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The Corridor and other stories takes a thoughtful and intriguing look at the way power exchange features in the lives of different couples. From pathos to comedy this set has it all.
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Original Fiction by Fabian Black
A delightful set of gay romance stories featuring couples involved in power exchange relationships. For many couples discipline is an aspect of intimacy, it enhances and strenthens their relationship and serves emotional and psychological needs as well as physical needs. However, such lifestyles are not always easy. Sometimes you just want to do what you want to do and damn the rules, especially at times of stress and unhappiness.
In the first story, Phin finds life difficult to deal with when his partner Adam refuses to excuse his actions or bend the rules in his favour. Personal tragedy then further strains things between them, leading Adam to ponder whether discipline is an appropriate course of action.
The Title story ‘The Corridor’ is a powerful story that details one man's psychological need for discipline. Mark has a personality that often leads him to make decisions that aren’t always wise or healthy. He and his partner Gary have an agreed way of dealing with things that affect Mark’s well being.
In the final story a cat named Pride narrates a comic tale of jealous rivalry in the hairdressing world. Pride’s wry observations give the reader an insight into the relationship of his owners, Russell and Liam.
This is an eloquent, thought provoking and thoroughly entertaining collection of stories.
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Excerpt
The flowers were numerous and beautiful, but somehow threatening, their combined scents hanging on the air like a prophecy of things to come. Sitting on the edge of his chair, hands tightly clasped between his knees, Adam stared hard at the floor concentrating on keeping his thoughts in check. He needed to get through this day before other days and their awful possibilities could be taken into account. There was no sound in the room. A few attempts at conversation had been made and abandoned. Silence reigned, silence and the sad sickly stench of funeral flowers.
Adam’s tie felt like a tourniquet around his neck. His fingers reached compulsively to drag the knot loose, but a hand intercepted his and pushed it back to his lap. He gave a facsimile of a smile; usually he was the one doing the intercepting when it came to ties and knots. Phin loathed wearing a tie.
“They’re here.”
An anonymous voice shattered the tense silence and the atmosphere deepened further as the tall, dark-suited men from the funeral directors stepped into the room, bringing with them an air of finality. They looked to Adam for permission to proceed, he managed a nod and then sat mesmerised, as the oak lid with its brief inscription and poignant desire that the enclosed should rest in peace, was placed reverently over the occupant and screwed down. He felt a chill sweep over him, as if he’d been doused in iced water, tremors racked his body. This was it, the last stage.
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