Farewell from the Bookshelf!

Please note that GLBT Bookshelf -- the community wiki which was the parent to this fiction blog -- went offline on May 31, 2016, after seven years' service to members.

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Many thanks to all who contributed over the years, and good luck to everyone in your future works!


New Release: Spanking Dee-Dee

Spanking Dee-Dee - Best Selling New M/M romance from Fabian Black

Simon Putney has never been in love and it suits him fine.  He likes life and relationships to be simple and straightforward, no ties, no emotional complications. There's friendship and there's sex, what has love got to do with anything?

A move to a new apartment brings him into contact with the eccentric, but sweet Dee-Dee Walters with whom he strikes up a friendship.

Dee-Dee's unconventional upbringing has influenced his ideas about love and what constitutes the perfect relationship. What he wants is an old fashioned alpha male to rule his heart and his home.

Simon thinks Dee-Dee is hankering after something that doesn’t exist beyond the pages of fiction.

When Dee-Dee gets tired of waiting for love and decides to launch a quest to find his perfect mate, Simon warns him he's likely to find only disappointment, and perhaps even danger.


On the Monday following the break up of college I was awoken at half past six in the morning by the waspish buzzing of my intercom. It was Dee-Dee. He sounded excited. He wanted me to come down to his apartment. Now. This minute. He had something to show me. He’d been quiet for the past week or so, ever since his birthday, a little distant, lost in dreamy thoughts. It was nice to hear him sounding alert and present.

Dragging on shorts, a t-shirt and a pair of deck shoes, I headed downstairs, expecting to be shown a new art project he’d started, or one he’d finished. It was no such thing.

A prickly sense of foreboding swept over me as I stared at the legend emblazoned across his computer screen.

The love of your life could be an email away

‘In search of a genuine Alpha Male’

“Good subject line.” He stabbed a long finger at the screen. “Attention grabbing, don’t you think, Si?”

“Shush.” I manoeuvred the finger aside. “Let me read seeing as it’s what you dragged me here to do.” I read:

‘Hi, my name is Desmond, though I prefer to be known as Dee-Dee. I’m 25 years old, 5’9’, of slim build, clean-shaven, brown hair and brown eyes, sometimes blue or green or purple depending on what contacts I’m wearing. I’ve been told I’m nice looking in a boyish kind of way. I’m average in the downstairs department, no remarkable inches or super size balls, but everything is in proportion and in full working order.
I’m searching for someone to share my life with. Looks are not important. I’m an artist and my perspective of beauty is far ranging and goes beyond surface interpretation. I’m the kind of man who sees a world in a grain of sand and heaven in a wild flower.
Bearing is what I’m looking for, a particular kind of attitude. I like strong men, true, honest, natural, one hundred percent dominant men. I want a man who won’t be afraid to take charge, a man who’ll guide me, as well as cherish and love me 24/7.
In short I’m searching for an alpha male. If you think you might be the man to put an end to my search then get in touch to arrange an interview.
This is a genuine post, so genuine replies only. No time wasters please.’

“Well,” he spoke impatiently. “What do you think?”

“I think you should credit William Blake for the grain of sand reference.”

“How come you spotted it? I thought teachers of science and practical subjects were a bit like sportsmen and totally ignorant of anything literary, such as being able to read.”

“Don’t get cheeky or I’ll turn you over my knee.”

“Huh, I wish I could believe you meant it. Come on, Simon. I stayed up half the night composing the ad and waiting for it to go live. What do you think?”

“You seriously want to know?” I pulled my eyes away from the screen, tilting my head back to gaze up at him. He was standing behind me, his hands resting on the back of the computer chair.

“I wouldn’t ask otherwise.”

I pulled a face. “I think you’re bonkers. Not least because you knocked me up out of bed at six thirty to show me this.”

His face clouded at my words. I stood up placing a hand on his shoulder. “Listen, Dee-Dee. I know you hope this ad will bring you the lace-edged velvet-lined macho man of your strange little dreams, but let’s be realistic. It’s more likely to bring you a fair range of time wasters, fakes and nutters. Be careful is what I’m saying, or you’ll end up hurt and I don’t mean in the cosy idealistic way you fantasise about.”

“So young and yet so cynical.”

“I’m sensible. What you’re doing is risky. Face it, most blokes who graze through free contact sites like this do so with a hard on and what they’re seeking is relief in the form of a fumble, a suck and a fuck, not lifelong love. MEETME should be renamed MEATME. You don’t get genuine dates from sites like this, Dee. You get the clap from people addicted to casual sex.”

“Honestly, Si. You have no romance in your soul. Look what it says. It says the love of my life could be just an email away.”

“I don’t think it’s referring to you personally. You’ll be better off joining a proper gay dating agency with a paying membership of people who are looking for more than one off easy sex.”

“I already have, last week.”

“Really?” I was taken aback and a bit hurt, though it answered the question of his recent distraction. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. I’m sorry.”

“Have you had any responses?”


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