Dear Author, I would do anything for him, and he knows this. I would hand him the world on a platter if he so much as asked for it (and it’s not like I don’t have the means to do it), but that’s the problem. He doesn’t. He kisses me sweetly and he doesn’t fuck so much as he makes love, but he runs the minute we’re done. I don’t get it. He’s an affectionate kid, eager and adorkable, and I know his previous relationships all lasted six months or more before they split up amicably. What’s troubling him now? Am I doing something wrong? I wish I knew. I just want to see him happy, author. Photo Description: Two men in a pool. One is wearing nothing but a Speedo, the other is dressed in an elegant suit, a shirt, and a tie. The second one is holding the first one in his arms, with the man’s legs wrapped around his waist, and they are kissing, looking very happy. This story was written as a part of the M/M Romance Group's "Love is an Open Road" event. Group members were asked to write a story prompt inspired by a photo of their choice. Authors of the group selected a photo and prompt that spoke to them and wrote a short story. This story may contain sexually explicit content and is intended for adult readers. It may contain content that is disagreeable or distressing to some readers. The M/M Romance Group strongly recommends that each reader review the General Information section before each story for story tags as well as for content warnings.
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Born in Romania, land of the Iele and Vlad the Impaler, AIMEE BRISSAY has spent all her life surrounded by books. She has ridden side by side with d’Artagnan and The Three Musketeers to retrieve the Queen’s diamonds, set sail on the Erasmus in search of the Japans, fell in love with Rhett Butler and roamed the Wild West along Old Shatterhand. She has walked on the footsteps of the Olympian Gods and searched for Zalmoxis’ sanctuary in the Carpathians. In her mind, she’s never been the damsel in distress but rather the knight in shiny armor fighting for a cause. With a background like this, turning to writing was no surprise. Aimee discovered erotica early on in life and has never looked back. Now she can write anywhere, even in a crowded room or a busy subway station, but she loves solitude. When she’s not at her evil day job, she can be found writing or playing with one of her five cats or the newly acquired dog. She welcomes messages from readers and promises to answer all of them as soon as possible.
