Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 1

first time in my life. Those treasured moments started the instant his cock began its rhythmic pumping; the instant his caring lovemaking aroused and teased the super-sensitive passion spots in my tight ring muscles; the instant the cock I worshipped ignited other tender spots inside me I never knew existed. His sexy attentions revved me up, leaving me gasping in pleasure at the rapturous feelings, and leaving me wishing they would last forever. He treated me to a crescendo of wild, wicked emotions and pulsing frenzies, leading to a brain-zapping, eye-popping, writhing orgasm.
    The celebration left me overwhelmed, flushed in emotions, totally fucked in energy, yet jubilant in spirits that I had surmounted my final demon. A desire burned in me to experience again the exquisite sensations I'd never known during all the times I'd been violated; that I'd never known until these moments with my lover. He answered with his ecstatic smile when I asked him to make love to me a second time.
    Afterward, we headed to the New Year's party at The Retreat, knowing I had some more very special moments added to my happiest memories. Those splendid moments of Drew's tender lovemaking lingered on in faint sensual afterglows, feelings I relished all evening, feelings so different to those I felt on that fateful day I met him. I held his ring hand as we stood among the boisterous crowd of friends counting down the seconds, and clenched his neck and pressed my lips to his when the party poppers blew. Later, during a break from the dancing and revelling, I looked around and reflected, Life couldn't be better .
     
    THE END
    Author bio: Justin loves writing sexy gay love stories, often based on real life events, sometimes involving a murder mystery or two.
    Currently he has about eight WIPs and may expand Alex & Drew to novel length.
    You can find details of his other books at Goodreads .
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ALTERED STATES
    by L.E. Harner

    Handsome man, dressed in a suit, could be a business professional, with just a touch of a smirk as an expression.

    Dear Author,
    This son of a bitch has been underneath my skin ever since he transferred into the department. Word has it that he's one of the best damn homicide detectives in the city, but the fact of the matter is that he's a Grade A arrogant asshole. Pretty much every time he opens his mouth, I want to slug him– or stick my tongue down his throat, I'm not always really sure which, or even if I want to choose one. My libido doesn't seem to give a tinker's damn that I'm pretty sure he's straight, and while jerking off in the shower is starting to get pretty damn old, I foresee a lot more of it in my future – because the Chief just paired us up to work a new case…
    Sincerely,
    Kieran

    genre: mystery/suspense
    tags: law enforcement; interracial; undercover detectives; ending with a twist
    content warnings: violence; no HEA or HFN; cliff-hanger ending
    word count: 11,515
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    ALTERED STATES
    by L.E. Harner
    CHAPTER 1
    "Hey, Detective Sam Garrett— I didn't know you were working the Quarter! I jes' got here. Biloxi was a bust." The mocha-skinned blonde grabbed my arm and air-kissed my cheek.
    "Hey, Honey," I said, by way of greeting. "You're looking good tonight. You back at Rendezvous?"
    "Let's hope so. That fucker Leroy is pissed I worked another show, so he's stringing things out. I have half a mind to open my own place." She smoothed a well-manicured hand over her sequined hip. With a practiced gesture, she managed to open the thigh-high slit a little more to reveal a long expanse of dark leg. "Did you miss me, baby?"
    "You bet, beautiful. I'll have a word with Leroy. I gotta get going, but you stay out of trouble, now, hear?"
    "I haven't been here long enough to get into trouble– yet. You sure you don't want to step around back for old time's sake?" The deep throaty laugh turned heads, and she licked her lips, as if she already could taste her next conquest.
    "You know better than that, Honey," I said. I flashed a grin at her and she grinned right back. There were no hard feelings here.
    "A girl's gotta do who a girl's gotta do," she said. She flipped her long blonde hair over her shoulder and gave a little wink before she sauntered off, leaving the refrain of an old Lou Reed song bouncing in my head.
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    Two days later, I stood in the morgue and tried to find some trace of humanity in the bloody, broken body on the table. There was none to be seen. Not