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238 pages, ebook
First published August 18, 2015

Dear Author,
I’ve been hurt badly. In my first month away from home, enjoying new-found independence on my college campus, I was brutally raped by a stranger. I had barely begun my homosexual exploration, kissing and some hand jobs, with a few men who were also experimenting, when it happened 7 years ago. I have not been able to enjoy sexual relations with another man ever since. It has affected every one of my romantic relationships and I am sick and tired of being alone and afraid. I have decided to ask my best friend, a man I first met in junior high and trust with ever part of my being, to help me overcome my fear of intimacy and sex. Yes, he is straight, but his love for me is strong and he suffers along with me when my fears arise. My hope is that he can help me, taking baby steps, enjoy the wonders of sex by touching me and loving me. I know that it will hurt when our intimate time together is over, but I’m not going to think about that now. I need the overwhelming dread and fear of other men stricken from my mind before I can worry about anything else.
(GFY, hurt/healing/comfort, no cheating, emotional sex as hot as fire and a HEA. I’d like to see these MCs well matched and versatile in the bedroom. I leave everything else up to up, my dearest author.)
Sincerely,
Gigi



“He’s gone now, but he left a lot behind. It’s going to take a while to work through it all.”
“I know it will. But we’ll take all the time you need. I promise.”
“Do you want this?” I ask. “Do you want—” “I want everything.” His gaze drops again, and he exhales. “I want you to kiss me. I want you to fuck me.” He shakes his head. “Goddammit, I want to be able to do this without being scared of someone who isn’t here.”
I pray with every touch of my lips to his skin that this ends the way it did that very first time. Orgasms. Kisses. Smiles. No ghosts, no demons—only pleasure and innocence.
Fuck words. Fuck thoughts. Ian’s sucking my cock and Michael’s fucking Ian right in front of me, and I don’t know or care how to articulate anything beyond a long, helpless moan.
“You said karma owed me big-time. That there was a good guy out there waiting for me.” His smile gets bigger, and I swear his eyes tear up as he says, “Turns out there were two right in front of my face.”

