom them sure, An' so he did, what he felt, Would buoy his hopeless crew. He threw his head back an' roared, With laughter, and a curse, His men saw him, took his lead, And then went back to work. The captain aimed for the light, An' prayed it'd be enough, To get them all, safe to home, Sailing on a captain's bluff.

They have indeed. Thanks. 🙂

I hope things improve for you.

Thanks! It's simple, and I know that. But it conveyed how I felt at the time. 😊

Thanks. I had it pretty damn bad. 😍 I'm a little bummed that I don't seem to have a copy of "A Captain's Bluff." That one is all imagery and emotion. I'm still hunting for it.

I wonder. 😝. Thanks for the comment!

Wellll ... I was told to take a stab at this. Mind you, this was written in the throes of a terribly intense love affair. ❤️ Uncontrolled Burn The hardest part of loving you, Is the total, uncontrolled, Way my heart strings along, Body, mind and soul. I'm frightened by the power, I marvel at the bliss, Of what is locked, deep within, The gift of but a kiss. A touch is all it takes from you, To bring me to my knees, I think you know I'd do it all, To feel you next to me. This flame of love burns so bright, I watch for it to fade, For that is what I hear occurs, When two hearts dance this way. But it doesn't fade, it only grows, Into a burning sun, And in my soul, mind and heart, I know you are my one. My raging burning sun.

I'm from the country. It's a big gift! A good road is very important, particularly where it snows/rains a lot. And, yes ... there are feelings flying, and Corbin doesn't like that he's not as objective as he feels he needs to be.

Editing right now. 🙂

So safe! Like a kitten in the arms of a gentle child.

Weird! Glad you found it now. Oh, Stefano. It’s not likely even someone in the mob would be able to really play keep-away forever from the FBI, right? I’m sure Corbin has nothing to worry about! 😳

Thanks for the reads, everybody.

There’s more on the way, for sure. 😊. I was gonna edit and get chapter 9 ready, but I have a 13 lb cat on my chest at the moment.