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February 3, 2014
Heaven in Leather–Now Available
One of my older shorts, Heaven in Leather, is now available in a heavily revisited form on both Smashwords and Nook. The book has also ‘in processing’ at the Kindle store.
Here’s the blurb and cover.
A sexy motorbike rider clad in red leathers that hug her every curve. A young, perpetually horny narrator. What more do you need to know? A simple stroke story with a twist in the tail.
And here is a short excerpt.
Harsh spring light seeped into the room through the crack in the curtains, waking me from my dream. The same dream I’d been having off and on for the past several weeks, in fact. It featured this biker-chick who passed me on the way to work every morning—a vision of heaven in tight red leather, blonde hair flying behind her from under her equally red helmet. Although, to be honest, in the dream, she wasn’t wearing the leather for long. She kept the helmet on though.
Perhaps that was because I had a good idea of how curvaceous her body was, but had no idea what her face looked like. You see, I only ever saw her in the morning as she passed me. Generally I’d be stuck in traffic and she’d weave her way through it on that jet black bike of hers.
Black bike. Red leathers. Nice combination.
She lingered in my thoughts even as the dream faded.
Unconsciously, I reached down and wrapped my hand around the erection the dream had left me with and stroked it steadily. With my free hand, I fished a tissue out of the box on the bedside cabinet. After all, I didn’t really want to make a mess.
I pulled my foreskin back slowly, revealing the angry purple knob. It had been far too long since I’d sunk that fucker into a tight, warm cunt. Far, far too long.
I built up from a steady rhythm—wanking harder and faster until I could feel the orgasm building in my balls. Grunting from the sensation, I clenched my stomach muscles, tipped my head back and stopped stroking as jets of sticky white cum split my cock open and shot into the waiting tissue.
Then I relaxed, breathing hard but sated for the time being. An orgasm is simply the best way to start the day, even if it is self-induced.
But if I thought that having an early morning tug would quell my urges for the day, I was sadly mistaken. Young, horny and under-fucked, that was me.
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An hour later I sat in heavy traffic on the dual carriageway when that familiar sleek, black motorbike with the red rider overtook me. It was her. My Heaven in Leather. My dream girl. Literally.
I’ll admit that I’d always been fascinated with motorbikes, but never plucked up the courage to buy one. Guess that was the effect of all the scare-stories my mother filled my head with when I was younger.
But as best I could judge from the all too brief glimpses I got of it each morning, this looked like a fine machine. I have to be honest though, it was the vision in red atop it that always caught my eye. The one-piece suit hugged her curves and made my mouth water. And my cock hard.
She passed me every day, and every day I craned my neck to watch her weave in and out of the cars until she was out of sight and then images of just what I do to her if I ever got her out of that suit ran through my head for the rest of my journey to work.
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Like I said, I was horny that day. Hell, I was horny most days, but I was particularly horny that day. Maybe it was my time of the month. Do men get a time of the month? I don’t know. The point is, I couldn’t get the image of that biker chick out of my head. Those curves. That red leather. Those curves. That blonde hair. Those curves. That bike. Those curves…
It left me with an annoying erection that I did my best to conceal by trapping it in the waistband of my boxers. But I found myself unable to concentrate on anything and knew that eventually I’d have to do something about it. Obviously, I would have preferred to satisfy my needs with one of the girls working on the checkouts, but even if I had the authority to get them a few minutes break I’d have more likely been had up on harassment charges than gotten my end away. They were just a bunch of cock-teases, all of them. Even the old ones.
So instead, I hurried off the to the gents and prayed nobody would come in and catch me when I locked myself in a cubicle, took my cock in hand and beat-off like a mad-man. I thought it might take me a while to come, having already done so once that morning, but I shot off really quickly, and powerful, healthy spurts they were, too. It seemed that my gonads had a touch of the old spring fever.
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January 29, 2014
Wednesday Words – The NHS
Welcome to my new (and hopefully regular) Wednesday Words slot. However, whereas in its previous incarnation, Wednesday Words was a showcase for excerpts from my novels and a few other peoples novels too, this new version is my chance to get off my chest some of the stuff that annoys the f*&k out of me about the world we live in in the twenty-first century. And my first topic – the NHS, supposedly the pride of the country.
Now, cards on the table, this is today’s topic because of something that happened to me yesterday, and it’s a bit of a sore point so excuse me for ranting.
In general, I don’t have much use for the NHS for the simple reason that I’m a reasonably healthy and still relatively young man. But I do of course know people who use it, and on the whole, barring a few niggles here and there, their experience of the fine, highly trained healthcare professionals we have in this county has been pretty fantastic. So don’t get me wrong, I have no problem with our doctors and nurses. They are to be respected on both an individual and professional level.
Where I have a problem is accessing these wonderful healthcare experts. It’s the system I have a problem with.
Yesterday, I had to call our GP’s surgery to get an appointment for our daughter, who has been running a high temperature for a couple of days and has a nasty cough. Now, I accept this isn’t exactly a live or death emergency, but the little tyke has only just turned two and even though it’s my second child, I still worry and felt that getting the opinion of a trained professional was worthwhile if for nothing else than my (and my wife’s) peace of mind.
On calling, the phone was answered with a very curt “Can you hold please” (after I got through the recorded menus which seem mandatory whenever you phone any kind of organisation these days, of course), which I found to be, frankly, quite rude. Certainly, if I or any other member of the Management Team at work had heard one of our staff answering the call in this way we’d have pulled them up on it. Common curtsey doesn’t cost anything, especially when your job is client facing, regardless of how ‘stressed’ you are.
The client/customer is always right – isn’t that what they used to say?
Of course, “the customer is always right” applies when said customer is paying and may well withhold that payment if they don’t get the service they think they warrant. And I’m not paying to use the GPs surgery, am I? At least, not directly, I‘m not.
Anyway, after that curt greeting and five minutes on hold, I ask if it’s possible to see the doctor today as I’ve had to take the day off work to look after my daughter for the day already.
“Oh? No, I have nothing today. The next available appointment is Thursday at 8:50,” was the response. Two days away! Good job it wasn’t an actual emergency then, wasn’t it?
I asked for a “triage call back” instead – I don’t think I’d have even been offered that if I hadn’t asked - and about a quarter of an hour later, the staff nurse called me back, listened to my daughter’s symptoms and promptly told me I could see the doctor at the surgery in half an hour.
Really? You have appointments? But I thought there weren’t any until Thursday. That’s what I was told.
What a stupid arsed system that is. Here are all the hoops, jump through them please and then you can access the service THAT YOU’VE ALREAY PAID FOR WITH YOUR TAXES!
And I think that’s what annoys me the most here. They make it difficult to access the service to weed out the time wasters who use the service willy-nilly simply because it’s free.
Free at the Point of Use. The over-riding, most sacred principle of the National Health Service. I may be wrong, and feel free to correct me if I am, but I think that Britain’s NHS is the only one with that principle. Certainly in France, the only other Health System I’ve had experience of, you pay your doctor at the end of your consultation and claim the money back from the state afterwards. And it’s decent enough idea really. Free Health Care for All! How can that be a bad thing? Except it’s not “free” is it? It’s paid for by your taxes. It’s “free at the point of use” but you pay for it every single month out of your pay packet regardless of if you’ve used it that month or not.
Unless you’re on Benefits Street, of course, in which case you’re not paying taxes so you’re not paying for the Health Service at all. Then it really is free.
But there are problems with “Free at the Point of Use” and one of them is that because you’re not shelling out for it each time you use it, there’s no curbs on how much you can use it. It’s completely unregulated, which is why they put the roadblocks up to stop people woho don’t really need to see the doctor from taking up spaces required by those people that DO need to see a doctor.
And I for one think that that is the wrong. It’s wrong that I should have to explain to a receptionist and then again to a nurse why I deserve to access a service I’ve already paid for before I’m deemed worthy enough to access it. I think it’s wrong that people are allowed to book appointments “just in case they need them” and then either not turn up or cancel late, taking up space that someone who really needs the appointment.
So much about the NHS annoys me, and it’s not the care one receives – which in my experience has always been great. The doctors and nurses I’ve encountered over the years have always been kind and caring and helpful – as one should expect from those who choose to enter such a profession. But the system is messed up. The system needs sorting out. I have no problem with paying for a service I rarely use because I know it is used by people who desperately need it. I don’t begrudge my taxes funding the doctors and nurses of this county. I don’t begrudge contributing to the care of cancer patients and accident and emergency centres and heart operations and care of the elderly and disabled, and all those other great and worthy things the NHS does.
But I would like to see my GP on the rare occasions I need to, without having to give my whole medical history over the phone to someone who couldn’t even be bothered to say “Good Morning” when she first answered and then left me on hold for five minutes.
January 27, 2014
Monday Morning Flash– “Bathtime” (300 Words)
Natalie’s university accommodation dashed her hopes of escaping her prudish parents. She was staying in St. Sandrine’s, an all female hall of residence run by a strict matron.
One evening, four months into her course, Natalie finished an assignment and decided on a long soak in the bath, rather than sneaking out to the pub with her friends. The hall only had one bathroom and it was rare to find one of the two baths free. She locked herself in the cubicle and shaved her legs while she waited for the bath to fill. The walls separating the cubicles were thin and Natalie could hear the other bath being filled too. She considered calling out to her neighbour, but didn’t in case it was someone she didn’t know very well. She settled down for a relaxing soak instead.
As she lay, eyes half closed, and let the water’s warmth sooth her aching body, sounds started coming from the other cubicle again. Water sloshed and a woman moaned. Whoever was next door had smuggled in a man and was getting a right royal seeing to.
Lucky bitch, thought Natalie. Her nipples stiffened. She pinched them hard, stifled a moan and slid her other hand down her body to dip her fingers in her honey pot. The woman’s moans got louder, more urgent and Natalie’s fingers worked frantically. She was so horny she ached. In no time, she came and she couldn’t stifle her cries. The lovers next door must have heard. The sloshing of the water increased as he fucked her harder until they noisily came together.
Natalie took time to recover, then got out of the bath. She pulled on her robe and opened the door at the same time as the other woman.
“Oh, good evening, Matron. Have fun?”
January 24, 2014
“End of an Era” Or “Goodbye Trusty Workhorse”
Today is my last day with my trusty 407. Lovely car, best I’ve ever had. Never gave me any real trouble, she’s been a very loyal workhouse these past six years or so. But she’s got to go. She’s far, far too thirsty with today’s fuel prices. So she’s being traded in for a newer model.
Kind of.
What’s actually happening is that we’re trading in my 407, who only has a month of her MoT left and will need new tyres, brakes and possibly exhaust to get through the next one, I’m having Mrs Nobbs ‘old’ car and she’s getting the ‘new’ one.
In memory of my lovely car, and my last journey in her in a few hours time (aside from driving her to her destiny, which i don’t think counts) here are a few pictures I took this morning after parking up. Please excuse the fact that she needs a wash, she too hard a worker not to get dirty doing her job.
January 23, 2014
Making Changes & Calling for Submissions
Yesterday I spoke about my desire to ramp up this blog to something like it was back on blogger. To that end, I have imported all my old blogger posts into this site and have set myself the task of weeding out the bad ones, keeping the not-so-bad ones and categorising them all.
You may even notice now that if you point at the “Blog” option in the menu above, your presented with a list of categories. Now, I warn you that all posts are not properly categorised yet, and some may well be in the wrong categories, but it gives you an idea of what I’m heading for. Naturally, if you just click on the “Blog” option instead of one of the categories, you get the whole enchilada – all my posts, page after page of them. There are, in fact, now over 500 posts on the site.
Some of the categories you’ll notice are “Wednesday Words”, “Friday House Guest”, “Six Sentence Sunday” and “Monday Morning Flash”. These were carried over from the blogger site and I still think that those regular posts were a good idea. So right now I’m opening up the website again to guest posts and am right now calling for submissions.
I know that “Six Sentence Sunday” has officially closed, but that doesn’t stop me from posting a few sentences from my works every weekend now does it? But what about the other three?
“Monday Morning Flash” is just that. I’m offering to post a flash story – 300 words or less – here on my website along with any links out that would seem appropriate.
“Wednesday Words” was for excerpts from erotic romance novels and short stories – so if you’re looking for publicity and would like to post an extract from your book, hit me up and we’ll sort out a posting date.
And “Friday House Guests” had the chance to write about anything they liked (within reason), so if you’re interested in a guest post and have something interesting to say, let me know and we’ll see what we can do.
Either tweet me @marcnobbs, catch me on Facebook, or email me.
January 22, 2014
Easing Back into It
I’ll admit it’s been a tough few months. Work has gone mad, which in a lot of ways is good but it does mean I haven’t been able to find time to blog or write. I’m determined to change that.
If you look back at my ‘old’ blog, you’ll see that it wasn’t just about writing (or even just my writing) but covered all sorts of things. I’d like to get this blog back to that sort of situation. And using content management as I do, I think I should be able to organise the posts into different categories too. We’ll have to see how things pan out in that regard, but whatever happens to the structure of the pages, I do think I’d like to do more on things like current affairs, TV, film, culture etc. Just to shake things up a bit. I need to get back the blogging habit, because ultimately, blogging isn’t just good for the soul, it’s good for the writer in me too.
As for the writing front…
A Tortured Soul sits awaiting me to complete the first draft. And as soon as I feel I’m back in the swing from writing generally, I’ll get back to it. But in order to ‘write generally’ I’ve spent the past week or so editing and updating an older story ready for release on Amazon et al. That story is Heaven in Leather and the ‘original’ version is featured in the anthology “From Back in The Day”. That re-draft is pretty much done and I plan to push it out to the various stores this weekend.
I’m also toying with an idea for a new short story. More on that as and when it becomes anything more than an idea.
But my next ‘project’ is to give the ‘original’ version of Charlotte’s Secret a good going over to clean up any errors that may still be in the text, then I’m going to push that out as a Charlotte’s Secret-Ruthie’s Club Edition. I still hold a goal of rewriting the whole thing and release it as a Westmouth Edition.
Hopefully, by then, I’ll be tackling the end of A Tortured Soul. And the sooner I can get out, the happier I’ll be.
January 6, 2014
Humble Apologies
I’m going to have to apologise for my absence these past couple of months. I’ve had very little time spare time of late and, frankly, being Marc Nobbs comes second to spending time with my family when life gets hectic like this.
The issue has been, of course, work. Busy, busy, busy. Things have really picked up in the second half of 2013, which is good news for the firm but less good news for my Marc Nobbs persona.
And, if I’m being terribly honest, I don’t expect things to change anytime soon. If anything, things might get worse. The economy is really on the up and that’s a good thing, but it does leave me with less time to write unless I’m willing to sacrifice time with my wife and kids. Which I’m not. Sorry, but they come first.
So all schedules and deadlines are off the table for the time being. A Tortured Soul remains ‘nearly finished’. Tantalisingly close to being finished, in fact.
I’ll update you again as and when things change.
Thanks
Marc
October 5, 2013
Nearly There
Having finished another chapter, the twenty-fifth, I feel that I only have three more chapters to write to have finished the first draft of A Tortured Soul. That will probably bring the first draft in at between 115000 and 120000 words. And that’s not counting the prologue or epilogue which I will be the last things I write after reviewing the first draft and being satisfied that it’s ready for a final proof read before release.
I’m in what I shall call the ‘post-plot wind down’ phase of the book. That’s the bit where some of the loose ends are tied up and the situation is moved on to set things up for the third and (at this point I believe it to be) final book in the series.
If anything this is going to prove to be one of the most tricky parts to write. For example, in the chapter I’ve just finished, I can’t help but think that
it’s a bit of a lull after all the drama of the preceding chapters and
the timeline is a bit ‘rushed’.
In chapter 25 I’ve moved the story’s timeline about a month in the space of a few paragraphs – and changing some things for some characters significantly at the same time. But the changes are really quite ‘mundane’, if I can use that word, compared to what happened in the chapter before and I really didn’t want to spend anymore time than I had to talking about the housing market or decorating.
I mean, really, would you read that?
I don’t know, maybe in the review of the first draft I may find some way to flesh it out that keeps the reader engaged and develops some element of at least one of the characters personalities or back-story. But I doubt it.
I just hope that I don’t end up feeling this same way about the remaining three chapters that I’m still to write.
October 4, 2013
5-Star Review for “The Big Four Ohhh!”
Firstly, apologies for my absence these past couple of weeks. It’s been party conference season and although this blog is not and will never be a political mouthpiece for me, I do take a very keen interest in politics and the way our fine country is run. And these past couple of weeks I’ve known that if I were to write anything, I wouldn’t have been able help but start spouting off about the various issues rasied at the conferences.
So I thought it better to not write anything at all than risk offending anyone.
And I would have offended someone. Whenever anyone writes anything political, they end up offending someone.
But anyway, on to more important things – The Big Four Ohhh! has been given a 5-Star review on Smashwords. The review was by “Randy Rob”, and his comments include :
What a thoughtful birthday gift. This lucky lady got three big black cocks and a smaller but enthusiastic white one
and
Raunchy read without being dirty. Good BBC story.
You can read the review on the story’s Smashwords page. Just scroll down to the bottom.
