Santiago writes gay romance with tasteful erotic scenes, and a weekly series on WordPress titled "Something Like Fate." He meets a friendly new fan in the comment section of his latest blog post, a reviewer of hardcore gay erotica with kinky and taboo themes. At first Santiago is turned off by the vulgar reviews, questionable themes, and porn retweets that make the reviewer seem like an oversexed horndog. Santiago's a Christian with traditional morals, and he prefers sex scenes to be implied and not explicit. However, he realizes he shouldn't judge and decides to give the reviewer a chance.<br><br>They start chatting privately on Twitter and connect so well, Santiago is intrigued by this mysterious man named Gary. Their newfound connection quickly evolves into a long-distance friendship, which then becomes something that causes their feelings for each other to grow more intensely than they’re prepared for in a matter of days.<br><br>During a steamy video chat, Gary reveals he lives a kinky lifestyle as a Dominant, and only a submissive can satisfy his relationship needs. He won't have it any other way. Santiago wonders if he wants to ignore his morals and get involved in a Dominant/submissive relationship. Can they make it work? Is Santiago willing to change his life for someone he barely knows?

#SomethingLikeFate

Except I still felt another hole in my heart, a bigger one, and that was because Gary wasn’t there to patch it up. Where was he those days? He should’ve been pushing sixty already, and assuming he was still alive, did he ever think about me from time to time?


I decided to drive downtown as I frequently did, but instead of stopping to look at my old apartment as usual, I was in the mood to take a stroll along the Detroit Riverwalk. Parking was always tedious and often not cheap just about anywhere in downtown, but that was okay. I needed some air from all the emotions building up inside of me.


After finding and paying for a parking spot, I walked a good distance under the hot sun until I reached the Riverwalk. I leaned against the metal rail, plenty of people walking, jogging, and biking past me at random. I cast my eyes at the Detroit River and downtown Windsor in Canada on the other side, and I tried to smile but managed to lift only one corner of my mouth.


Chapter 32