Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 9

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THIS LITTLE PIGGY WENT TO JERSEY
    by Gina Rogers

    A black and white photo of two guys, nicely built, lying on their backs on a couch, each with his head on opposite armrests. Their eyes are cut out of the top and bottom of the photo frame, so you can't see their faces. Both cocks are in full view as one is fully naked and the other's underwear is only partially on. The naked partner looks as if he's in the midst of slowly pulling off his partner's underwear. Their bodies are slightly draped over each other and each has the other one's foot in his mouth. The whole scene is very seductive.

    Dear Author
    I remember lying on my private beach relaxing and working my tan. When I opened my eyes all I could see was the sexiest pair of feet I've ever seen. By the end of the week, those feet were leaving prints in the sand right next to mine as we walked hand in hand. For the past year, our feet have had to travel long distance to see each other, but now our feet are walking our new home. Today is our anniversary, and it's only appropriate we spend the day worshipping the feet that have brought us together. ***I would like to have a sweet, sexy love story with a HEA. Please no cheating or ménage!
    Sincerely,
    Heather C

    genre: contemporary
    tags: hurt/comfort; foot fetish; long distance relationship; culinary: baker
    content warnings: foot fetish
    word count: 32,557
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    THIS LITTLE PIGGY WENT TO JERSEY
    by Gina Rogers
    Cole lay face down on the warm blanket; his body cradled by the soft sand beneath it, and let his mind wander. The hot July sun felt like it was brushing over his pale skin and massaging the stiff muscles beneath. He could feel the tension of the last few months begin to recede as he slowly tensed and relaxed all the way from his toes to his eyebrows. He'd never been so happy that pushy and boisterous Elijah had barged into his life a year ago, demanding an interview. Pushy, boisterous, beach-house-owning Elijah. Cole smiled to himself as he thought about the odd friendship they had developed. Cole was quiet, solitary and nerdy in what he liked to think of as a cool kind of way. In other words, he was the exact opposite of Elijah. It's a good thing neither of them was attracted to the other because Cole was absolutely positive they wouldn't have survived that train wreck.
    Cole sighed and turned his head so the other side of his face would get its fair share of burn. Even though he adored Elijah, and only had brotherly feelings for him, it didn't stop him from wishing there could have been something more. Cole had been on his own since he was twenty. He actually enjoyed his independence and preferred to be by himself. He got nervous around people. Most people made him feel awkward and ashamed of his personality. But despite all of that, there was a part of him that still held out hope; a tiny, vulnerable part of his soul that still believed in love and happily-ever-afters. Deep down, Cole was a sappy, gooey, Hallmark-cards-make-me-cry-before-I-even-open-them romantic. Okay, maybe not that deep down but he would rather be strapped down and forced to watch a full season of Jersey Shore than admit it. He wanted someone to share his life with. Someone who got him and adored all his quirks. He wanted one person, one fucking person, he could trust and completely be himself with.
    He inhaled deeply, tasting the ocean, and let out another weary sigh. He really should consider himself lucky. He wasn't a complete troll in the looks department, and he was always able to find someone to help take the edge off. Sometimes his one night stands even turned into two or three-week sex fests but as soon as the come cooled and the conversation began, they always ran screaming for the hills. And if he were honest with himself, Cole was more than happy to let them go. He hadn't had a real relationship since his sophomore year in college. And that so did not turn out well. Cole winced and forced his thoughts to steer away from that painful memory. He was twenty-eight years old and a successful business owner. He was lying on a fucking private beach in Long Beach Island, New Jersey, damn it, and he was going to