“I had a compelling need to know, maybe it was because I was facing my forty something birthday, I don’t know. But if there were any way to get in touch, find something out about where we go when we die.”
Kate and her former, fifteen year younger lover, embark on a drug induced journey in the foothills of the San Jacinto mountains to grieve their friend Tom’s death. Kate feels the sexual tension as strong as ever between them, but refuses to make a move. Instead she teases him, challenging him to pursue her. Jared is more than ready for the chase.
A night hike intensifies the drugs and the attraction as they rediscover their saucy chemistry in a series of hallucinations and conversations. When they see the shadow looming at their campsite, the line between reality and fantasy becomes increasingly blurry.
An other worldly encounter ensues. Kate is electrified as she watches the phantom of Tom get extra close and personal with Jared. Invited in, she joins the phantom and her ex-lover in a mystical menage that will certainly leave you with chills.
This story is for mature over 18 audiences only as the chilling tale contains graphic depictions of MMF menage erotica.
Targeted Age Group:: 18+ Mature audiences only
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
I recently had a friend taken from this earth way too early. The event really got me thinking about my own and the people I love and the fact that we all die. In conversations with his widow, she has found peace in knowing where he is there is no pain, mental or physical.
I would love to see this friend again, this story allowed me to, in my imagination.
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
Started with real people and grew the characters organically from there. That is the hard part about writing all the time, your real life creeps in. But the characters in the story never end up like the actual people. It is like they are the seeds and I can grow them into whatever plant, tree, or flower I want.
“I could really only share this thought with you.” I smiled slyly.
Jared cocked his head searching my eyes like he always did. He always looked to me for the answer, probably why I liked him so much. He trusted my brand of crazy.
“What do you think happens when we kick it?” I transferred my pill of lovely from one hand to the other. “Like where do you think Tom is now?”
“Fuck I don’t know. Shouldn’t we just take the Jeffrey – things could become more clear.”
I giggled pulling my knees to my chest. He was right. Answers to questions like that only made sense when you were fucked up.
“I just think it would be so cool to try to touch base with the other side, you know?” I held the pill between my index and thumb finger.
“Well shit then already, here is the deal. We will take our respective Jeffreies with the thought upon our hearts, getting in touch with Tom.” Jared popped the pill in his mouth following it with a swig of beer.
“I’m in.” I joined him with the feeling in my heart of the last time I put my arms around Tom’s neck, a kiss of greeting on my lips.
Everything seemed normal. It was just fine, of course. I looked about the room. We had dropped about thirty minutes earlier, each of us on the ‘look out’ for the tell tale signs of he drugs first interaction with the mind. The first traces always difficult to detect. Then I felt it. A warmness radiated toward me. I saw that Jared had fallen to his knees in front of me. Staring at me with his endless green eyes. Curious eyes really, they were innocent and gravely dangerous at the same time. A boy/man, he never understood how regular people live.
“What?” I smiled down at him as his hands covered my knees.
He smiled. “I knew we would always be friends.”
“We made sleeping together contingent on it you asshole.” He was making me a little nervous.
“Yah but everyone says that.”
“I meant it.”
“That is the difference.”
We hugged for a long time, feeling the other person breath.
“So where should we go?” His voice sounded far away but I could feel his breath on my neck.
“Yeah, I mean, Tom, never sat still. If we are going to find him we have to look.”
“What do you have in mind?”
Jared rubbed his chin. “Remember South Ridge?”
Pictures starting replacing thoughts in my head and I saw Jared and I on our first hike together up a side of a very hot mountain. A little used trail in Idyllwild because the blazing sun was on you the whole way. On top of the heat factor, there was an elevation gain of 4,000 feet over three miles. This trek was not for sissies. The gift was that in that short three miles you could be at the top, 8000 feet, give or take, where a fire station stood on stilts. Generally deserted, the fire station deck was a great place to have a picnic.
“How could I forget? That big boulder out on the ridge line,“ I mused.
“I never thought sex on a rock could be so exciting.”
“You think Tom would meet us there?” I crinkled my nose. We sounded crazy.
“Maybe if we asked.”
“You want to go now?”
“Let’s do it.”
About the Author:
Sol Serano is a fictitious name for the author who loves to write about humans carnally connecting around a set of unusual circumstances. But no, the person behind the name, has never participated in a gay, male, three way, or had sex in a run down video store. Ms. Sol Serano however has. Being fictitious, she gets to have all the fun.
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