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Merry Month of Masturbation #3

Tanny cracked up. "Jim! Did you get to come at least?"

Jim pinked. "Eventually. Yes. Later. Much later."

That had Jack giggling all over again. "I bet it was so much better than doing it yourself, though, wasn't it?"

Jim pinked and smiled. "Oh, God. Yes. Yes. I didn't sleep on my butt for three days."

They all laughed, most of them wriggling as well.

"So who's next?"

Places to find me today

The Rainbow Studio Blog
Tasty Tuesday on the Changeling Blog
Changeling TRS Release Party

and! Sage Marlowe's blog -- talking about the SWAK series, Plugs and the upcoming Pushy Bottom!

Speaking of Pushy Bottom -- check out the awesome cover for it!



Is it hot in here or is it just me?

My God It's Monday

It so is! And it's shaping up to be another busy week. There never seems to be much downtime...

I've somehow managed to be everywhere tomorrow:

The Rainbow Studio Blog
Tasty Tuesday on the Changeling Blog
Changeling TRS Release Party

Then on Wednesday Wrapped in Ribbon comes out. This was originally released in Toy Box: Ribbons and features Dillon and Dal of Secrets, Skin and Leather.

I'm working on the May newsletter and hope to have it out before the week is up. We shall see ;)

Meanwhile, it's time for a nice cold beer.

Merry Month of Masturbation #2

Jim leaned back into the spray, his throat working, his hand on his cock. Marcus wasn't home, his stress level was up, and he needed some release.

Simple.

Easy.

And it came with the peach scented soap in the shower.

There was a noise, Marcus head appeared around the shower. "Baby! What are you doing?"

Uh-oh.

Merry Month of Masturbation #1

Jack was holding court at the club. It was sub day at The Hammer and they were sitting at several tables pushed together, hanging out and telling stories, laughing.

"You know what May is, right?" Jack asked.

"The month after April?" Tanny said, dark eyes twinkling.

He waded up his napkin and tossed it at Tanny.

"It is. I know. I have a calendar on my phone." Tanny insisted.

"Of course it is, but you know what else it is. "

Jim chuckled softly. "The month before June?"

He was going to hit someone. "Masturbation! May is the month of masturbation!" Jack's voice rang out through the club.

Everyone turned to look at him. Everyone.

Oh.

Oops.

Jack giggled. "Well, it is."

Tanny rolled his eyes. "Right. Because we all masturbate, so much."

"Well, I do." It counted if he did it because his Master ordered him to, right?

Tanny stuck his tongue out at him. He stuck his out right back, fighting his laughter. Kevin grabbed his tongue and the laughter started, hearty and happy, the whole table joining in. God, he loved this place.

"We need another round of Mimosas and then every single one of us has to share. Best masturbation story." When Jack started on something, he saw it through.

Somebody deeper in the club cracked up. "Any time you actually get to come?"

Jack rolled his eyes and tried hard not to pout; there really was no point without his Master there to aim it at.

It was Forrest who dropped one arm around him, hugged him close. "I think it sounds fun, Jackie."

He beamed up at Forrest, who was looking amazing, and better than that, happy. "Thanks, hon."

He looked around at the others, challengingly, confident now. "Anyone else in?"

"Why not." Tanny winked at him. "Jim, you have to play too."

"Everyone can play!" Jack clapped his hands. "Who's first?"

Tending to Rose (Rose and Thorne #2) now out!

Rose and Thorne are back, taking their relationship to the next level, even if Rose thinks Thorne's a little crazy for the lifestyle he wants to lead.

As Rose gears up for competitive bodybuilding, Thorne worries about what Rose is doing to his body. When Rose passes out after the competition, Thorne knows he's right to worry and he's determined to make sure Rose never does anything like it again.

Rose wants to contribute, though, especially when he finds out Thorne wants to open his own tattoo and piercing parlor. Can Thorne convince his lover that Rose is worth more to him than any purse Rose could win, and that what they do in the bedroom is not only not weird, but nobody's business but their own?

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Rose slept for two days at Thorne’s place -- just exhausted and totally, physically overwhelmed. He’d never trained so hard, never been so deep in it. He’d won, though. So it had to be worth it.

Thorne fed him every time he opened his eyes and then encouraged him back to sleep. This time, though, Thorne was snugged up tight against him, fast asleep himself. He hummed, wrapping around Thorne, hands sliding on Rosie’s spine. Thorne moaned for him, pushed in tighter.

“Mmm.” He kissed Thorne’s temple. This man was good to him.

Thorne smiled against his chest and rubbed all along his body. Thorne felt so good against him, and it felt great, to have his cock fill, begin to swell.

Groaning, Thorne wrapped his mouth around his right nipple, suction beginning.

“Thorne.” Hell, yeah. Teeth scored his nipple. “Thorne!” Fuck, that was hot.

Thorne chuckled, moved on to his other nipple.

“I tried not to wake you...” Rose pushed his fingers through Thorne’s short, short hair.

“Mmm. I’m glad you did.”

“Me too.” He was finally awake, hard, ready.

Thorne rubbed against him, their pricks bumping. Rose moaned, trying to decide if he wanted a kiss or those lips on his nipples.

“Gonna pierce these,” Thorne told him, fingers plucking at him.

He moaned, shook his head, but his prick throbbed. Thorne smiled and then brought their lips together, kissing him. Oh, he remembered these kisses. Rose dove into the kisses, his tongue fucking Thorne’s lips. That slender body felt so fucking good against him, and Thorne’s mouth was magic.

He draped one leg over Thorne, tugged him closer. Thorne’s hand reached around and grabbed his ass, squeezed one cheek. He flexed, butt tightening.

“Fuck, that’s pretty damn hot, Rosie.”

A grunt seemed to be a good enough answer. He just wanted Thorne.

Thorne’s fingers slid along his ass and then teased his crack. He chuckled, but his body moved, pushed against the touch.

“So eager. It’s sexy, Rosie.”

“I want to feel good.”

“Smart man.” Thorne pushed one finger hard against his hole.

Rose moaned, rolled over on top of Thorne.

“Get me the lube, Rosie.”

He’d been here enough times now to know where it was, and he fished it out.

“You know what would be hot, Rosie? If you got yourself ready for me.”

“Perv.” He winked, leaned up and hid his shyness in a kiss.

Thorne’s laughter filled his mouth. “I am. A big perv. You’d be so hot, though, doing that.” Thorne’s fingers slid along his arms.

“For you.” He’d never done that, not for anyone.

“Yes.” Thorne’s gaze was like another touch.

Okay, wow. Thorne was right. Hot. He opened the lube, got his fingers slick.

Thorne licked his lips. “Sexy man.”

He tried to flex, but his muscles were still recovering. Thorne’s hands were warm as they slid over Rose’s chest and upper arms.

“God, that’s good. Your hands.” Rose pushed his hand behind himself, fingertip sliding over his own hole.

Thorne shifted so he could watch. “Not as good as that.”

Rose felt his blush heating him up, toes to nose. The moan that came from Thorne echoed the words and made him hotter. Rose arched a little more, finger sliding inside himself, spreading the lube around. One of Thorne’s fingers pushed in next to his. A deep sound left Rose, raw and hungry.

It's the Merry Month of Masturbation!

May is the Merry Month of Mastrubation!

I'm going to be posting a little fun with the Hammer Club boys every weekday (except Tuesdays), on the theme of the month. Enjoy!

And also today is Hump Day!

And May Day!

So my overuse of exclamation marks is warranted ;)

Author Spotlight Tuesday - Lynn Townsend

Boxers or briefs?

Aesthetically and for accessibility, I prefer boxers. Also, they're easier to wash and fold...

Favorite position to write?

Sitting up, in front of my computer....

Kidding, kidding. I don't really have a favorite position to write, although I have my own favorites to perform. If you're reading my work, however, you'll find a lot of my characters have sex sitting up on the table, or a counter-top. I've written quite a number of different positions - come to think of it, I'm not sure I've ever written a straight up vanilla missionary scene. Maybe I should do that. Hmmmm....

Favorite kink to write?

Honestly? I'm a big fan of Japanese hentai anime, which features an awful lot of tentacle sex. One of my favorite pieces, Garden Variety (featured in Lustfully Ever After, edited by Kristina Wright, published by Cleis) featured the use of beanstalk vines for erotic purposes.

Tattoos or piercings?

Personally, no. And I don't really care one way or the other if my partner has them or not. To me, that sort of thing - also, I don't care about long hair, short hair, or no hair, is really not important. It really depends on the person, the tat, and how well they carry it off.

Cut, uncut or I love them all?

Eh. Don't care. I'm fairly indifferent to the physical shell that cares around the person I'm interested in. I enjoy eye candy of most varieties (I have a slight preference for brunettes and men with well-groomed beards or particularly rugged looking stubble...) but it's always been to me the person, the personality, that's most important.

What's your favorite thing about He Loves Me For My Brainsss?

Well, first off, I love the title of the anthology. He Loves Me For My Brainsss. That's just excellent! The editor, Elizabeth L. Brooks, has been my best friend for the last 20+ years, and she came up with the title one day and just had to have a book to go along with it.

I've been a zombie fan for quite a while, and I've also worked with several varieties of future dystopia stories; and this one just really clicked with me. I think I'll be exploring the world of W.O.L. more in the future, much to some of my readers' relief.



This collection breaks the mold of the stale, stock-standard zombie story. In Lynn Townsend's "W.O.L.", Knight Korin meets Doctor Avesy and is forced to consider the sacrifices that every Knight must make -- and wonder if the cure is worse than the disease. In "The Domesticated Zombie" by Rob Rosen, zombie Jake starts to show signs that he's not entirely dead, and Max, his owner, gets more than he bargained for. "Fox Spirit" by Alyx Shaw gives us Karl, who's never really understood his lover Kenny's fascination with foxes. When their oldest fox dies late one rainy night, Kenny asks Karl to bury him, but Karl unfortunately decides to wait until morning...

Damian Serbu's "Delicious Caleb" presents us with a professor at a conservative college who has always had to hide his lust for men -- until his zombie state forces him to accept assistance from his one-time student, Caleb. "Violet" by K.C. Morgan introduces us to Josh, whose world crumbled when he came out to his parents with disastrous results. Little did Josh know that the rest of the world was about to end, as well. And in V.L. Locey's "Two Guys Walk into an Apocalypse", Paul and Gordon face off against the zombies with only a cat, a senile old man, their love, and their killer wit.

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Excerpt

Replacing ammunition was difficult, Korin reminded himself. Few remained with the skills or the need to make either guns or bullets. The New-Denver city state was nearly two months of hard walking from Weis-Auchmen Oscillating Locality Sphere, a fancy name for the shield-dome that covered what used to be the city of Old Sacramento and was now usually called W.O.L.; not to mention that the Salt Lake quarantine zone was between here and there. And therefore, Korin gritted his teeth, he should not shoot W.O.L.'s gatekeeper. No matter how satisfying it would be.

"I need shelter, food, and medical treatment," Korin said. He leaned down over the withers of H-91a, an Arabian-hybrid model. "I have tech and information for trade." He spoke slowly, perhaps the gatekeeper was just old, or hard of hearing. Unlikely as it was, there might have been a shift in language, that had happened, been recorded even. Most city-states still spoke Mercan, or Spanan, especially in the south. Merciful, Korin was worn to the nub. He shook his head as if to clear it, wincing at the pain in his wounds.

"You can't come in here!" The Gatekeeper appeared both terrified and scandalized, as if Korin had committed some great social blunder. "You've been bit!"

Oh. That.



Lynn Townsend is a geek, a dreamer and an inveterate punster. When not reading, writing, or editing, she can usually be found drinking coffee or killing video game villains. Lynn's interests include filk music, romance novels, and movies with more FX than plot. Her works cover a wide range of subject matter, from Cthulu's rubber duckies to Steampunk werewolves to Zombies and have been published in more than a dozen different anthologies. Find out more about Lynn's life at http://paidbytheweird.blogspot.com/ or https://www.facebook.com/LynnTownsendwriter

My God It's Monday

The Favor is #2 on ARE's bestseller list! That was a nice thing to wake up to!

Torquere has a sale on: 20% off with the code almost2013 and it's good until Saturday at midnight!

I am blogging today at Tali's Spencer's blog and at Amber Allure.

Tomorrow's Author is Lynn Townsend.

That's all I've got today...

Revving it Up is out!

Jon and Bryan have been dating for about six months. While things were hot and heavy in the beginning, they’ve since cooled down to a low simmer. Still, Bryan’s looking forward to seeing Jon again tonight after his shift at the bar. But a game of Truth Or Dare has left him wearing a plug and it’s making him aware of every single step he’s taking.

Will Bryan be able to make it through his date with Jon without going crazy? Or will Jon find out why he’s got that extra wiggle in his walk tonight and do something about it?

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...“So what have you been doing with yourself?” Jon’s gaze was warm—the man’s sexiness hadn’t dimmed any, that was for sure. Jon was a thousand-watt bulb, no doubt.

“Working, mostly. We lost a bartender and I didn’t think Amy was ever going to hire a replacement. Thank goodness she did. The guy started two weeks ago and he’s finally trained.”

“Is that why you’re looking so hot tonight?”

His cheeks went fiery and he ducked his head. “Sort of, yeah.”

Jon’s chuckle was like a caress. “Now, after that reaction, I think I have to know exactly why you’re looking so hot tonight, and I won’t be satisfied with a ‘sort of, yeah.’”

“No? Are you sure? There was a truth or dare game, dude. Truth or dare.”

One of Jon’s eyebrows went up. “Isn’t that like for teenagers who need an excuse to do stupid shit?”

“Well, yes. Or stupid old friends having a bachelor party…” Okay, now he felt a little dumb.

Jon laughed, touched his hand where it rested on the table. “Tell me what stupid shit they made you do?”

“Oh, Lord. We karaoked. I drank maraschino cherry juice. There was a plug incident.”

“A plug incident?” It figured Jon would focus on that. Well, it was the more interesting of the dares even if he had tried to play it down.

“Uh-huh.” He wriggled, the said…incident…shifting inside him...