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A Fairy Tale with a Message of Hope: Princess Matilda's Miracle

Princess Matilda's Miracle by Suzie Jay
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

What a beautiful story of hope. It's a lovely fairy tale with a real-life twist- cancer. The message in this story-pool our resources and fight together- is powerful and relevant. We all know someone fighting this fight. Pool our resources and fight together, and with a little luck, we'll banish that black cloud of cancer. What more could we want?

Such a sweet story with stunning illustrations. An excellent book.

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Another Book Launch: Landscaper in Paradise by Robin Stone

The Landscaper Series is another Patient Lee favorite!
The fourth and final installment in the Landscaper series launched today, and Patient Lee is reading it right now!

Details:Title: Landscaper in Paradise, Book 4 in The Landscaper SeriesRelease Date: July 26, 2016Genre: Erotica (bisexual- lots of M/M lovin')Heat Level: Hot!Word Count: 26,000Author: Robin StoneCover Design: Kim Killion, The Killion GroupLandscaper in Paradise on Amazon: http://bit.ly/LandscaperinParadise
What's it about? The Landscaper Series is a set of books about a landscaper named Kyle who has a hot fling with his customer, Tracy…while her husband Eric watches. When Eric asks to join them, the threesome start falling for each other. The relationship is tumultuous at times, but Kyle, Tracy, and Eric learn to work out their differences and have a sexy ever after.
Landscaper in Paradise is the fourth and final book in The Landscaper Series.
He bared his soul...and they gave him paradise.
Kyle’s addicted to the mind-blowing sex he has with Tracy and Eric Dawson, spending nights in their bed and weekends in their guest house. He’s no longer the hired help, but an equal partner in the relationship.
Kyle joins the Dawsons on their winter vacation to Hawaii. He learns more about their past, and the threesome find new heights of pleasure in the sultry setting.
But when Tracy bursts into tears and Eric shares his doubts about the relationship, Kyle is thrown into a tailspin. Can they resolve their differences and stay together forever?
Patient Lee's ReviewsPatient Lee has reviewed all three books in the series. Here are the reviews:



Book 1: The LandscaperBook 2: Landscaper in LustBook 3: Landscaper in Love

 Who is Robin Stone?
Stone writes about sexy handyman heroes who work with their hands and the women who lust after them. Her imagination is filled with delivery men, landscapers, and carpenters. Don't worry, ladies, there's enough to go around!
Robin Stone lives near Boston and likes reading, travel, and eating good chocolate. She love hearing from her readers.
Author Contact:  Buy link at Amazon: http://bit.ly/LandscaperinParadise Buy link at iTunes: http://bit.ly/LandscaperinParadiseiBooks Buy link at Nook: http://bit.ly/LandscaperinParadiseBNsite: www.robin-stone.netAmazon Author Page: http://bit.ly/AmazonPageRobinStoneTwitter: @RobinStoneBooksFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/RobinStoneBooksGoodreads Author Page: https://www.goodreads.com/RobinStoneBooksGoodreads Book Link: http://bit.ly/LiParadiseGoodreads
How 'Bout a Dirty Excerpt?  We made quick work of getting naked and climbing into Tracy and Eric’s bed. Eric lay beside Tracy and gave her a soft, slow kiss that made my mouth water. They took their time, making little noises and stroking each other’s skin. “Hey,” I said. Eric beckoned me. I leaned over Tracy and kissed Eric hard, tasting Tracy on his lips. She slid her arms around our backs, watching us kiss. Eric teased me, brushing his lips against mine, but not letting my tongue in. Heat built between us, and Tracy’s breathing grew louder. I bumped against Tracy in my eagerness to devour Eric, but he pulled away, leaving me breathless. “I’m not finished,” I said. “You are for now.” He kissed his wife, cupping her breast with his big hand. I leaned over and kissed my way down Tracy’s body, leaving a trail of wetness on her stomach, pussy, and thighs. Her legs slid open, and I settled between them. I breathed in Tracy’s musk and kissed her thighs. I loved driving her crazy, kissing and sucking and giving her pleasure while Eric watched. I dipped my tongue inside her and found wetness. Tracy put her hand on my head, grinding against my mouth. I slid my hands beneath her ass, grabbed tight, and dove in. I licked her nice and slow, starting at her opening and sliding my tongue up to her clit. Eric kept stroking her breasts. “You like the way he licks you,” he murmured. “Don’t you, baby?” “Yes!” Tracy’s pussy gushed, and I lapped it up. She got so friggin’ wet when Eric talked dirty. I added a finger, and her hips rose off the bed. “He licks you better than me,” Eric said. “No,” she said. “He fucks you better, too.” I started pumping my finger slowly in and out, fascinated by their love-talk. A new gush of fluid dripped down my chin. Her thigh muscles tightened, and she thrust her pelvis against my face. Eric was pinching one nipple and sucking the other. The pleasure combination sent her over the edge, and a few seconds later she came, bucking against my face and crying out. I kept pumping my finger in and out as I lapped her clit. She let out a loud wail, and a spray of fluid went down my throat. The first squirt of vacation! A triumph.

July 26: Rannigan's Redemption Box Set

Pandora Spocks is launching her Rannigan's Redemption Box Set today! Patient Lee LOVES the Rannigan books, and now you can get them all in one box set.

Details:Title: Rannigan’s Redemption Release Date: July 26, 2016Genres: Erotic RomanceHeat Level: Erotic Word count: 170, 376Author: Pandora SpocksCover Design: Eeva Lancaster, The Book Khaleesi Rannigan’s Redemption on Amazon: http://amzn.to/291BvNl
What's it about? Rannigan’s Redemption is the story of the complicated relationship between sexy high-profile Manhattan attorney Michael Rannigan and sassy red-haired fellow lawyer Maggie Flynn. 
Michael and Maggie meet at a job fair, where he hires her practically on the spot.  She’s smart and good her job.  But there’s more to it than he’s willing to admit.  He’s attracted to her.  Which doesn’t make sense.  She’s nothing like the women he dates.  She’s way too smart, for one thing. 
And Maggie’s in love with him, too.  Realizing the situation is all but hopeless, she contents herself with working with him.

One night tears them apart.  And from that point they’re both just running rogue, each making questionable decisions in their professional and personal lives. 
A moment of desperation brings them back together.  After Michael has burned all his bridges, Maggie’s the only one willing to stand by him.

And he’s grateful.  He knows he needs to make it up to her, to somehow find redemption for himself. 
Although Rannigan’s Redemption was intended to be one book, this story was too long and covers nearly ten years of Michael’s and Maggie’s lives, so it was originally released as three separate novels.

This boxed set includes all three Rannigan’s Redemption novels: Resisting Risk, Running Rogue, and Ransoming Redemption.

Patient Lee's ReviewsPatient Lee has reviewed all three books in the series. Here are the reviews:

Book 1: Resisting Risk
Book 2: Running Rogue
Book 3: Ransoming Redemption

 Who is Pandora Spocks? Pandora Spocks is a hopeless romantic and lives her happily ever after in South Florida with her loving Sir, one large German shepherd, and two normal-sized cats. She aspires to own chickens and a giraffe.

Pandora has had stories pinballing around in her head for years. At one point, she spent hours daydreaming in Mrs. Howe's ninth grade algebra class. She didn't learn much algebra, but she had some really good ideas. Recently she decided to try her hand at sharing those stories with others.

She enjoys reading and writing literary erotic fiction. She is the author of smart, sexy adventure novel Luke & Bella: Two Streets Over and the naughty romantic novella Just One Night.

Pandora is currently at work on her next spicy romance.

Author Contact:  Buy link at Amazon: http://amzn.to/291BvNl Buy link at iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/id1128559257Buy link at Nook: http://bit.ly/291eOIDWeb site: https://PandoraSpocksAuthor.com/Amazon Author Page: http://amzn.to/1JDOuUTTwitter: @PandoraSpocksWPFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/PandoraSpocksAuthor/Tumblr: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/pandoraspocksworldGoodreads Author Page: http://bit.ly/1RDv2Ko Goodreads Book Link: http://bit.ly/29kZvuD
How 'Bout a Dirty Excerpt?  One night in late January, Michael attended a black-tie gala at the Met.  His date Kimberley had cancelled at the last minute, suddenly called out of town for an emergency photo shoot.  She was replacing someone who’d dropped out sick.  
He rolled his eyes.  Because God knows we need more swimsuit photos, he thought irritably.  On the other hand, flying solo tonight might not be the worst thing in the world.  He glanced around at scores of beautiful women draped in designer gowns.  I’m always up for something new.
He made his way to the bar where he ordered a bourbon.  “Make mine a dirty martini,” said a smoky female voice to his right.  He glanced over to see a stunning blonde in a sparkling strapless black gown with a deep plunging neckline showcasing stellar tits and a slit up the left side revealing an exquisite leg.
Michael smiled slyly and said, “You know what they say about women who order dirty martinis.”
The woman glanced at him sideways.  “No.  What do they say?” she challenged.
“They say that women who order dirty martinis are enchanting, gorgeous, and intelligent.”  He grinned playfully. “I’m Michael Rannigan.”
The woman laughed.  “Well, Michael Rannigan, I see that you’re blessed with the gift of gab.  I’m Alexis Bennett.”
“Nice to meet you, Alexis Bennett.  Tell me, are you here with your husband?  Boyfriend?  Lesbian lover?”  He gave his best mischievous smirk.
She laughed again.  “You are shameless,” she said shaking her head.  “No, sadly, they all stayed home.  I’m here by myself tonight.”
“We can’t have that, can we?” he grinned.  “Where is your table?”
Alexis pointed to the far side of the room.  “I’m at 17.”
Michael shook his head.  “That will never do.  You’re at the wrong table.”
She frowned.  “Which is the right table?”
“Mine, of course, number 5.  I’ll have the situation remedied immediately,” he said.  “Believe you me, heads will roll.”
Throughout dinner Michael kept up the charm and Alexis seemed to enjoy his company.  As they chatted, she revealed that she was a talent agent representing many prominent news personalities and she seemed interested in the fact that Michael was an attorney.
After dinner, they skipped out on the rest of the festivities in favor of heading to Michael’s place for drinks.  Behind his bar mixing a martini for her and pouring a bourbon for himself, Michael regaled Alexis with stories from his years in court, embellishing here and there for effect.  She laughed in the appropriate places as she perched on a bar stool across from him.  His eyes were drawn to her mesmerizing cleavage and to the shapely left leg obligingly revealed by the slit in her gown.
“Are you going to keep undressing me with your eyes all night, or are you going to man up?” she asked as she drained her glass.
Michael grinned mischievously.  “I’m something of a voyeur,” he said.  “How about you undress while I watch?”  He sauntered over to the couch and took a seat, crossing his ankle over his knee and resting his arms on the back.
Alexis slid off the stool and stood in the middle of the living room.  Giving him a sly look, she reached under her left arm and unzipped the Elie Saab gown and let it slide down and pool around her black Christian Louboutins.  
She reminds me of Veronica, Michael thought.  They could almost be sisters.  His cock responded instantly to that thought.
He smiled appreciatively at her black lace bustier with garters holding up sheer black stockings.  A tiny black thong completed the ensemble.   His eyes traveled back up to the creamy mounds bursting from the top of the overextended lace.  He hooked a finger toward her in a ‘come hither’ motion.
She walked over and straddled him, pressing her lips to his.  He’d waited as long as he could to get his hands on her glorious tits.  A sharp tug allowed them to spill out over the top of the bustier and he gathered them up in his hands, hefting their weight and brushing across the sharp pink nubs with his thumbs.
Alexis, for her part, began to grind his erection with her sex, moaning lightly as his member responded favorably to her movements.  As he took her left tit into his mouth, she moved her hands down to undo his pants and release his rock-hard cock.  Shifting slightly, she pulled aside the thong and slid him into her, tossing back her head as he filled her wet and needy core.  Her movements began in earnest as she rode him feverishly.  Michael moved his hips in harmony with hers and felt his release begin to build.
He wrapped his arms around her waist and gripped her tightly as he stood, laying her on the coffee table and beginning to fuck her in earnest.  “Oh, baby, you feel so good,” he cooed into her ear.  Her heightened cries announced her imminent climax and he felt his own release pulsing in conjunction with the clenching of her sex.  The sensation of ecstasy washed over him as his essence poured out.
He held himself over her for a moment, panting to catch his breath, before he kissed her lightly on the forehead and removed himself from her.

Review: The Biker Next Door

The Biker Next Door by G.S. Bailey
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

This is a super hot little story with a lot of sexy action. G.S. Bailey can write erotica that gets the blood pumping, but there's always an underlying story, propelling the reader to the end. In this one, you won't see the end coming. Just when you think it's just a simple romantic fling, there's so much more.

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Wizarding Protection Program (Wizarding Protection Program Series Book 1) by J.B. Taylor

Please Support This Book by J.B. Taylor Now available on Amazon!Click here to purchase.  Synopsis Christine is an actress, a breakout star in truth. She never believed in wizards. She never knew of the darkest wizard ever to have existed … Mortem. But Mortem knows of her. Christine is the sole survivor of his assassination of two wizarding journalists that resulted in a destroyed café and many dead civilians. Fearful her rising celebrity will bring his great plan to take over the wizarding world into the consciousness of the public he seeks her out, and Christine is forced on the run.

Five Star Amazon Review by User K.D.
This wizarding short story was not only wonderful but brilliant!
J.B. Taylor's take on wizard wands is quite unique and left me wanting to know more and the action and suspense kept me on the edge of my seat. I've read a couple of J.B.'s shorts now and can honestly say he is a master of creating depth and intriguing story-lines within a couple of pages, reminiscent of the much anticipated penny dreadfuls of old. I can't wait for the next installment of the Wizarding Protection Program! 

About the AuthorJ.B Taylor was born in Indiana where he still resides with his rescued Henry, Bo, and Rocky. He is the author of numerous short stories and has a collection of all new shorts due out later this year.
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Dirty Excerpt: Collared in the Temple of Dendur

The Temple of Dendur Exhibit: Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York City
I wrote this story for a writer friend, Shea Mara (shea_blue on Literotica) who writes light BDSM- heavy on the D/s, light on the B/D and the S/M. Her BDSM stories often feature sex in a hotel lobby or a Starbucks bathroom. Shea's avatar on Literotica is a blue scarab.

When I was in high school, an Egyptian man who worked with my mother gave her a scarab carved from some kind of blue stone. He said it was for luck. We had no idea if it was luck or a curse, and the Internet was ten years away at that point. When I started writing the story, I thought about that blue scarab, which led me to setting the story of public sex in the Temple of Dendur exhibit at the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York City. I'd been there with a group of foreign language teachers in 2002, and combined with what I could look at online, I think it worked.

Here's a dirty excerpt: 

The couple in the temple with us spoke a language I didn't recognize, and I felt as though they stood right behind us, waiting their turn to see what was etched on the wall where we stood. They must have assumed that they'd find some important treasure there if this professor was giving private lessons to his conscientious student, who was writing each word with loving care. I gave a quiet sigh of relief when I realized that they probably didn't understand what Ammon said. I saw them leave out of the corner of my eye.He slipped his fingers between my lips, into my cunt. "Dripping wet, love. You want this, don't you?" I nodded silently, and he moved his fingers to my clit. I fought to stay still, to wait for his attention to the erect nub. My pussy burned with the need to come, but I wouldn't until he said it was time. That was our agreement. My hips wanted to move, but I stood as still as the replica of the Sphinx next to the temple, waiting for his instruction.Instead, he moved his finger back to my opening, and pushed two fingers inside me, his fingertips brushing my G-spot. I craved movement, but I remained in place, screaming silently in my head, "Oh my god, just rub my fucking clit." After six months of his training, I knew. The anticipation made the orgasm hotter and sweeter. It would be worth the wait.He pulled his fingers out of me and placed them against my mouth. "Taste yourself, love," he said, not bothering to whisper. We were alone in the temple for a moment. I parted my lips and sucked his fingers into my mouth. He spread his fingers so that one went to each side of my mouth, and I could taste the salty flavor of my own cunt spreading across my tongue. I licked them clean, sucking on them, trying to drive him to fuck me. "Take your folio in your left hand. Leave it open. Take your right hand and put it between your legs," he said, still in a tone loud enough for other visitors to hear. "Good girl. Don't move your fingers yet." I was worried about my skirt being lifted in the front, but his large frame hid my body from the tourists that popped their heads around the corner to see what was in the temple. The museum would be closing in forty-five minutes. They didn't have time to linger in the ancient structure.I was overcome with lust. I needed to come, and I couldn't stand still much longer. My nipples were so hard they ached, and my clit throbbed against my fingers, harder and harder, the swollen nub ready to explode. My arm was tiring from holding the folio up for so long. He finally took it from my hand and held it, making sure it hid the raised front of my skirt.

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Another Dirty Excerpt: Gay Greenhorn on the F/V Lost Agnes

Gay Greenhorn on the F/V Lost Agnes
 Of all the stories I've written, I'm pretty sure this one is my best. I wrote it for the 4th Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge on Literotica's Author's Hangout.




The challenge was to write a story based on one of four songs. I chose Midnight Train to Georgia by Gladys Knight and the Pips. "LA was too much for the man." I don't know what steps my brain took, but within minutes, I knew that my story would be about a different "LA" altogether. The same lure of fortune as Los Angeles, and just as tough for a newbie to handle.

My LA is a crab boat. The Lost Agnes. Don't know where I came up with it, but it worked later on in the story. Just like the song, two people fall in love. One is comfortable with LA, the other fails miserably, forcing both lovers to choose the life they know or the one they love.

I flirted with the idea of a woman on a crab boat, but it would open a whole other can of worms, which Deadliest Catch was already tackling. Eliminating the woman was easy. All I had to do was write in a category I hadn't written before: Gay Male.

So I did it. And I won the contest. The prize was a virtual trophy, nothing more, but because the names of the authors were not revealed until the winner was revealed, the stories were judged by merit, rather than popularity of the author. It's my most satisfying contest win, and probably the best writing I've done so far.



And here's your dirty excerpt:

Greenhorn made the first move. He sat next to me on my bunk and put his hands in my hair. He slid them into my beard and pulled me toward him. I opened my mouth before his lips touched mine, and I slipped my arm around his shoulders. I ran my other palm along his stubble like I wanted to that first time we sat in this room talkin'. I smiled because it tickled, but kept kissin' him anyway."Okay," I whispered between kisses. "Maybe just a little kissin'."He moaned into my mouth and dropped one hand into my lap. I gasped when I felt his hand wrap around my cock. I was wearing loose sweats to sleep in, and he got a good grip right from the start. After three or four pumps of his fist, I could feel the wet spot on my pants from the pre-cum.  He slipped his hand into my pants, and I swore that I was gonna shoot right there when his smooth palm slid down the length of me. I moaned and adjusted my hips so that I could pull my sweats down around my ankles. His hand was as soft as it looked. Not calloused, like mine.  Carson got to his knees in front of me. I wanted to stop him. I had to tell him it was a bad idea. That we'd both get thrown off the boat if anybody walked in and saw us. I couldn't make my mouth form the words in time though. His blue eyes looked up at me, and alls I could do was put my hands in his hair and hope the guys were still sittin' at the table in the bar, gettin' plastered and startin' a fight. He smiled around my cock and started to blow me.At first, he just sucked, letting his head bob into my lap. I forgot how warm and wet a mouth felt on my cock. Then he licked up and down my shaft, over and over while he sucked me. I shuddered. I knew I wouldn't be able to hold out long. Over a fuckin' year. It'd just been too long since the last time my dick was in somebody's mouth.  He was a good cocksucker. Skilled for a young guy. He could take me all the way to the back of his mouth, and still stick out his tongue to lick my balls. His hands caressed my thighs and my ass cheeks while his tongue traced circles around the mushroom at the top.  My hips bucked, and I mussed his hair up while I held onto his head. I pumped in time with his suction, and my balls tightened up.  "Oh, my god, kid," I said, trying to be quiet. "I ain't gonna last much longer."I was groanin' while I was talkin', and at that moment, I didn't give a fuck who knew. I needed to blow, and I was gonna do it right in the greenhorn's mouth."Oh, man. Here it comes. I'm gonna come!" I said that way too loud, but I couldn't help it. His mouth was so warm, and his tongue knew just how to pull the cum out of my dick. "Ung. Fuck. Ohmygod. Don't stop. Ohmygod."I held onto his head until my dick stopped twitchin', and he’d sucked the last drop outta my nuts. I ruffled his hair again, and finally relaxed. I watched my cock slide out from between his lips. "Oh, man. You are good at that," I said as I tried to get up to fix myself. "C'mon. Hurry. It's your turn. Get those pants down before they get back," I said, pullin' myself off the bunk. He was grinnin' like a fool as he got to his feet.He slipped his pants down to his knees, and I smiled when I saw that he was uncut. I'd had a coupla guys before who were uncircumcised, and they were a treat. I loved to play with the foreskin, pullin' it with my lips and tickling the super-sensitive head underneath all that skin with my tongue.  I knelt in front of him and took his cock in my hand. Like the rest of him, it was big. I took a second to look at his equipment. He was long enough to have a couple inches stickin' out from my fist and thick enough that my fingers just barely met around him. Veins lined his shaft, and the dark-red helmet that poked out from his foreskin made my mouth water. His pubes were a tangled mess all around his cock and coverin' his balls and thighs. He was every bit the lumberjack I was hopin' for.I stuck out my tongue and dipped into his piss-slit to take a taste of his pre-cum. That's my favorite part of givin' head—the salty taste of the pre-cum. I let it coat my tongue before I slid his cock into my mouth and closed my lips around him. As I pulled back, I felt his veins against my lips and tongue, and I felt my cock starting to harden again.  "Holy shit, kid," I mumbled with my mouth full of his rigid organ. "You're so fuckin' hot."I cupped his balls with my hand. They were large and hung low from his body, like an animal. I imagined how it would feel to have them slappin' against me as he fucked me from the back, and I shuddered.  "Suck me, man. Stop talking and suck my cock," he moaned. He stuck his fingers in my beard and pulled my hair. That drove me crazy.  I remembered that we were in a hurry, so I sucked and lashed the head of his cock with my tongue. I dug under the foreskin with my tongue, and licked him all the way around, swallowing pre-cum as fast as he dribbled it into my mouth.  I tried to take in his whole length, but he was too big. I gagged when he hit the back of my throat, but I didn't back off. I sucked the head before moving my lips about an inch down his cock. I gave it a good, hard suck and then moved down another inch. Then another and another until it filled my whole mouth.  My hand left his balls, and I slid both palms up the backs of his legs. I fondled the hard muscles in his legs and wondered if he got those from a workout routine or from plain, old hard work cuttin' wood. When my hands reached his buns, he shivered. I let my fingers trail between his cheeks, and I licked the head of his cock again.  "Oh, my god," he moaned as I sucked harder and rubbed my fingertip against his asshole. I traced lines on his balls and thighs with my other hand. He grabbed my beard with both hands and fucked my face."I'm gonna come. I'm so close," he moaned, almost incoherent.All of a sudden, we heard the bang of a passageway door being thrown open. I froze, but he held my head right against his groin. He pumped his hips into my face, not lettin' go until he'd dumped his load in my mouth.Three more thrusts was all it took. He threw his head back as his balls contracted, his cock pulsated against my tongue—spurt, spurt, spurt—while the guys thumped around upstairs. When I heard their boots on the metal stairs, I knew it was all over. They were gonna catch me with a dick in my mouth and make my life hell.Just when I thought they was gonna bust through the door, Carson pulled his cock out of my mouth and pulled his pants up. He climbed, up onto his bunk, trying to keep his secret too. I scrambled to get my pants up, turn off the light, get in bed, and close my eyes."Holy shit," he whispered with awe in his voice. "That was amazing.""Yeah," I whispered back. And nobody even opened the cabin door. 

 A Note About FAWC:
I dedicated this story to Slyc_Willie (A.K.A. Gabriel Daemon). Slyc created the Friendly Anonymous Authors’ Challenge (FAWC) on the Authors’ Hangout forum on Literotica.com. Each FAWC presented a different challenge.

FAWC 1 (I wasn't writing at the time this challenge took place) : Each of the stories in this challenge are centered around the common theme of the main character being an author who then experiences the erotic and/or unusual events he or she writes about. 

FAWC 2: Each story in this challenge is centered around a random determination of four "mystery ingredients."

FAWC 3: (Inspiration for this and all FAWC 3 stories was taken from a single picture, which can be found here.) 

FAWC 4 (Gay Greenhorn was the winner.):  This FAWC was based around the theme of music, with four songs given to choose from. "Written in Rock" by Rick Springfield, "Midnight Train to Georgia" by Gladys Knight and the Pips, by Sting, and 

FAWC 5: Every story for this FAWC begins with the exact same line. Where it goes from there is up to the author:  Upon the table lay three items: a handkerchief, a book, and a knife. 

FAWC 6: Authors based their story on a list of four items. Their choices included the following letters: S L Y C. Each item was used in the story. This FAWC was held in memory of Slyc_Willie, the originator of FAWC.  

I participated in five out of the six FAWCs, and they were some of the most fun writing experiences ever. I credit FAWC 2 to boosting my writing career at a time when I probably wouldn’t have had the passion to continue.

Slyc passed away suddenly in October of 2015, shocking the Authors’ Hangout community. Although I’ve moved on from the forum, I am currently participating in the FAWC 6 for Slyc challenge. Slyc made a significant impact on my writing career, and he was an all-around good guy and an amazing writer, especially in erotic horror. You should check out his books. (I recommend Shock Radio and Other Dark and Twisted Tales.)

Thanks for the FAWCking memories, Slyc. Rest in peace.

Dirty Excerpt: Come on Down by Patient Lee

New Book from Patient Lee
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For All Romance.




James and Caylin enjoy an evening of Netflix and chill with Happy Gilmore, but when James hears Bob Barker's voice, he flashes back to an evening with the guy down the street when they were eighteen. He knows he needs to experience sex with a man again, and Caylin has a plan to make it happen. 

Here's a dirty excerpt:

"I need him," Stefan growled, pulling the condom off and throwing it in the garbage. 

"Well, I have to pee," she said. Caylin ran to freshen up, leaving Stefan and me alone for a moment. I felt the urge to cover up, and I caught myself reaching for a pillow. I adjusted it under my head instead. Stefan lay down next to me and reached to kiss me. He pressed his body against mine and wrapped his hand around my back. I listened for the voice in my head to remind me how gay this was, but it was silent. 

His kisses were hard and aggressive, not soft like Caylin's. His stubble grazed my lips, thrilling me with its masculinity. This was nothing like kissing a woman. This was like a battle, but I couldn't tell if I wanted to win or lose. 

"I need you to fuck me," he muttered into the kiss. "There's condoms in the drawer over there." I grabbed one and put it on, still listening for the voice in my head to call me a fag. When it didn't, I smiled and kissed him again. He spread his legs, and I pushed them back to allow me access. A silly grin crossed my face as I lined my cock up against his asshole. There was little resistance as I pushed inside him. He'd done this plenty of times before. I fucked him slowly, reveling in the tightness of his ass and his cock sticking up in front of me. I jacked it while I fucked him, staring in his eyes the whole time. 

I didn't hear Caylin come back in until she whispered in my ear, "That is the hottest thing I've ever seen." 

She reached around and tweaked my nipples, flooding my brain with the memory of Rodney, just like last night. I wondered where he was and how I could find him. I could hear him in my head. "You want to. You know it." He was right. Not only did I want it, I wanted him. That pushed me right to the edge, and when Caylin pinched my nipples again, I erupted, spilling 30 years of need I didn't realize I had into a man I'd just met. 

And here's the inspiration for the story:


This story was a submission to the sixth Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge (FAWC) and a tribute to the founder of FAWC, slyc_willie, whom we lost unexpectedly in October, 2015. The true author of this story was kept anonymous until the end of the competition. Authors based their story on a list of four items. Their choices included the following letters: S L Y C. Each item was used in the story. There were no prizes given in this challenge; this was simply a friendly competition.

The list for this story included: (yearn, yarn, yodel, yacht)The story started with the yodel. I saw the list and thought, “How the fuck do I get yodelinginto a smutty story?” In my mind, I heard the music from the Cliffhanger game on The Price Is Right, and I went right to the image of a young man having an experience with another man. Then I heard Bob Barker in Happy Gilmoresaying, “That was not nice and easy.” That gave me the other piece of the puzzle: the trigger for the gay flashback. The rest of the story spun from there.
I didn’t win the FAWC 6 challenge (although, I did win FAWC 4 with Gay Greenhorn on the F/V Lost Agnes.) Simon el Gorza took home the virtual trophy for the FAWC. I did, however, win the 2015 Reader’s Choice award for the Chain Story category with this story. I hope you enjoy it.

Mostly Clean Excerpt from Collared in the Temple of Dendur

The night I met Ammon Fayed, he gave me what I thought was a small, blue rock. He hadn't introduced himself yet, so I was surprised and a little annoyed when he took my hand, palm up, and closed my fingers over the stone. He'd looked amused by the scowl on my face. That was six months ago at a party for my former linguistics professor's birthday.He didn't look amused tonight when I met him at the Metropolitan Museum of Art, right in front of the Temple of Dendur exhibit. The intensity of his glare sent a flurry of butterflies through my stomach, but I smiled and strode across the marble floor, my heels announcing my approach. His dark eyes appraised my outfit. The black flounce skirt lay flat around my hips, but flared at the bottom, allowing it to move while I walked. The black, three-quarter sleeved blazer I wore covered the black lace bralette beneath it, leaving more cleavage showing than I would have chosen myself. My hair was in a sleek chignon, exposing my bare neck. I wore no jewelry, as he'd instructed, except the blue Met button on my lapel to signify my having paid the suggested donation to enter.When I arrived in front of him, he took my hands and kissed me on the lips without speaking. His kiss was long and soft, with just a flick of his tongue over mine. My hands were cold and clammy against his warm fingers. I looked up, hoping to see him smile, but there was no crack in the intensity of his armor. Tonight was not about frivolity, and he wasn't going to indulge me.He led me by the hand to the entrance of the Temple of Dendur, steadying me on the stairs when my knees shook. I stopped briefly to look at the view of Central Park in the fading daylight. The large room was far from empty, but that was his plan.On that first night we met, I'd begun the day engaged to my high school sweetheart, even though I feared he could never make me happy. He was kind, intelligent, and well off, but he was a bore. We never went out. We had few friends. Every night of our relationship was a replay of the night before, bland food and dull sex.By nightfall, wanting adventure and a good, hard fuck, I was single. Before the party, I'd removed the half-carat diamond from my left hand and left it on my fiancé's nightstand. He knew it was over. He'd been avoiding me for days. I ended it without his input. Without his consent. It felt like freedom.At the party, I got drunk as quickly as I could, determined to celebrate my liberty from the shackles of boredom, from a decision I made when I was too young and inexperienced to know what I wanted, what I needed, what I craved. I celebrated. I danced wildly and sang out of key. I made toasts to people I didn't know. I told jokes that would have mortified my mother.And then Ammon Fayed placed the turquoise scarab in my hand, his dark eyes gleaming with mirth. When I realized that he'd given me a fake insect, I was tempted to throw it right at his face, but something in his expression stopped me. I allowed him to lead me outside onto the terrace where we talked for hours over bottles of Aquafina.Thirty-five years old, second-generation born in the United States, Egyptian scholar, professor of Arabic, tall, dark, and handsome. I did my best to sober up in a hurry to avoid looking like an imbecile. I was a twenty-four-year-old receptionist at headquarters of a major corporation on the Avenue of the Americas, watching my masters in linguistics go to waste before my eyes. If I hadn't been plastered, I would have wondered what this god of a man saw in me that made him spend the rest of the evening listening to my tale of woe, but when I woke up in his bed the morning after the party with his handprints emblazoned on my ass, it didn't matter.That he held my arm was the only sign that we were at the museum together once we broke our kiss. We didn't speak. I imagined that we looked more like colleagues than lovers. He carried a briefcase; I had a leather folio, perfect for note taking. Perhaps other museum visitors thought we were professor and student. Maybe boss and secretary. Certainly not two people about to fuck in the antechamber of the Temple of Dendur in New York's Metropolitan Museum of Art.I wanted to tell him that I was nervous. That maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all. What if someone saw us and knew what we were doing? What if a guard or a security camera caught sight of our lewd act in public? What if someone from his department saw us fucking in the museum exhibit? Wouldn't it damage his reputation? He had much more to lose than I. I was screaming these questions in my head, but I wouldn't make a sound without his permission. I had to be good and do what I was told, or he'd take my hand and march me right out of the museum. This was my fantasy, after all, and I had to earn its fulfillment.At least, I thought it was my fantasy. When we discussed it, my wrists and ankles were bound tightly to his bed. He was teasing me with a feather that looked like a cat toy, and by the time I spewed it, I would have said anything just to get him to fuck me and let me come. "I want you to fuck me in public." I surprised myself more than I surprised him. I didn't know I had an exhibitionist streak in me, simmering below the surface, and at first, I thought I was offering this adventure solely for him. Making him happy had become my greatest pleasure, and I found myself submitting to his sexual desires and then making them my own.Of course, being tied up probably had something to do with it as well.
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Dirty Excerpt from Mrs. Maitland's SAD Valentine

Her mouth enveloped the tip and she teased it with her tongue. He moaned again, and she moved her head down, taking him all the way to the back of her mouth. She pulled off his cock for a moment, “I forgot how good this tastes. It’s all over my mouth.” With a smile on her face, Judy dipped her head lower and licked his balls, eliciting a loud groan from her young lover.  “Oh, my god,” was all he could manage to say.  Her tongue continued up his shaft to the sensitive spot where it met the head. She collected some saliva and used it to flick her tongue back and forth on this spot with no friction. His hands went to her head, and she turned up the speed.  As she fellated him, she thought about the absurdness of the situation. Here she was at age forty-eight, giving him head like she was a horny teenager. She hadn’t had a cock in her mouth since her husband died. Her tongue did most of the work, licking around the head and down his shaft and back to tease the pre-cum out of his slit. When she took him all the way in again, she realized that his length was too much for her. Almost two inches of cock remained exposed. She took her fingers and wrapped them around the base of his cock.  She jerked, just a little bit, in time with the movements of her tongue. His hips bucked and his fingers twitched rhythmically in her hair. She could tell he was getting close, and she moaned on his cock to encourage him.  Brad couldn’t manage rational thought. The best he could do was grunt. He wanted to warn Judy, and give her the opportunity to move, but it was too late. “Ung . . . Coming . . . Ung . . .”Judy kept licking and jerking, and she braced herself to catch his cum. The base of his cock twitched against her fingers. She looked up at him, but his eyes were closed.  When the first spurt hit the roof of her mouth, she was almost overcome with emotion. It had been so long since she’d been with a man, and the salty-sour taste of cum flooded her with memories and hope for the future all at the same time. She sucked every drop and swallowed before she sat up. Tears rolled from her eyes.She crawled up next to Brad and put her head on the pillow. It was a long moment before Brad could do more than moan. He finally turned to look at Judy and saw her tears.  “What? Did I gag you? I’m sorry . . .”“No, sweetheart. I’m a little bit emotional. I haven’t done that in a long time,” she said.  “I wanted to warn you, but I couldn’t talk. I’m sorry,” he said.“Brad, stop saying that. It’s not about your cum. It’s about you. I’m so happy you’re here,” she said.“I’m happy I’m here too. I’m even happier now that I’ve had the most amazing blowjob of my life. I would not have guessed that you would do that.”“I was married for twenty-four years. Your generation didn’t invent the blowjob, you know. Robert was quite fond of oral sex, both giving and receiving. And yes. I swallow,” she added with a smile. 
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