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December 8, 2011
Stranded now out!
My S. Michael Christmas M/M/F short story is now available at Changling Press!
Stranded in Vegas was not how Gretchen had planned to spend her Christmas, but that's exactly what's happened to her and hubby Russ. Just when she thinks it couldn't get worse, a stranger trips over their luggage and sends its contents flying. It turns out their stranger, Dave, is in Vegas for the holiday and he has a suite he's willing to share.
Can this threesome turn a Christmas disaster into a Christmas delight?
excerpt
buy link
It's a fun little m/m/f romp!
Stranded in Vegas was not how Gretchen had planned to spend her Christmas, but that's exactly what's happened to her and hubby Russ. Just when she thinks it couldn't get worse, a stranger trips over their luggage and sends its contents flying. It turns out their stranger, Dave, is in Vegas for the holiday and he has a suite he's willing to share.
Can this threesome turn a Christmas disaster into a Christmas delight?
excerpt
buy link
It's a fun little m/m/f romp!
December 7, 2011
December 7
Today is Adam and Matt from Sold.
Adam finished his Sun Salutations, then stretched up into tree pose in front of the big picture window in their bedroom, watching the snow fall.
He became aware of his Master's presence, but Matt didn't say anything, wasn't moving around.
He slowly released the pose, standing proud and naked.
"I have never seen anything so stunning." Matt came up to him, hands, warm and strong, sliding over his shoulders.
"Master?" He'd just been stretching, welcoming the day in their new home.
"The light from the snow is reflecting off your skin." Matt's fingers slid along his arms.
He spread, smiled, leaned into Matt's warmth.
"Happy Christmas Eve, lovely."
"Merry Christmas Eve, Master."
"Are you still happy we didn't go back west for the holidays?"
"Oh, yes. This is magical. New. Ours." He'd never been so happy.
"Yes, ours. I like how that sounds because you're a part of it." Matt's fingers slid over his skin, tracing his muscles.
"Mmm." He arched, stretched easily.
"Look at that snow. Good thing our shopping's done; we might be stuck here for a few days." Matt didn't sound particularly concerned about that.
"That sounds heavenly."
"It does, doesn't it? Just you and me, the snow and Christmas music. And the smell of pine." They had a real tree in the common room, its scent so lovely.
He twined his fingers with Matt's. "Yes, Master. Just perfect."
"Good. I love you, my Adam." Matt kissed his cheek, held him close.
Adam nodded, leaned back, and sighed.
Adam finished his Sun Salutations, then stretched up into tree pose in front of the big picture window in their bedroom, watching the snow fall.
He became aware of his Master's presence, but Matt didn't say anything, wasn't moving around.
He slowly released the pose, standing proud and naked.
"I have never seen anything so stunning." Matt came up to him, hands, warm and strong, sliding over his shoulders.
"Master?" He'd just been stretching, welcoming the day in their new home.
"The light from the snow is reflecting off your skin." Matt's fingers slid along his arms.
He spread, smiled, leaned into Matt's warmth.
"Happy Christmas Eve, lovely."
"Merry Christmas Eve, Master."
"Are you still happy we didn't go back west for the holidays?"
"Oh, yes. This is magical. New. Ours." He'd never been so happy.
"Yes, ours. I like how that sounds because you're a part of it." Matt's fingers slid over his skin, tracing his muscles.
"Mmm." He arched, stretched easily.
"Look at that snow. Good thing our shopping's done; we might be stuck here for a few days." Matt didn't sound particularly concerned about that.
"That sounds heavenly."
"It does, doesn't it? Just you and me, the snow and Christmas music. And the smell of pine." They had a real tree in the common room, its scent so lovely.
He twined his fingers with Matt's. "Yes, Master. Just perfect."
"Good. I love you, my Adam." Matt kissed his cheek, held him close.
Adam nodded, leaned back, and sighed.
December 6, 2011
December 6
Today's offering is a contest.
Send email to me at seanmichaelwrites @ gmail . com with "Office Hours" in the subject line before noon on Friday the 9th and I'll randomly pick a winner to receive a copy of Office Hours.
Send email to me at seanmichaelwrites @ gmail . com with "Office Hours" in the subject line before noon on Friday the 9th and I'll randomly pick a winner to receive a copy of Office Hours.
December 5, 2011
December 5
Congratulations to Lisa E. who won a free short story.
Today's snippet features Dick.
Dick had organized a decorating party at the gym this year for the employees.
It had been fun but exhausting, especially as he'd volunteered to stay behind and do clean up, and he was so glad when he pulled up in front of the house behind Rock's truck.
He went in, greeted by the dogs first.
He smelled chocolate and peppermint, heard Christmas music and soft, happy laughter.
He spent a moment longer with the dogs, enjoying the sounds of his guys together and a surge of something almost overwhelming went through him.
He was the luckiest man in the world.
Today's snippet features Dick.
Dick had organized a decorating party at the gym this year for the employees.
It had been fun but exhausting, especially as he'd volunteered to stay behind and do clean up, and he was so glad when he pulled up in front of the house behind Rock's truck.
He went in, greeted by the dogs first.
He smelled chocolate and peppermint, heard Christmas music and soft, happy laughter.
He spent a moment longer with the dogs, enjoying the sounds of his guys together and a surge of something almost overwhelming went through him.
He was the luckiest man in the world.
December 4, 2011
December 4
Today is Billy and Montana from Found, Snared and Owned.
Billy went to the kitchen and knocked on the door frame. "Is it safe to come in yet?" He'd been banished for present wrapping.
Tanny looked around the corner, bits of wrapping paper and ribbon covering him. "Yeah. Yeah. I'm done."
He chuckled. "Look at you. Are you my gift?"
"Hmm? No. Not even close." Tanny looked so happy, so present. "How was your day?"
"My day was great." He moved in for a kiss, bending to touch their lips together.
Tanny reached up, arms wrapping around his shoulders. He slid his tongue into Tanny's mouth, loving his boy's flavor. His boy tasted like chocolate. Dark, deep chocolate.
"Mmm. You do taste good." He stroked his hand along Montana's spine, right to his ass.
"Good enough to take the cage off?"
He chuckled. "Maybe. I want to tell you something first."
"Mmm?"
"What would you say to helping out at a soup kitchen for a few hours on Christmas Day? We'll go to Oliver and Jack's after."
"Will you be there with me?"
"Of course -- this is something we'll do together."
"Then sure." That was his boy.
"Good." He kissed Montana again.
Montana hummed, stepped closer, caged cock nudging him. Smiling, he cupped Montana's package.
"I've been good."
"And pushy." He slid his hand into Montana's sweats so he could touch hot skin between the plastic.
"Needy. And good."
He laughed, stroked Montana to as hard as he could get inside the cage.
"Please..." Montana arched against him, hands opening and closing.
"Shh. Come to bed and we'll unlock you."
"Okay." Montana nodded, took his hand.
His own cock had begun to harden; he was eager to have his boy without the cage on, to touch and taste and smell Montana's arousal, his pleasure. His need.
They undressed each other easily, familiarity not making it any less sexy.
"Love you. You smell so good." Tanny was moaning for him.
"So do you." He leaned in and licked at Tanny's neck.
His hand moved back to cup the cage, touch Tanny through it. Tanny's thighs spread wide.
"Eager boy." He slid his hand down to cup and roll Tanny's balls.
"Please." Tanny jerked, fucking the air.
"Where did I leave that key...?"
"Don't tease..."
"But you should see your face." He kissed Montana's nose.
"It's been since Thanksgiving."
"I know. And I'm very proud of you." He loved the way he could see the effect his words had on his boy. "The key's in the bedside drawer. Go get it, boy."
"Thank you." Montana nodded, hurried over.
He admired his boy's ass as he moved, then the caged cock below the trim belly as Montana rushed back with the key.
"Unwrap me?"
"Mmm, yes. The best present I've ever gotten."
Montana's needy moan echoed in the room.
He took the key and put it carefully in the lock, turning it slowly.
Merry Christmas to them.
Billy went to the kitchen and knocked on the door frame. "Is it safe to come in yet?" He'd been banished for present wrapping.
Tanny looked around the corner, bits of wrapping paper and ribbon covering him. "Yeah. Yeah. I'm done."
He chuckled. "Look at you. Are you my gift?"
"Hmm? No. Not even close." Tanny looked so happy, so present. "How was your day?"
"My day was great." He moved in for a kiss, bending to touch their lips together.
Tanny reached up, arms wrapping around his shoulders. He slid his tongue into Tanny's mouth, loving his boy's flavor. His boy tasted like chocolate. Dark, deep chocolate.
"Mmm. You do taste good." He stroked his hand along Montana's spine, right to his ass.
"Good enough to take the cage off?"
He chuckled. "Maybe. I want to tell you something first."
"Mmm?"
"What would you say to helping out at a soup kitchen for a few hours on Christmas Day? We'll go to Oliver and Jack's after."
"Will you be there with me?"
"Of course -- this is something we'll do together."
"Then sure." That was his boy.
"Good." He kissed Montana again.
Montana hummed, stepped closer, caged cock nudging him. Smiling, he cupped Montana's package.
"I've been good."
"And pushy." He slid his hand into Montana's sweats so he could touch hot skin between the plastic.
"Needy. And good."
He laughed, stroked Montana to as hard as he could get inside the cage.
"Please..." Montana arched against him, hands opening and closing.
"Shh. Come to bed and we'll unlock you."
"Okay." Montana nodded, took his hand.
His own cock had begun to harden; he was eager to have his boy without the cage on, to touch and taste and smell Montana's arousal, his pleasure. His need.
They undressed each other easily, familiarity not making it any less sexy.
"Love you. You smell so good." Tanny was moaning for him.
"So do you." He leaned in and licked at Tanny's neck.
His hand moved back to cup the cage, touch Tanny through it. Tanny's thighs spread wide.
"Eager boy." He slid his hand down to cup and roll Tanny's balls.
"Please." Tanny jerked, fucking the air.
"Where did I leave that key...?"
"Don't tease..."
"But you should see your face." He kissed Montana's nose.
"It's been since Thanksgiving."
"I know. And I'm very proud of you." He loved the way he could see the effect his words had on his boy. "The key's in the bedside drawer. Go get it, boy."
"Thank you." Montana nodded, hurried over.
He admired his boy's ass as he moved, then the caged cock below the trim belly as Montana rushed back with the key.
"Unwrap me?"
"Mmm, yes. The best present I've ever gotten."
Montana's needy moan echoed in the room.
He took the key and put it carefully in the lock, turning it slowly.
Merry Christmas to them.
December 3, 2011
December 3
Don't forget to check yesterday out for a contest!
Today is Thad and Jay from Office Hours.
Thank God finals were over.
Thad had graded and graded and snarled until his grading finger was sore.
There was a knock on his office door, Jay's head popping around it. "Is it safe to come in?"
"Shut up." He grinned, tossed a ball point pen over.
Jay tried to catch it but missed, and it bounced passed the door and rolled into the hall. "So you're all mine for the night, then?"
"I'm done until the third week of January, thank you."
"What a coincidence, that's when I have to get back to it, too." Jay stalked toward the desk, eyes on him.
He hid his shiver, licked his lips. "Yeah... how interesting."
"Over a month without you being able to use the excuse of 'I have to be able to teach tomorrow'."
Oh, his ass was in trouble. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Oh, I think you do. Did you know there are many uses for garlands?"
"Besides the tree?" He stood, grabbed his briefcase and put his laptop away.
"Uh-huh." Jay waggled his eyebrows.
"Perv." He turned off the lights.
"Yes." Jay's hand slid on his ass, cupped it.
"Thank God." He lifted his face for a kiss.
Jay kissed him like Jay always did -- with total focus, like kissing him was the most important thing in the world. By the time their mouths parted, Thad was weak-kneed, blinky, ready to go home.
"Come on. I only have four weeks to talk you into a Prince Albert; I don't have any time to waste."
"Never." Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God.
"That's what you say now. Just wait." Jay pulled his door closed and waited for him to lock it, then slid an arm around his shoulders,
Thad leaned in as they headed to the elevator. "You want to go get a beer?"
"No, I want to go get you." Jay smiled. "If you want to stop at the Oak or the Corner Pub, we can. I'd just rather take you home and have my wicked way with you."
They headed to the car, both of them knowing that home was waiting for them. Home and a christmas tree and presents and candy cane hot chocolate and each other.
It didn't get much better than that.
Today is Thad and Jay from Office Hours.
Thank God finals were over.
Thad had graded and graded and snarled until his grading finger was sore.
There was a knock on his office door, Jay's head popping around it. "Is it safe to come in?"
"Shut up." He grinned, tossed a ball point pen over.
Jay tried to catch it but missed, and it bounced passed the door and rolled into the hall. "So you're all mine for the night, then?"
"I'm done until the third week of January, thank you."
"What a coincidence, that's when I have to get back to it, too." Jay stalked toward the desk, eyes on him.
He hid his shiver, licked his lips. "Yeah... how interesting."
"Over a month without you being able to use the excuse of 'I have to be able to teach tomorrow'."
Oh, his ass was in trouble. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Oh, I think you do. Did you know there are many uses for garlands?"
"Besides the tree?" He stood, grabbed his briefcase and put his laptop away.
"Uh-huh." Jay waggled his eyebrows.
"Perv." He turned off the lights.
"Yes." Jay's hand slid on his ass, cupped it.
"Thank God." He lifted his face for a kiss.
Jay kissed him like Jay always did -- with total focus, like kissing him was the most important thing in the world. By the time their mouths parted, Thad was weak-kneed, blinky, ready to go home.
"Come on. I only have four weeks to talk you into a Prince Albert; I don't have any time to waste."
"Never." Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God.
"That's what you say now. Just wait." Jay pulled his door closed and waited for him to lock it, then slid an arm around his shoulders,
Thad leaned in as they headed to the elevator. "You want to go get a beer?"
"No, I want to go get you." Jay smiled. "If you want to stop at the Oak or the Corner Pub, we can. I'd just rather take you home and have my wicked way with you."
They headed to the car, both of them knowing that home was waiting for them. Home and a christmas tree and presents and candy cane hot chocolate and each other.
It didn't get much better than that.
December 2, 2011
December 2
December newsletter has been posted!
Today's smutty advent post is a contest -- send an email to me at seanmichaelwrites @ gmail . com (no spaces) with 'short story' in the subject line and I'll randomly pull a winner on Monday who can chose the short story of their choice and I'll send them an ebook copy.
Today's smutty advent post is a contest -- send an email to me at seanmichaelwrites @ gmail . com (no spaces) with 'short story' in the subject line and I'll randomly pull a winner on Monday who can chose the short story of their choice and I'll send them an ebook copy.
December 1, 2011
Happy December!
Once again it is the beginning of December and I look back and wonder where the heck the year went. Only twenty-four days until Christmas and thirty until New Year's Eve... And then it's 2012!
Like in past years, I'm hoping to have a little treat here everyday for the month of December, like a smutty advent calendar. There will be giveaways and ficlets and who knows what else.
First, though, you need to go to my webpage. Go on, I'll wait. Be sure to poke around and find the contest on it.
So what better way to start the festivities than with the Jarheads? Follow the cut for a ficlet.
Rock loved his morning blow jobs, but holiday blow jobs were even better. Christmas blow jobs were the best. Especially on holiday days; with nowhere to go and nothing to hurry them, Rig took his time. Hell, sometimes Rock got a two-fer.
He rolled over and wrapped his arm around Rig, letting his morning wood rub up against Rig's hip.
Rig chuckled softly, eyes still closed. "Sleeping."
"Me too." He shifted, rubbing some more.
"Oh, good." Rig curled in, one hand sliding over his thigh and hip.
"Of course if you were wanting..." He would be up for that. Shit, he was already up for that.
So to speak.
"Me? Wanting?" Rig's lips moved over his chest, slow and lazy.
"Yep, you." It was something he could count on Rig for. Wanting him.
"Mmm. Merry Christmas, Rocketman."
"Yeah, it's going to be."
He heard the chuckles from the other side of the bed.
"Thought you were sleeping."
"Yep," answered Dick. "Just like the two of you."
Like in past years, I'm hoping to have a little treat here everyday for the month of December, like a smutty advent calendar. There will be giveaways and ficlets and who knows what else.
First, though, you need to go to my webpage. Go on, I'll wait. Be sure to poke around and find the contest on it.
So what better way to start the festivities than with the Jarheads? Follow the cut for a ficlet.
Rock loved his morning blow jobs, but holiday blow jobs were even better. Christmas blow jobs were the best. Especially on holiday days; with nowhere to go and nothing to hurry them, Rig took his time. Hell, sometimes Rock got a two-fer.
He rolled over and wrapped his arm around Rig, letting his morning wood rub up against Rig's hip.
Rig chuckled softly, eyes still closed. "Sleeping."
"Me too." He shifted, rubbing some more.
"Oh, good." Rig curled in, one hand sliding over his thigh and hip.
"Of course if you were wanting..." He would be up for that. Shit, he was already up for that.
So to speak.
"Me? Wanting?" Rig's lips moved over his chest, slow and lazy.
"Yep, you." It was something he could count on Rig for. Wanting him.
"Mmm. Merry Christmas, Rocketman."
"Yeah, it's going to be."
He heard the chuckles from the other side of the bed.
"Thought you were sleeping."
"Yep," answered Dick. "Just like the two of you."
November 28, 2011
My God It's Monday
We had snow last week! Quite a nice covering, really. It only stuck around for a couple days and then it went back to being unseasonably warm.
I'll be on the Romance for the Rest of Us blog tomorrow, talking about my December releases from Torquere Press.
I will get my newsletter out this week, too. I swear... I hope ;)
I'm going to be posting to my LJ every day for the month of December again this year. There will be contests and fiction and stuff. So keep watching this space :)
And now I must go watch the Grinch.
I'll be on the Romance for the Rest of Us blog tomorrow, talking about my December releases from Torquere Press.
I will get my newsletter out this week, too. I swear... I hope ;)
I'm going to be posting to my LJ every day for the month of December again this year. There will be contests and fiction and stuff. So keep watching this space :)
And now I must go watch the Grinch.
November 25, 2011
On the Torquere LJ today
I'm over on
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today. There's a contest and I'll be talking about my upcoming books, and possibly there will be little bits of fiction. Oh, yes, and talk of Christmas.
torquere_social
today. There's a contest and I'll be talking about my upcoming books, and possibly there will be little bits of fiction. Oh, yes, and talk of Christmas.
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