I’m just beginning the third of a triplet of novellas. My muse, damn her, insisted that I start with an iconic dream: the archetypal craving for flight.
These few words begin the story told in Spilled Passion.
This is a stock image from the web…the iconic Icarus.
Aidan Williamson lay basking in a dream, the kind of fantasy he used to have, back when he was a boy just discovering the pubic nest, the fledgling cock, the joy of release.
He was flying, he was soaring, higher and higher. Some ache far inside his ass was propelling him upward, to the sun, dick first…
Except this time the dream was real. Logan curled next to him, a careless leg hitched over his own spent body, warm breath fanning his cheek.
Aidan’s cock grow heavy again with remembered passion.
In this (probably final) series work, Aidan tries to burst the bounds of heavy earth. But first, he has to confront his demons—and his angels too.
Here’s a mashup of the three novellas, and a link to the first two.
