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April 17, 2014
A-Z Challenge: O is for Oxygen
(I seriously had nothing and I'm super exhausted...which apparently means you get a kinky little story! I haven't written in a while, so it feels good.
Warning: This story is about gay BDSM, specifically breath play. If you are not comfortable reading about that topic, please don't continue.
Also, this is completely unedited flash fiction. Please bear that in mind!)
He laid his hand on my throat, caressing and stroking in small circles until I relaxed beneath him. His fingers curled around my neck, not exerting any pressure, simply resting. His wrist was so close to my face that I could smell his skin. If I blew hard enough, I could ruffle the little hairs on his arm.
He noticed me doing this and grinned down at me. "I think that means you're ready."
I nodded, just a little. I still wasn't sure, but I wanted to try.
His fingers tightened and I gasped, my body struggling instinctively against the sudden lack of air. He loosened immediately, but didn't move his hand.
"All right?"
I took several deep breaths with my eyes closed, both to calm Jana Denardo myself and to regain the breath he had taken. When I opened my eyes again, he was looking down at me. I nodded, more firmly this time.
He tightened again, his hand large enough that his fingertips stretched past my ear, his thumb nearly at the other.
This time I knew what was coming. I could still breathe, shallowly, through my nose. I fought the urge to take deep, panicked breaths. I wanted to just ride it out. To see where he would take me.
The world got very quiet.
Everything stilled, but the beating of my heart in my ears, the slow, steady intake of breath. Exhale. The scent of his skin, and ohhhh, the way he held my vulnerability. I became aware of his other hand, rubbing slow, soothing circles on my shoulder and helping to prop him above me.
I wasn't sure how much time had passed before he loosened his grip. I smiled up at him, dreamily.
"You liked it." It wasn't a question.
I nodded, unable or unwilling to speak.
He slid further down my body and bent to kiss me. I kissed back, hungry and needy and fiercely hard where his jeans-covered ass rubbed my crotch.
"More?" he asked, his hand oh-so-innocently trailing between my legs.
"More."
Warning: This story is about gay BDSM, specifically breath play. If you are not comfortable reading about that topic, please don't continue.
Also, this is completely unedited flash fiction. Please bear that in mind!)
He laid his hand on my throat, caressing and stroking in small circles until I relaxed beneath him. His fingers curled around my neck, not exerting any pressure, simply resting. His wrist was so close to my face that I could smell his skin. If I blew hard enough, I could ruffle the little hairs on his arm.
He noticed me doing this and grinned down at me. "I think that means you're ready."
I nodded, just a little. I still wasn't sure, but I wanted to try.
His fingers tightened and I gasped, my body struggling instinctively against the sudden lack of air. He loosened immediately, but didn't move his hand.
"All right?"
I took several deep breaths with my eyes closed, both to calm Jana Denardo myself and to regain the breath he had taken. When I opened my eyes again, he was looking down at me. I nodded, more firmly this time.
He tightened again, his hand large enough that his fingertips stretched past my ear, his thumb nearly at the other.
This time I knew what was coming. I could still breathe, shallowly, through my nose. I fought the urge to take deep, panicked breaths. I wanted to just ride it out. To see where he would take me.
The world got very quiet.
Everything stilled, but the beating of my heart in my ears, the slow, steady intake of breath. Exhale. The scent of his skin, and ohhhh, the way he held my vulnerability. I became aware of his other hand, rubbing slow, soothing circles on my shoulder and helping to prop him above me.
I wasn't sure how much time had passed before he loosened his grip. I smiled up at him, dreamily.
"You liked it." It wasn't a question.
I nodded, unable or unwilling to speak.
He slid further down my body and bent to kiss me. I kissed back, hungry and needy and fiercely hard where his jeans-covered ass rubbed my crotch.
"More?" he asked, his hand oh-so-innocently trailing between my legs.
"More."
April 16, 2014
A-Z Challenge: N is for Night Out
I'll have been married five years in July (July 14th if we're being specific. We're big history nerds, okay?), but Night Out was my first story with an established relationship. I was really intrigued by the theme of the anthology--basically, take a message you might find on a candy heart and run with it--but it took me quite a while to flesh that out into a story:
Liam comes home from work to find only one conversation heart left in the candy bowl. His lover, Jason, produces the other candies and tells him that the heart left in the bowl is a Heisenberg's Uncertainty Principle clue. It says, “Bite Me”. The only other clue is that they’re going out for dinner. Normally Jason is terrible at keeping secrets, and he almost always cooks for them. Liam has no idea what Jason has planned.
Genres: M/M, BDSM, Contemporary
(Part of Torquere Press' Conversation Hearts anthology)
Read an Excerpt
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April 15, 2014
A-Z Challenge: M is for Meeting
My wife and I like to say that we met at a funeral.
While not technically true (it was the second time we met. The first time we met was at a party), it makes for a better story.
The funeral was for a mutual friend, who I had briefly dated. My wife-to-be and I were both in full-on disgusting crying mode. Not so much because we were sad, though we were, but because we were so angry. Our friend had gone to a Catholic school, where everyone had done their merry best to make his life hell. And then they all came to his funeral. And the priest made it painfully clear that he didn't know anything about the deceased.
Anyway. We were both sobbing our sorry eyes out and looking at one another and each thinking, "I really want her, but this isn't the time or place and I look horrendous!"
And then, blah blah blah, we got married.
(Because of The Princess Bride. The party I met her at was hosted by my Shattered Heart best friend, who I'd met at fencing lessons, which I'd taken because of my obsession with TPB).
We have a tradition of celebrating the day we met (March 25th) with an s-themed food: salad, salsa, sushi, sammich, etc. This year we totally forgot until my phone reminded me. We were both exhausted so we just ordered in food from a place whose name starts with 'S' and watched Goosebumps.
While not technically true (it was the second time we met. The first time we met was at a party), it makes for a better story.
The funeral was for a mutual friend, who I had briefly dated. My wife-to-be and I were both in full-on disgusting crying mode. Not so much because we were sad, though we were, but because we were so angry. Our friend had gone to a Catholic school, where everyone had done their merry best to make his life hell. And then they all came to his funeral. And the priest made it painfully clear that he didn't know anything about the deceased.
Anyway. We were both sobbing our sorry eyes out and looking at one another and each thinking, "I really want her, but this isn't the time or place and I look horrendous!"
And then, blah blah blah, we got married.
(Because of The Princess Bride. The party I met her at was hosted by my Shattered Heart best friend, who I'd met at fencing lessons, which I'd taken because of my obsession with TPB).
We have a tradition of celebrating the day we met (March 25th) with an s-themed food: salad, salsa, sushi, sammich, etc. This year we totally forgot until my phone reminded me. We were both exhausted so we just ordered in food from a place whose name starts with 'S' and watched Goosebumps.
April 14, 2014
BDSMonday!
It's BDSMonday!
Today's question: What are some of your favourite pervertibles? (This is gonna be a short post for now because I'm on the computer at work. Which sort of goes with the subject, no?)
I recently got one of my favouritesagain--rose stems with the thorns left on. Yummy. You've gotta be quick and tell the florist not to cut them off (and ignore any weird looks you may get). The stems don't hurt much more than, say, a crop or cane, but I must warn you that occasionally the Jaws of Life thorns will get stuck in your skin (still attached to the stem, luckily!) and you'll feel them being pulled out.
Edit:
More, now that I'm at home.
Some other pervertibles I enjoy are signal paddles and wooden spoons that my wife and I have painted and made fancy.
What about you? :D
Today's question: What are some of your favourite pervertibles? (This is gonna be a short post for now because I'm on the computer at work. Which sort of goes with the subject, no?)
I recently got one of my favouritesagain--rose stems with the thorns left on. Yummy. You've gotta be quick and tell the florist not to cut them off (and ignore any weird looks you may get). The stems don't hurt much more than, say, a crop or cane, but I must warn you that occasionally the Jaws of Life thorns will get stuck in your skin (still attached to the stem, luckily!) and you'll feel them being pulled out.
Edit:
More, now that I'm at home.
Some other pervertibles I enjoy are signal paddles and wooden spoons that my wife and I have painted and made fancy.
What about you? :D
April 13, 2014
A - Z Challenge: L is for Les Misérables
Most of the music that makes me think of my childhood is Mozart, Andrew Lloyd Webber (especially Jesus Christ Superstar) and Les Misérables.
I had seen Les Mis live twice before I was seven. (A note to parents: you really don't have to worry about most 'adult themes' when your children are watching something. All the prostitution and death and general...Misérables-ness went right over my head! It was years before I realize how fucked up it really was). It's been a sort of background presence in my life since I was very young, with occasional flares of devotion.
My sister and I went through a really intense period of Les Mis fanning when we were thirteen or so. Our parents bought us each a copy: my sister got one in French (she was in French immersion at school. I now own her copy, and I occasionally use it to look up something in the original French), and I got a fancy, hardcover, gold-embossed version. We spent hours listening to it on CD and singing along. I read a (very abridged) version in preparation for reading The Brick, as it's fondly known among fans. I started but didn't get very far.
When I was in grade eleven, my high school got discounted tickets to go and see Les Mis, and of course I had to go. I spent most of the show gripping my friend's hand very, very tightly and moving as little as possible. I started crying at "Drink With Me" and kept crying until the end. After the show, there was a Q&A with the performers. Most of my classmates sat further back, but I saw someone in the front row who I knew on sight, so I sat next to her.
Long story short:
- we dated
- I finally finished reading The Brick
- I loaned it to her and she carried it around in her backpack so now it looks like shit and I'm still pissed about it
- it was good and then it was Misérables
- I once pointed out a guy who looked like Valjean. She jumped into his arms and yelled, "Daddy!" and I was briefly horrified. It was her stepdad
As soon as I got home from seeing it, I looked up Valjean/Javert and never looked back.
My wife loves Les Mis, too, or we wouldn't be married! She's read the original French version, making her even more hardcore than me (and, you know, someone who had to read it in school. She was also in French immersion. I went to a high school reunion and told them I'd married a French girl. No one was surprised.)
Our former high school did a production of Les Mis (two years after I graduated, thank you very much Mr. K who I only begged every year to do Les Mis...) My wife and I brought flowers and gave two to the guy who'd played Grantaire--one for him to keep, and one for him to give to the guy who played Enjolras because I ship those two even though they're horrible for one another. And it's canon.
We saw the new movie together. In theatre, which was really stupid. I had to bite my hand because I was sobbing and I didn't want to disturb the people around me. We were emotional wrecks afterward.
Of course, we had to buy the DVD.
We have unwrapped the plastic from the case.
That is the closest we've gotten to watching it.
I have multiple recordings on CD and on my computer, including the full French version. I very, very, very seldom listen to any of them because they make me sad.
Other fandoms come and go, but Les Mis is always lurking in the background, waiting for an opening.
I had seen Les Mis live twice before I was seven. (A note to parents: you really don't have to worry about most 'adult themes' when your children are watching something. All the prostitution and death and general...Misérables-ness went right over my head! It was years before I realize how fucked up it really was). It's been a sort of background presence in my life since I was very young, with occasional flares of devotion.
My sister and I went through a really intense period of Les Mis fanning when we were thirteen or so. Our parents bought us each a copy: my sister got one in French (she was in French immersion at school. I now own her copy, and I occasionally use it to look up something in the original French), and I got a fancy, hardcover, gold-embossed version. We spent hours listening to it on CD and singing along. I read a (very abridged) version in preparation for reading The Brick, as it's fondly known among fans. I started but didn't get very far.
When I was in grade eleven, my high school got discounted tickets to go and see Les Mis, and of course I had to go. I spent most of the show gripping my friend's hand very, very tightly and moving as little as possible. I started crying at "Drink With Me" and kept crying until the end. After the show, there was a Q&A with the performers. Most of my classmates sat further back, but I saw someone in the front row who I knew on sight, so I sat next to her.
Long story short:
- we dated
- I finally finished reading The Brick
- I loaned it to her and she carried it around in her backpack so now it looks like shit and I'm still pissed about it
- it was good and then it was Misérables
- I once pointed out a guy who looked like Valjean. She jumped into his arms and yelled, "Daddy!" and I was briefly horrified. It was her stepdad
As soon as I got home from seeing it, I looked up Valjean/Javert and never looked back.
My wife loves Les Mis, too, or we wouldn't be married! She's read the original French version, making her even more hardcore than me (and, you know, someone who had to read it in school. She was also in French immersion. I went to a high school reunion and told them I'd married a French girl. No one was surprised.)
Our former high school did a production of Les Mis (two years after I graduated, thank you very much Mr. K who I only begged every year to do Les Mis...) My wife and I brought flowers and gave two to the guy who'd played Grantaire--one for him to keep, and one for him to give to the guy who played Enjolras because I ship those two even though they're horrible for one another. And it's canon.
We saw the new movie together. In theatre, which was really stupid. I had to bite my hand because I was sobbing and I didn't want to disturb the people around me. We were emotional wrecks afterward.
Of course, we had to buy the DVD.
We have unwrapped the plastic from the case.
That is the closest we've gotten to watching it.
I have multiple recordings on CD and on my computer, including the full French version. I very, very, very seldom listen to any of them because they make me sad.
Other fandoms come and go, but Les Mis is always lurking in the background, waiting for an opening.
Rainbow Gold Easter Egg Hunt!
I'm participating in the Rainbow Gold Easter Egg Hunt.
Make sure to check it out for a chance to win tons of prizes, including two of my ebooks.
April 12, 2014
A-Z Challenge: K is for Kink :D
I've been a masochist literally as long as I can remember. I still have my baby blanket packed away somewhere, and if you were to look at it you'd see that one corner is all twisted and grotelated from me shoving it under my fingernails for years.
I remember watching The Muppets' Christmas Carol with my mom when I was five or so, and asking my mom why Gonzo kept being disappointed when Rizzo got hurt and he didn't. She explained that he liked pain, and I could relate to that.
I've always been into bondage--my mom used to give me her string ties (I don't even want to know why she had so many. I don't think I ever saw her wear one) to play with, and bring me locks and keys to fiddle with. I sometimes tied all of my stuffed animals to the bed, or tied myself up. I was so good with rope that someone once told me I was better at knots than their Scout Master. I once bragged that I could escape from having my hands tied behind my back, so my grandfather did. And I escaped. (He also once shut me in the garage until I learned to make a sound by blowing over a bottle. These are both good memories, oddly enough...)
I always knew more or less what I wanted; it wasn't a struggle or a discovery to realize that I was into BDSM as I got older. I cannot thank the internet enough for being around during my sexually formative years, bursting with kinky information. I can't even imagine how lonely those pre-internet days must have been for budding kinky people.
(Fun fact: the first time I heard the term 'BDSM', I was watching The Matrix with my (first, now ex) girlfriend. When we got to the club scene, she turned to me and said, "Ew, BDSM!" I asked her what that meant, and I don't remember what she told me but she made it sound really scary and definitely something to be avoided. She also told me about how she didn't like reading BDSM LotR fanfic with bondage and stuff, and I was like, "...yes...terrible. Tell me more, so I can be sure to avoid it..." *shifty eyes* And then we had lots of (what I would consider kinky) roleplays.
How about you guys? Particular kinks? Childhood proclivities? :D
I remember watching The Muppets' Christmas Carol with my mom when I was five or so, and asking my mom why Gonzo kept being disappointed when Rizzo got hurt and he didn't. She explained that he liked pain, and I could relate to that.
I've always been into bondage--my mom used to give me her string ties (I don't even want to know why she had so many. I don't think I ever saw her wear one) to play with, and bring me locks and keys to fiddle with. I sometimes tied all of my stuffed animals to the bed, or tied myself up. I was so good with rope that someone once told me I was better at knots than their Scout Master. I once bragged that I could escape from having my hands tied behind my back, so my grandfather did. And I escaped. (He also once shut me in the garage until I learned to make a sound by blowing over a bottle. These are both good memories, oddly enough...)
I always knew more or less what I wanted; it wasn't a struggle or a discovery to realize that I was into BDSM as I got older. I cannot thank the internet enough for being around during my sexually formative years, bursting with kinky information. I can't even imagine how lonely those pre-internet days must have been for budding kinky people.
(Fun fact: the first time I heard the term 'BDSM', I was watching The Matrix with my (first, now ex) girlfriend. When we got to the club scene, she turned to me and said, "Ew, BDSM!" I asked her what that meant, and I don't remember what she told me but she made it sound really scary and definitely something to be avoided. She also told me about how she didn't like reading BDSM LotR fanfic with bondage and stuff, and I was like, "...yes...terrible. Tell me more, so I can be sure to avoid it..." *shifty eyes* And then we had lots of (what I would consider kinky) roleplays.
How about you guys? Particular kinks? Childhood proclivities? :D
April 11, 2014
A-Z Challenge: J is for Jericho
Another letter I really struggled with...
But here's a couple of odd things about my wife and I:
- while we went to the same high school and our circles of friends overlapped, we didn't meet until after I'd graduated (I know, cradle robber!)
- I've known most of her exes since they were teeny tiny children and it weirds me out (thought not as much as my mom's habit with my exes moms...)
- one of those exes names is Jericho and I know that's a stretch (I'm laughing to myself because of a horrible in-joke and I'm sorry), but today was un grande clusterfuck and I've got nothing and my brain is tired and tomorrow promises localized clusterfuck showers...so enjoy! Better luck with...what letter comes after J...K! (The letters...they just keep coming! I'm glad I typed up at least a few of them in March. As you can probably tell, I'm getting a bit nutty. So Imma eat and go to bed. <3)
But here's a couple of odd things about my wife and I:
- while we went to the same high school and our circles of friends overlapped, we didn't meet until after I'd graduated (I know, cradle robber!)
- I've known most of her exes since they were teeny tiny children and it weirds me out (thought not as much as my mom's habit with my exes moms...)
- one of those exes names is Jericho and I know that's a stretch (I'm laughing to myself because of a horrible in-joke and I'm sorry), but today was un grande clusterfuck and I've got nothing and my brain is tired and tomorrow promises localized clusterfuck showers...so enjoy! Better luck with...what letter comes after J...K! (The letters...they just keep coming! I'm glad I typed up at least a few of them in March. As you can probably tell, I'm getting a bit nutty. So Imma eat and go to bed. <3)
April 10, 2014
A-Z Challenge: I is for Island
I think the only island I've ever been to is Newfoundland, and I can't recommend it highly enough. I went with my grandparents one summer. My grandparents are reverse-snowbirds--they travel during the summer and stay home during the winter. They visit relatives and go hiking across Canada with their fifth wheel. I only went once, and it was amazing.
I was traveling as an Unaccompanied Minor (I had to wear a hat and a badge and everything and it was super embarrassing!), because I was flying out to meet my grandparents there. I was sitting next to two older women during the flight, and when Newfoundland appeared out of the fog, they both got really excited and it was clear that they were going home.
My grandma is really into birds, so I think we visited every single bird on the island. Aside from the puffins, it was basically seagull, seagull, slightly-different-seagull to me, but it was still pretty neat. We went on several whale-watching tours (I have so many pictures of whales' tails), including one on a reconstructed Viking ship. It had a motor, but once we got out into the water they turned it off and we sailed around for a while. Very cool. (They also had a helmet and sword for people to try on...and of course my grandparents took a picture of me with them...)
We also went to L'Anse aux Meadows, which is definitely worth checking out if you find yourself in Newfoundland...which you should! More pictures of me, blushing, standing next to people in historical costumes.
We went on one hike, up Gros Morne. It was very hot, and I do not deal well with heat, but I survived. Also, scree is evil. As tempting as it was to stop for a swim, I'm glad my grandparents talked me out of it or we probably would have had to spend the night!
It was so hot, I found out the next day, when my grandparents paid for me to go horseback riding, that horses had been fainting.
And we were climbing a mountain.
Both my grandparents and I are into museums and history and fossils and things, so we took a lot of interpretive tours and visited a lot of museums and things.
I got to eat a piece of an iceberg. (I told some friends about this recently and we decided that I'm single-handedly responsible for global warming, with my iceberg-eating habit).
I'm not sure if I could pick a highlight for the trip, honestly. I'd love to go back, with my wife.
I was traveling as an Unaccompanied Minor (I had to wear a hat and a badge and everything and it was super embarrassing!), because I was flying out to meet my grandparents there. I was sitting next to two older women during the flight, and when Newfoundland appeared out of the fog, they both got really excited and it was clear that they were going home.
My grandma is really into birds, so I think we visited every single bird on the island. Aside from the puffins, it was basically seagull, seagull, slightly-different-seagull to me, but it was still pretty neat. We went on several whale-watching tours (I have so many pictures of whales' tails), including one on a reconstructed Viking ship. It had a motor, but once we got out into the water they turned it off and we sailed around for a while. Very cool. (They also had a helmet and sword for people to try on...and of course my grandparents took a picture of me with them...)
We also went to L'Anse aux Meadows, which is definitely worth checking out if you find yourself in Newfoundland...which you should! More pictures of me, blushing, standing next to people in historical costumes.
We went on one hike, up Gros Morne. It was very hot, and I do not deal well with heat, but I survived. Also, scree is evil. As tempting as it was to stop for a swim, I'm glad my grandparents talked me out of it or we probably would have had to spend the night!
It was so hot, I found out the next day, when my grandparents paid for me to go horseback riding, that horses had been fainting.
And we were climbing a mountain.
Both my grandparents and I are into museums and history and fossils and things, so we took a lot of interpretive tours and visited a lot of museums and things.
I got to eat a piece of an iceberg. (I told some friends about this recently and we decided that I'm single-handedly responsible for global warming, with my iceberg-eating habit).
I'm not sure if I could pick a highlight for the trip, honestly. I'd love to go back, with my wife.
April 9, 2014
Renee Rose Romance: The Bossman Giveaway! Enter to win a real paperbac...
Renee Rose Romance: The Bossman Giveaway! Enter to win a real paperbac...: My publisher, Riverdale Ave Books, has listed the print copy (I only have two books in actual paper copy, so this is exciting for me!) of Th...
