It`s time for Tuesday Tales.
Today we have an excerpt from a super-secret project! I can tell you its an M/M hockey novella with all the goodies like an age gap, opposites attract, grumpy/sunshine vibe but that’s all I can pass along for now. *winks*
Please do bear in mind that these snippets are unedited so please be kind if you find any mistakes.
This story may have gay erotic scenes, strong social issues addressed and mature language. If those things offend now is the time to move onto another Tuesday Tales blog. Thanks for stopping by!
Blasé was fine. Rushing into an affair was not my speed. I planned things out, took my time, and made sure to avoid any outlandish behaviors or silliness.
And now you sound like your grandfather.
Shit. Yeah, I did. Next I’d be yelling at kids to get off my lawn. Crap. Be that as it may I couldn’t change who I was born to be. Still, though, I did yearn for what I’d lost. That warm body curled up beside you in bed every night, that sleepy smile over breakfast, the dull little chores that a couple shared. I’d thought Marshall had been my forever mate but that went titties up so maybe I needed to stop looking in the very limited dating pool of out gay hockey players. Perhaps I should shake out a new rug to cover that boring old Paul Rocha floor.
“Great, now I’m comparing myself to worn linoleum,” I mumbled to myself. I really didn’t want to be bright green-and-white lattice style 70s style flooring. But if I wasn’t outdated Congoleum then what the hell was I, and who would want to walk on me? Okay, this flooring comparison had to stop.
Before I could change my mind I made the call to Dee, disturbing her evening with Laura, for which I apologized profusely before she could say anything other than hello.
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