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TGI Friday

Okay, so this  post has absolutely nothing to do with writing... but I thought y'all would get a kick out of this.  :)  This is Kitty-Kitty and he's my writing buddy. A day or two ago I was sitting outside on the patio with him. Now, as y'all can see, there are several mature trees close to the house, and bird feeders everywhere.

Yeah, a cat and birds.

It isn't in the picture, but off to the left is a humming bird feeder. I've been putting up several feeders  for years, so we get a pretty good amount of humming birds. This is the first year we've had a cat, though.




Give it a few more weeks and all of mine will look like this picture I Googled, lol. So, Kitty-Kitty spies the little humming bird, and starts this odd cry/whimper thing. Now, he's used to the bigger birds like Red Birds and so on, but this little thing just flipped him out.

Our conversation went like this:

Me: See the birdie, Kitty-Kitty? Ohhhh, birdies! Pretty little birdie.

Kitty-Kitty: Meooooooow (Um, yeah, I've got my eye on it.)

Me: Now, don't go messing with my humming birdies! Or any of the birdies. Okay?

Kitty-Kitty: Meeeeow. (*snort* Yeah, right.)

Me: So, whatcha think of the  little birdie?

Kitty-Kitty: Mmmmmmeow. (Snack time.)


Yes, I talk to the cat, lol. One of the humming birds buzzed Kitty-Kitty and he—brave cat that he is—ended up under my feet! Needless to say when the coast was clear he headed for the backdoor wanting inside. Oh man, I laughed till I cried, lol. I love him dearly, but I think we might have missed named him.

Scaredy cat might have been better, lol.

Hope everyone has a wonderful weekend! This is prom weekend for the kiddo, so Saturday is going to be a busy time. My little girl is going to prom *sniff, sniff.*

~M

Wednesday Briefs

Happy Wednesday, guys! These are the prompts for this week: “Hit me with your best shot" or use these alternate prompts: 
unicorn, mandolin, some sort of plant  
or 
"hit or miss" 
or  
"sex on the beach"  
or 
"I thought I knew (fill in the blank), until he/she.... 
or
bartender, math, elephant. 

I’m using hit me with your best shot.  

Shadows in the Night Ch 2
Lightning flashed and the wind howled, slamming into the house. Sheets of rain pelted down. Some people were afraid of thunderstorms, but not Chip. He loved the violence of Mother Nature, the energy released upon the earth. He always felt renewed after a good storm.
That’s not to say he enjoyed the damage that often accompanied such storms. Flipping on a light he unpacked his groceries. Next on the list was finding where his granny hid her flashlights. After a quick look around he found them.
There was no telling how finicky the electricity was in the old house. Looking out the kitchen window he waited. Thunder crashed and lightning streaked across the sky as he counted. The next boom came quickly.
 “It’s real close. Better grab something to eat before I end up eating in the dark.” For a second the backyard was awashed in light. “What—what was that?”
For a split second he thought he saw something—a shadow near the tree line. But that couldn’t be right. Nothing with half a brain in its head would be out roaming around on a night like this.
“Okay, I just succeeded in freaking myself out. Storm’s getting to me.”
Chip fixed something to eat and settled down at the table. There was an old counter top radio in the kitchen which he switched on. After eating he went into his granny’s bed room to find sheets in her dressers. Stumbling across a box, he lifted it out.
“What in the world?”
Opening it he found a treasure trove of pictures, some dating back to the early 1900’s. Dragging his find back to the kitchen he went through the box. One image kept turning up, no matter the time frame. It was of a lean man, nicely muscled as best he could tell, and so sexy he made Chips mouth water.
Some of the pictures were black and white, and very old. So he could only guess at the hair color. But then later, more pictures of a similar man were found, and this one had coal black hair. Problem was, there was no way it could be the same man, unchanged after so much time passed. Unfortunately, he couldn’t tell much more about the guy in the pictures.
After thirty minutes he needed a break. Standing up he stretched, his back complaining. The radio was playing one of his favorite’s songs—Pat Benatar’s Hit Me With Your Best Shot. Boot scooting across the old limuolm floor, ass wiggling, he sang along.
“Fire awaaaaaaay!”
Voice off key, and cowboy boots stomping madly, he gyrated across the floor. There was a reason he only sang when no one was around. Just then there was a loud explosion. The lights flickered, struggled to come back on, then gave up the ghost. Darkness swept through the little house.
“Damn, it just a song. I wasn’t serious.” Chip rolled his eyes as he put his plate in the sink. Glancing up he came face to face with greenish yellow eyes staring at him through the kitchen window.
“Holy hell!” Staggering back, Chip hit the table, the box of photo’s flying. Before he could take another breath the eyes were gone. Heart pounding, he stared at the window. Another boom of thunder, then silence. “What in the—”
A scream rent the air, one that sounded amazingly like a woman screaming. Chip stood stunned. He had heard something like that on the History Channel. He thought it was a Cougar, but there wasn’t any in this area of the country. Or so he thought.
“Good God, what a sound.” One thing was for sure, something had been out there. “Okay, now I’ve really freaked myself out.”
Ten minutes later the little house was blazing with every candle and flash light he could find.
* * * *
Slightly ashamed of himself, but still laughing silently, he moved away from the house. He hadn’t meant to be seen, but the singing had gotten his attention. Wanting a closer look, he braced his paws in the kitchen window and looked in. There was his human dancing in the kitchen, belting out the lyrics to an old song.
Good grief he couldn’t carry a tune, but he’d been fun to watch. Especially the way he shook that fine ass of his. When they made eye contact he immediately retreated, but goaded by some unknown devil, had called out in the rainy night. That probably hadn’t helped matters either, but he wanted the human to know, dammit.
And I probably scared him to death. But damn, he was cute. Now his home is lit up like a Christmas tree. Surely he won’t burn those candles while asleep.
Unable to leave with that thought stuck in his head, he settled down to watch the house.
* * * *
Finally Chip settled down. The storm passing helped calm his nerves. Blowing out the candles he left one flash light burning, casting a soft glow in the bedroom. Stripping, he lay down—and spent the next thirty minutes tossing and turning. Disgusted, he kicked the covers off and grasped his dick.
Spreading his legs open, he stroked from root to tip. On the upswing he ran his thumb over the head of his dick, gathering the leaking precum for much needed lubrication. His other hand toyed with a hard nipple, pinching and rolling it. Twisting his hand as he came up his shaft, he stroke fast for a few minutes, then slow down.
Breathing hard, hips arching, he teased his body. Occasionally he released his shaft to lick at the precum on his fingers or tug on his treasure trail. When he could no longer stand it, he roughly stroked until he came. Head thrown back he moaned as his orgasm rushed through his body, come spurting over his hand. Finally able to sleep, he cleaned his hand off and turned over.
* * * *
Holy shit, that was fucking hot.

~To be continued.
Until next week y’all. Remember to drop by the other Bloggers!
~M 

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Tax Day

Well, it's that time again. I figured we could all use a little pick me up, lol! I hate this time of the year, I swear. I hate having to drive to the tax man's office, then waiting, then have him whip our taxes out in under twenty minutes. And cost me a damn arm and a leg!


So, as the pic says, this is my Tax Day Freebies to ya! LOL. Please enjoy my men in suits for this Tax Day. Since we all have to see or send paperwork to the 'tax man' I thought this was appropriate!



Of course, I just had to put my own little twist on things, lol. This is supposed to be fun! Going to the tax man isn't always fun. ;)


Now, that's more like it! LOLOLOL! Hope everyone comes through the day okay! *Grin* See ya Wednesday.
~M

The Yellow Rope Ch 10

“How the hell do you have enough energy to laugh? And what are you laughing at?”
“If I get that kind of reaction from catching a fish… well, then, I’ll have to see how many I can come up with today.”
Gage’s dick slipped out and he rolled over. “We’re gonna kill each other.”
“Yup,” Luke sighed happily. “Can’t wait.”
“You’re crazy, and I love you, too.”
* * * *
Luke cleaned up while Gage lay on the blanket, watching.
“Man.”
“What?”
Luke threw the wet wipes he had used in a trash bag. “You could’ve pulled out, you know.”
“Yeah, could’ve.” Gage raised an eyebrow as he reached for his drink. “Honestly, didn’t think of it.”
“Next time… try. Try real hard.”
Gage laughed. “Sorry, babe. I don’t know what you’re worried about, though, it’s not like anyone is gonna see you.”
Luke’s mouth fell open. “But—but, you won’t be the one with a wet spot on his ass!”
Gage choked as he swallowed the wrong way. Coughing and spluttering, he reached for a napkin. “Jesus, give a guy some warning next time.”
Luke grinned as he slipped on his jeans and shoes. “Serves you right. And you might want to get dressed; I see some cows making their way over here.”
“Shit. Thought they were in the other pasture.” Gage jumped up. “Where the hell did I throw my jeans? Shit.”
Luke didn’t answer as Gage fumbled around behind him. “Ah, Gage?”
“What? You find my jeans? Found my underwear and tennis shoes.” Gage slipped his tighty whites on. “Dammit to hell, stupid jeans didn’t just walk off.”
“Ah, Gage…”
“And where the hell is my shirt? Did you eat the damn thing, or what?” Gage hopped around on one foot while putting his tennis shoe on.
“If I were you, I’d be more worried about getting my shoes on. And I mean like now, love.” Luke was throwing food in the hamper as fast as he could.
“What’s your problem?”
“Dammit It Man is with them. Seriously, get a move on, dude.” 
Gage, in briefs and tennis shoes, stood frozen. “Do you mean to tell me that insane bull is coming this way? Shit a brick, Luke!”
“Put the truck between us and him… now, Gage!” Luke grabbed Gage by the arm and pulled him towards the truck.
“That fucker hates me!” Gage, half naked, stumbled along behind Luke. “He never goes after you.”
“Oh, believe me, I’m totally aware of that fact.” Luke rolled his eyes. Muttering, he hurried Gage along. “Probably because you’re as bull-headed and dominant as he is.”
“Christ, I’m not even dressed.” Gage snarled, infuriated. The damn bull had literately caught him with his pants down. “And I heard that, you little imp.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah—whatever. You can take it out on my ass when we get home,” Luke said. “Just be glad your underwear isn’t red.”
Luke and Gage postioned themselves at the front of the truck, watching while several heifers wandered by, docile as usual. The big bull slowly followed along, eyeing the humans.
“That’s not funny, Luke.”
“Do you see me laughing?” Luke edged Gage farther around the truck as the bull passed. “Keep the truck between us and him, and he should just keep going. Don’t do anything to piss him off, either.”
“My breathing the same air as him pisses the stupid thing off,” Gage stared at the big bull.
“Then hold your breath and… Oh shit. What’s he doing?” The bull stopped at the end of the truck. There, thrown over the tailgate, were Gage’s jeans. “Huh. How the hell did they get over there?”
“Never mind that, what’s he…? Oh fuck me, is he sniffing my jeans?” Gage slammed his fist down on the hood of the truck, causing the bull to shake his head. “What the hell?”
“No pissing the bull off, Gage!” Luke hissed. “Remember? And I, ah, I… Oh my God.” Luke eyes widened. “No way!”
The bull sniffed the jeans, then snorted. Turning, he backed his ass up to the rear of the truck where Gage’s jeans lay hooked on the tailgate.
“You son of a bitch!” Gage choke out as he and the bull made eye contact. “Don’t you… Fuck!”
Luke bit the inside of his cheek, hard, to keep from laughing. It looked to him the ornery damn thing purposely rubbed its ass back and forth against Gage’s jeans.
“Son of a bitch!” Gage yelled again. “Not my damn jeans, you overgrown piece of steak!”
“Dear God.” Luke mumbled, stunned.
The bull wandered down to the pond, by-passing the chair that had Luke’s stuff around it. Stopping, he sniffed the other chair—Gage’s chair. Off to the side lay Gage’s shirt.
“Don’t you dare,” Gage, fist clenched, snarled. The bull butted Gage’s chair over and lifted his tail.
“Oh sweet Jesus,” Luke said quietly.
“Fuck!”
The bulled side-stepped and pissed, just barely missing Gage’s shirt. Both animal and man glared at one another, then the bull tossed his head. Moving off, he followed the females. Neither Gage nor Luke said anything for a moment.
“Well, guess that proves who has the biggest balls around here.”
Gage turned his head, slowly, his eyes narrow. “Luke…”
Luke, fighting to hide his grin, stepped out from behind the truck. Gage was incensed enough to do something major to his ass, like tie him to the tailgate. “Kidding! Tell you what, why don’t I just gather the rest of our things while you take a moment.”
“Yeah, why don’t you just do that.”
Luke hurried off, a shit-eating grin covering his face… not that Gage couldn’t see him. He nearly swallowed his tongue laughing at the amount of cussing coming from the back of the truck. Gage was holding his jeans and swearing a blue streak. Swear to God, it looked like that bull had meant to piss on Gage’s shirt. Hell, did bulls even do stuff like that? Fifteen minutes later he had everything packed up and the place cleaned up. He’d taken his time so Gage could calm down.
“Ah, is it safe for me to come up there?”
“Yeah, unless you’re still grinning.”
“All grinned out,” Luke said. “Everything is ready to be loaded. I, ah, have your shirt, too.”
“Toss it in something, I am not wearing that. The jeans I have to, but not the damn shirt. And stop grinning. If I have to ride back without a shirt, so do you. So take it off, buddy.”
“Not a problem.” Luke pulled his shirt off.
“Come on, let’s go.” Gage double checked everything in the back of his truck then opened the driver’s door. Luke got in on the other side.  “And go ahead. Holding all that laughter in could give you heartburn. But not one word about a wet spot, Luke, I’m warning you.”
Luke’s lips twitched as they pulled away from the pond. A snicker, then a snort rumbled out of Luke, followed by full belly laughs. Gage rolled his eyes as Luke laughed hysterically, bent over and tears flowing from his eyes. His laughter echoed behind them as they drove off, and one very big bull shook his head, an evil gleam in his eye.
After they got home both unpacked and showered. Gage, of course, couldn’t wait to change clothes. They spent the rest of the night watching movies and went to bed early. Tomorrow was Monday and Luke’s last day off.
~M

TGI Friday

TGI Friday
Hey y’all! Welcome to TGI Friday. Another work week is done, and we survived. Or maybe some of you are thinking everyone else at work survived, LOL!!! God knows, I’ve had weeks like that. And speaking of the work place… I thought I’d do something a tad different today.


 A buddy on Twitter said today he just got hired, and it was his dream job. That got me to thinking. Yeah, yeah, yeah… now we know where all that smoke is coming from, lol. But seriously, isn’t that what we all want? To work at our dream job; and to get paid to work at our dream job, lol?
My twitter buddy is now a store manager at a men’s shoe store. Another FB buddy said hers would be to own a craft store. She likes to make stuff. Another FB buddy said her dream would be to own a book store, she likes books. Someone else said they would like to be a junior high librarian.
And every author I have spoken to has said the same thing—writing is their dream job... Even when they feel like screaming when their Muse is being coy or flat out gone on vacation! So many said they wish they could quit their ‘day’ job and write full time.




My daughter is in choir, has been since 4th grade. Next year she graduates, and she is still saying she wants to be a high school music teacher after all these years. The hubby said he’d love to get paid to fish! Okay, that didn’t come as a big shock to me, lol. Kitty-Kitty has his dream job already… keeping me on track. *Wink*
And me? Well, I guess I’m lucky. I’ve had one dream job already. I loved teaching the little guys. Seeing their face’s light up when they finally got a concept that had been troubling them—well, I felt complete. Like I had done something worthwhile. And I’ve been lucky enough, twice now in my life, to have that feeling again with writing. As I’ve said before—when one door closes, another opens.



LOL. I just love that. ;) Make it Coke instead of coffee, and that’s me all the way! Hope everyone has a wonderful weekend!

~M

Wednesday Briefs

  
Happy Wednesday, guys! I've joined the Wednesday Briefers! These are the prompts for this week: "It was a dark and stormy night"  
Or the alternative prompts are: candy, crow, a length of rope or "When I saw his/her eyes, I just knew that..." or French kiss, French fry, third French object of your choice or penguin, ventriloquist, rapier or "Are you glad to see me or is that a (fill in the blank) in your pocket?"  

Shadows in the Night Ch 1
Papers were signed, keys handed over and hands were pump in congratulatory handshakes. The house was officially his lock, stock and barrel.
"When do you plan to move in, Mr. Sawyer?" the realtor asked.
"I'm going over today and see what I want to keep. I arranged for the lights, gas and water to be turned on, also." Chip walked out of the office with the agent. He'd given up on getting the realtor to call him by his first name.
"Good, good. Your grandma was a real stand up lady."
"Yeah, she was. Thanks." Chip unlocked his truck, grateful the meeting was over.
"Well, let us know if there's anything else we can do for you."
"Will do. I think I'm going to head over there now."
The last month had been a nightmare. Two weeks ago the global shipping company he worked for downsized. His job in middle management was just another causality hacked to pieces by the ax the economy was wielding with such deadly accuracy. He had tried to find another job; resumes had been sent out and a few friends tagged to see if there were any openings at their companies. Nothing. In the meantime, he cut back as much as possible. His rent wasn't ungodly high and his truck was paid off. 
Added to his worries was his grandmother's declining health. The last visit, six weeks ago, had prompted him to call his witch of a mother and let her know things weren't good. That phone conversation ended in the usual way: Chip pissed and his mother still cold as ever.
Not long after Chip received a call from his grandmother's lawyer. His grandmother had died in her sleep. He wasn't surprised. The surprise came later when the lawyer informed him she'd left Chip her house and a small fortune. Dazed, he spent the next week dealing with funeral arrangements. His mother, unsurprisingly, didn't attend the funeral.
* * * *
"And here we are—home sweet home."
As awful as it sounded, the timing couldn't have been better. Still unable to find a job, and due to sign his lease again, he was at his wits end when he received the call. The money left to him would be enough to last a lifetime, if he was careful. The place was perfect for him, too. It was located on three acres of land that backed up to a large lake, surround by woods, and away from the hustle and bustle of life. It was exactly what he dreamed of when he thought of buying a house. The small town she lived near was quaint and friendly.
It was paradise.
Chip sat in the truck staring at what was now his. Stepping from the truck he inspected the outside. The house was in need of a good paint job, the bushes in front needed to be trimmed and the flower beds were in dire need of weeding. There would be work needed on the inside, too, and he couldn't wait to start. He might've sat at a desk during the day, but he loved working with his hands. So much so several of his friends called him Mr. Fix-It.
"Okay, let's see what there is to see." He had big plans for the place.
The house was built over two hundred years ago, but kept in good shape. Mainly the changes needed were cosmetic. New floors in the kitchen, new counter tops, tearing down wall paper, and painting. The bones of the house were good.
Several hours later he sat down in the den with a to-do list and a growling stomach. "Dammit, I should've stopped by the grocery store."
Grabbing his keys he walked outside. The late evening sky reminded Chip of a healing bruise, dark angry blues, violent purples and sickly greens. Clearly it was going to be a dark and stormy night.
"Lord, let me get back before this breaks loose." Chip backed up, and as he turned his truck around, his lights flashed across an animal in the woods. Yellow eyes stared at him, then disappeared.
"Huh, wonder what that was? Deer, maybe?" He drove down the gravel driveway to the main road, eyes searching. Last thing he needed was to hit a damn animal.
* * * *
A shadow separated from the woods, moving closer to the house. Greenish-yellow eyes tracked the taillights of the truck. A nimble leap, and the creature padded across the front porch. His sensitive nose picked up the new scent.
He's back, and from the looks of it, to stay.
The brief glimpse he had of the man hinted at his identity. That dark auburn hair, lithe body that moved with such grace… He was curious if the human had the same moss green eyes as the grandmother.
Bet he does.
Backing up to the pillar, he marked his territory. This human was his.
* * * *
The winds flung trash around in the parking lot as Chip left the grocery store. Just as he pulled in front of his house, the rain came with a vengeance. Hurrying to the front door, he fumbled with his keys.
"Oh, for God's sake." The rain was coming down in buckets now. "Open, dammit. And Jesus, what's that smell? A herd of cats take a piss around here?"
Throwing the door open, Chip stumbled through, kicking it shut behind him.
~To be continued.
Remember to drop by the other Bloggers! Ashlynn Monroe m/f Michael Mandrake m/m Nephylim m/m Lily Sawyer m/m Sara York m/m Victoria Blisse m/f AJ Jarrett m/m Elyzabeth VaLey m/f Julie Lynn Hayes m/m MC Houle m/m


Until next week y'all.
~M

The Yellow Rope ch 9

Hey guys! I usually post my short stories on a Tuesday, but I'm changing things up, lol. (Oh no, I'm at it again!!!) I joined a flash group that does something called Wednesday Briefs. I'll be putting the badge picture that goes with this group up shortly, too.

So, The Yellow Rope is nearly done, and I'll be doing a serial story for this flash group that will post on Wednesday. There'll be links at the end so y'all can visit the others in the group doing this. :) I'm really excited, it looks like it'll be fun, lol!

~M

~~~~~

"We are not sleeping on the couch, babe." Gage swung Luke into his arms, something he didn't do often because Luke said it made him feel weak. "And no bitching."


"I'm not saying a damn word this time," Luke sighed as he rested his head on Gage's shoulder. "Although how the hell you have the energy is beyond me."
"Desperation. I am not sleeping on the couch." Gage staggered into the bedroom and dropped Luke on the bed.


"Not your most graceful move," Luke said as he bounced once, then curled up.
"Got your ass in here, though." Gage fell down on the bed by Luke and curled around him. He barely had the strength to cover them with the blanket before they were both snoring.

* * * *

The morning sun filtered through the blinds. Swimming up through the fog, Luke opened his eyes. Gage spooned him, an arm tossed over his chest, gently snoring in his ear while his morning wood poked Luke's ass. Content and warm, he listened to Gage's breathing. It had been a while since he could just lie there and enjoy the quietness of the morning, his lover holding him close. God, how he had missed this.

Finally natured called and he slipped out of bed. After taking care of business, he washed his hands. Leaning against the door, he watched Gage. The sheet was pulled down, showing his chest. Now on his back, with one hand thrown out against Luke's pillow and the other one on his stomach, Gage snored on. Luke grinned, Gage must really have been tired last night. Slipping on a pair of boxers, he made his way downstairs. He was head-first in the refrigerator when a hand smacked his ass.
"Hey!"
"Hey back," Gage laughed, then patted the sting from Luke's ass.
Luke grabbed two drinks and straightened up. Turning, he faced Gage, then burst out laughing.
Scowling, Gage backed Luke into the kitchen table. "What's so funny?"
"Have you looked in the mirror this morning? It looks like you stuck your finger in a socket. Man, you have some serious bed head going on there."
"And you find that funny?" Seeing that Luke had both hands occupied, he grabbed a hand full of dick and squeezed gently. "Don't you dare put those drinks down, either."
"Ah jeez, Gage!"
"So, you think I look funny, huh?" Gage pulled Luke's dick out through the opening in his boxers, grinning. "Don't hear much laughter now, babe."
"Did I say bed head? I meant… I meant… shit, I can't think with you squeezing my dick."
Gage let Luke go, satisfied he had made his point. "I know."
Luke snorted, then hugged Gage. "But you're still the sexiest man I've ever seen, bed head or not."
"Nice save, babe." Gage kissed Luke's neck. "So, what were you doing before I interrupted you?"
"Just looking to see what we had for breakfast. You hungry?"
Well, yeah," Gage said, scratching himself. "But I was thinking we could eat light, then maybe spend the day fishing at your parent's pond. We could bring a lunch with us and eat there. What do you think?"
"Sounds like a great idea."
"Tell you what, I'll fix us some oatmeal while you call your mom and let her know what we have planned. Deal?"
"Deal. And thanks, that sounds like a great way to spend the day."
Luke wandered off, hunting his cell. Minutes later Gage could hear him talking to his mom. As he fixed the bowls of oatmeal, he heard Luke asking if they could fish. Just as the microwave dinged, Luke walked back in the kitchen.
"Perfect timing, breakfast is ready. Have a seat."
"Cool. Mom said they would be gone all day, but feel free to go on out there." Luke looked around, then frowned. "Damn, I left my drink in the den. Be right back."
Luke hurried out of the kitchen, missing the grin that spread over Gage's face. "So, no one will be around, huh? Good to know."
* * * *
After breakfast, Gage showered while Luke fixed them a lunch to take to the pond. A half-smile tugged Luke's lips; pond wasn't really the right word for the thing. It was the size of two football fields. There were mature trees all over so there was plenty of shade, and it was miles away from anyone. Even his parent's home was set a good distance from it. Even though they weren't out in the middle of nowhere, it felt like there wasn't another soul around for miles.
Luke took a quick shower while Gage ran to Walmart to pick up some bait. He had just slipped his tennis shoes on when Gage returned. They loaded the truck and left. Forty five minutes later they were at the pond, a blanket spread out and the cooler set in the shade.

"Happy, babe?"
"Oh man, yeah. It just doesn't get any better, Gage. I'm glad you thought of this."
"Well, you deserved it after all that's been going on." Gage ruffled Luke's hair as he pulled up a lawn chair. "I have to say, I haven't see you this relaxed in a while."
"You've made sure of it. And you're right, I needed this, and you, very badly. I feel great now." Luke was kicked back in the chair. "And I have to say… shit, I got a nibble! Yeah, yeah, I got… whoa!"
Luke jumped up from his chair. He'd fixed his pole for catfish, and from the feel of it, he had a good-sized one. He jerked the pole up, setting the hook. And the fight was on.
"Oh my God, it's gotta be huge, Gage! Damn," Luke fought the fish, trying to reel it in, "it's trying to pull me in!"
"Don't let it get away." Gage sat in his chair, watching Luke fight the fish.
"Get away? Damn thing may be hauling me in. I may end up on some cave wall!"
Gage laughed as Luke finally dragged the thing up on the bank. "Nice size, even if it is a little on the small side."
"Ha! Says the man who has caught nothing. Okay, admire my catch, then I'm going to release it."
Gage waited until Luke released the fish, then stood up. Smirking, he walked over to where Luke was wiping his hands, grabbed Luke by the collar of his shirt, turned, and walked to the blanket, dragging Luke behind him.
"Oh look, I've caught something!"
"What are you doing?" Luke, laughing, followed along.
"About to admire my catch." Gage tugged Luke down onto the blanket.
"What?"
"Strip."
"Oh man, Gage… Okay, okay, stripping!"
The hot, sexy look in Gage's eyes had Luke peeling off his clothes quickly. The warm air brushed against his body, making him shiver in the heat. His dick stood straight up, the damn thing, as if begging for attention.
"Hands and knees. Ass in the air, babe."
Which Luke knew, translated, meant he was about to be fucked hard and fast. Turning his head he watched Gage unearth some lube from the cooler. Oh damn, that shit was gonna be cold. He braced as Gage stripped and settled behind him. Fingers covered in—sure enough— cold lube teased his hole. One finger worked its way in and curled looking for his hot spot.
"Gonna be fast," Gage panted.
"Yeah," Luke moaned as Gage nailed his prostate.  He hissed, feeling the cold from the lube. "Oh God, right there!"
Another finger slipped in, and the two worked to stretch him. Gage slapped his ass, earning another moan from Luke as cool fingers wrapped around his dick, stroking fast. The sun beat down on their naked bodies, sweat covering them both as Gage worked another finger inside.
The guardian muscle loosened, and Gage all but growled as he released Luke's dick so he could slick himself up. Luke would come, but only by being fucked; he was determined Luke would scream for him. He wanted to hear the echo around them as he pleasured his lover. Holding Luke's hips, he positioned himself.
"Ready?"
"Fuck yes!"
Gage slammed home, burying himself to the hilt as Luke arched his back. A startled yelp had him waiting, the need to move biting him hard. Panting, swearing up a storm, Luke hissed for him to get to it. With a choked laughed, he did as he was told. Hips pistoning, he rode Luke hard, giving his lover all he had.
Sweat dripped in his eyes as Luke's channel squeezed his dick. Luke pushed back, slamming against Gage as hard as he could. There was nothing sweet about this. Finally, with a sharp scream, Luke came. Come fountained out in front of him as Gage continued to stroke, teeth gritted.
"Come in me, Gage. Give it to me…" Luke struggled to stay up as Gage pounded his ass. "Love ya, babe."
Gage threw his head back, Luke's words triggering his orgasm. With a scream of his own he filled Luke as white lights blinked at him, his head swimming. With a gasp, he fell against Luke and both of them sank to the blanket. Gasping, Luke giggled under Gage.
"How the hell do you have enough energy to laugh? And what are you laughing at?"
"If I get that kind of reaction from catching a fish… well, then, I'll have to see how many I can come up with today."
Gage's dick slipped out and he rolled over. "We're gonna kill each other."
"Yup," Luke sighed happily. "Can't wait."
"You're crazy, and I love you, too."
~M

Happy Easter Sunday!

Rules of Chocolate Easter Eggs


If you get melted chocolate all over your hands, you're eating it too slowly.

Chocolate covered raisins, cherries, orange slices and strawberries all count as fruit, so eat as many as you want.



Diet tip: Eat an Easter egg before each meal.  It'll take the edge off your appetite, and that way you'll eat less.

If you can't eat all your chocolate, it will keep in the freezer. But if you can't eat all your chocolate, what's wrong with you?






If calories are an issue, store your chocolate on top of the fridge. Calories are afraid of heights, and they will jump out of the chocolate to protect themselves.



Chocolate has many preservatives. Preservatives make you look younger.  
The problem: How to get two pounds of chocolate eggs home from the store in a hot car.
The solution: Eat the eggs in the car park.

Why is there no such organization as Chocoholics Anonymous?
Because no one wants to quit.



Money talks. Chocolate sings. 




 Hope everyone has a Happy Easter!

~M
  

Quick Note

Hey guys!
There's a blog hop going on over Easter if anyone is interested. I'm not in this one, but I will be in the one for May. It's a good way to find new authors, enter contest and maybe win a prize! LOL, I've done a few of the blogs in the hop so far and entered some of the contests.
Go to Blog Hop Central and you can go from there! Man, there are so many to check out, lol!
~M
 

TGI Friday

Hey guys! First off I want to say sorry I've MIA lately. The hubby's gramps passed away Monday after 97 years of a long and happy life. Things have been crazy for the past few days—making sure the kiddo's had something the wear, making sure the hubby had something to wear, lol, calls from his family... and he took off from work, too. Most of ya know when he's home I don't work much—he works crazy hours and that's our 'together' time. So yeah, been wild around here lately, lol.

So the funeral was yesterday, and out-of-state. We left early in the morning and got back really late last night. Kitty-Kitty was not happy with being left here alone all day. It dawned on me last night he's never been left here all day by himself since he showed up last October. When we shut the car off in the garage last night we could hear him crying... from inside the house! And we were still in the car! Did I mention he really was not happy, lol???

Now onto TGIF, lol! Since it's Good Friday, I thought we'd do something a little sweet for today. I have some pics I plan to post Easter Sunday, too. Hope everyone had a good work week, and a good Easter weekend. Now... lol, bring on the boys, lol...

~M