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August 21, 2012
Happy Faery Release Day!
The Faery Truth, my new release is available TODAY!
ARe:https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-thefaerytruth-917155-140.htmlBookstrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/node/838584Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/Faery-Truth-Tonawanda-Tales-ebook/dp/B008Z27EYA/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1345565968&sr=8-1&keywords=The+Faery+Truth
Here's the blurb and cover (let's hope it all comes through like it's supposed to):
When Eeirena is summoned by her brother Eeian for help regarding his mate, Thomas, she is at first resentful that he has found the man he is destined to be with. But when she begins to have visions and dreams about her own mate, who lives in the human realm, Eeirena searches high and low for a solution. Finally finding the answer she races through the veil, where she collides with her brother Eeian, closing off the veil to anyone wanting to enter and limiting those who want to leave to other locations. Eeirena also comes through the veil as a man and becomes Eeiren, something he always felt he was meant to be.
Philip Sands enjoyed his job as a manager at McDonald's. He enjoyed the home he owned in Tonawanda. He didn't enjoy being single and alone and dreaming about the man of his dreams. So when Eeiren steps into his store, Philip finds himself instantly smitten and desperate for the man he's been dreaming about for a long time.
But when Philip finds out Eeiren's many secrets: that he's Fae, royalty, a Seer and used to be a woman, will he be able to handle it or will he reject his mate, thereby putting Eeiren's life at risk? Or will he realize that in the end all that matters is that Eeiren is living his truth? And when secrets are revealed about Philip's own past, will he be able to handle the information his own parents kept from him and will that affect him taking his place at Eeiren's side as they continue to search for the people responsible for abducting paranormals, supernaturals, and magicals and selling them off?
And it has a 20% discount at ARe and Bookstrand until the 31st. So go! Go and get it!!!
W00T!
Happy Faery Release Day!
The Faery Truth, my new release is available TODAY!
ARe:https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-thefaerytruth-917155-140.htmlBookstrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/node/838584Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/Faery-Truth-Tonawanda-Tales-ebook/dp/B008Z27EYA/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1345565968&sr=8-1&keywords=The+Faery+Truth
Here's the blurb and cover (let's hope it all comes through like it's supposed to):
When Eeirena is summoned by her brother Eeian for help regarding his mate, Thomas, she is at first resentful that he has found the man he is destined to be with. But when she begins to have visions and dreams about her own mate, who lives in the human realm, Eeirena searches high and low for a solution. Finally finding the answer she races through the veil, where she collides with her brother Eeian, closing off the veil to anyone wanting to enter and limiting those who want to leave to other locations. Eeirena also comes through the veil as a man and becomes Eeiren, something he always felt he was meant to be.
Philip Sands enjoyed his job as a manager at McDonald's. He enjoyed the home he owned in Tonawanda. He didn't enjoy being single and alone and dreaming about the man of his dreams. So when Eeiren steps into his store, Philip finds himself instantly smitten and desperate for the man he's been dreaming about for a long time.
But when Philip finds out Eeiren's many secrets: that he's Fae, royalty, a Seer and used to be a woman, will he be able to handle it or will he reject his mate, thereby putting Eeiren's life at risk? Or will he realize that in the end all that matters is that Eeiren is living his truth? And when secrets are revealed about Philip's own past, will he be able to handle the information his own parents kept from him and will that affect him taking his place at Eeiren's side as they continue to search for the people responsible for abducting paranormals, supernaturals, and magicals and selling them off?
And it has a 20% discount at ARe and Bookstrand until the 31st. So go! Go and get it!!!
W00T!
August 17, 2012
Pre-Order The Faery Truth
My newest release, The Faery Truth, is available for pre-order on ARe and Bookstrand:
https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-thefaerytruth-917155-140.html
http://www.bookstrand.com/the-faery-truth
I'm nervous about this one. This is the first book that I finished after I went blind so I've got my fingers crossed. But go and buy it!
Here's the cover, blurb and an excerpt for you:
When Eeirena is summoned by her brother Eeian for help regarding his mate, Thomas, she is at first resentful that he has found the man he is destined to be with. But when she begins to have visions and dreams about her own mate, who lives in the human realm, Eeirena searches high and low for a solution. Finally finding the answer she races through the veil, where she collides with her brother Eeian, closing off the veil to anyone wanting to enter and limiting those who want to leave to other locations. Eeirena also comes through the veil as a man and becomes Eeiren, something he always felt he was meant to be.
Philip Sands enjoyed his job as a manager at McDonald's. He enjoyed the home he owned in Tonawanda. He didn't enjoy being single and alone and dreaming about the man of his dreams. So when Eeiren steps into his store, Philip finds himself instantly smitten and desperate for the man he's been dreaming about for a long time.
But when Philip finds out Eeiren's many secrets: that he's Fae, royalty, a Seer and used to be a woman, will he be able to handle it or will he reject his mate, thereby putting Eeiren's life at risk? Or will he realize that in the end all that matters is that Eeiren is living his truth? And when secrets are revealed about Philip's own past, will he be able to handle the information his own parents kept from him and will that affect him taking his place at Eeiren's side as they continue to search for the people responsible for abducting paranormals, supernaturals, and magicals and selling them off?
Excerpt:
“Philip? Philip, can you wake up please?” Eeiran’s voice pulled me up from the sweet vestiges of sleep I was in where I made love to him fiercely and passionately all night long without stopping.
“Whu—Huh?” I winced at the harsh, raspy sound of my voice as I slowly woke up. I needed to try and not scream when making love with Eeiran. It was hell on my vocal chords.
I stretched and slowly blinked my eyes open, expecting to find Eeiran laying on the bed right in front of me. I was slightly disappointed to find him sitting up in the bed instead, staring at me and nibbling on his bottom lip nervously.
“Fuck, you’re so cute,” I muttered.
Eeiran blushed and pushed his left hand through his hair as his right hand fiddled with the edge of the sheet spread over his lap. “Cute?” he whispered the question to me, and it made my heart melt just a little more.
Leaning up, I kissed him gently, not caring about his morning breath or mine as our lips touched and a frisson of desire zipped its way through my body. I could see myself doing this every morning, waking up to Eeiran’s face, his hesitant smile, black hair mussed from our exuberant lovemaking the night before and blue eyes gleaming as he looked at me. A hazy image of Eeiran appeared before my eyes then. He looked almost like a woman, a striking woman with handsome features and then the hazy image faded and I saw another image of Eeiran, this one was pregnant and smiling at me.
What. The. Fuck?
My mind had obviously been fried by all of the hot sex from the night before, because I didn’t often spend my time imagining men as women, and I definitely didn’t sit around imagining men getting pregnant. I guess I should be happy the sex was so fucking amazing the night before it was making me crazy today right? I lifted my hands to my eyes and rubbed them furiously.
“Maybe I just need a shower. Or coffee. Definitely coffee,” I muttered.
“Why? What happened?” Eeiran’s voice sounded desperate and I peeked through my spread fingers at him.
“Nothing, baby, I’m just seeing stuff. I looked at you and you looked almost like a woman, you know? And then you were pregnant. It was insane!” I chuckled, fully expecting Eeiran to join me in my amusement. Him bursting in tears was so not what I expected.
“Oh gods above. I wanted to tell you before we got to this place. Before you saw it yourself, you know? But how do you tell someone something like that?” His words were frantic and I lowered my eyebrows in confusion.
“Tell me what?” I reached out to pull Eeiran into my arms in an effort to soothe him when dark markings on my left shoulder caught my attention. “What the hell?”
Leaving a sobbing Eeiran on the bed, I rushed over to the mirror and saw the new, perfectly formed tattoo on my shoulder. He’d marked me? He’d given me a fucking tattoo and I slept through it? How the hell did that happen? What kind of psycho had I wound up in bed with? This was absolutely insane. No. No. I refused to believe that Eeiran was crazy and had given me a tattoo while I was sleeping. He wouldn’t do that. Besides, if he was crazy, Thomas or Steven would have told me. Wouldn’t they have?
As I continued to look over my skin, I noticed two healing marks, close together underneath my ear. I leaned closer to the mirror, squinting my eyes as I tried to figure out what they were. Needle marks? Puncture wounds?
“They’re bite marks,” Eeiran sniffled from the bed and I turned to look at him.
“You bit me?” Why the hell was my voice so soft? I should have yelled that question, not whispered it like I was scared. I wasn’t scared. I was bigger than Eeiran. Twice his size, muscled—there was no reason for me to be afraid of him, I was intimidating to the bravest of men. Right then, however, all of my internal organs were quivering in fear.
“I had to.”
I stared at Eeiran in shock. Had he honestly just said what I thought he just said with a straight face? Maybe Thomas and Steven didn’t know Eeiran was crazy? Although how someone would hide this amount of crazy was astounding to me.
“You had to. You had to? What are you, some kind of vampire or something?” I was aware that my laugh then was slightly hysterical, but there was nothing I could do about it. I felt like I was going crazy. Maybe Eeiran was a special brand of crazy, the kind that was contagious.
“No. I’m not a vampire. I’m a faery,” Eeiran whispered before lifting his eyes and pulling back his top lip allowing me to see his teeth. Hiding among his pearly whites were two fangs. Two real fangs.
“Holy FUCK!” I yelled as I stumbled backwards into the dresser behind me. Eeiran jumped out of bed completely naked and my eyes—damn them—took a moment to appreciate the physical beauty of my lover. My Fae lover. Holy fuck he was a faery!
I began laughing hysterically then.
“Philip? Philip are you okay?” Eeiran asked as he stepped close to me.
“You’re a faery!” I snorted and fell to my knees laughing, my arms wrapped around my waist as tears streamed down my face.
“Um… yes, I am,” Eeiran’s voice sounded hesitant and slightly fearful. “Are you going crazy?”
His question made me laugh harder, and I fell to my side as I felt my firm grasp on reality slowly starting to slip out of my mental grasp. If Eeiran was a faery, something which was a big reality, then what else existed out there? Vampires? Elves? Werewolves?
I snorted again. Right. Werewolves were real and they had real jobs and everything. An image of shape-shifting cowboys flashed in my mind and I screamed in laughter. I had officially lost my mind. Shape-shifting cowboys? Really? Why didn’t I just take it a step further and make President Obama an angel trapped in a human’s body? That was completely feasible.
My laughter had finally eased off and I sat up. Leaning against my dresser I looked up at Eeiran, who stared at me in hesitation. What happened now? Was he going to eat me? Turn me into a toad? What exactly did faeries do anyway?
“Explain.” Smooth, Philip, real smooth.
“Ummm… what do you want me to explain?” Eeiran asked me.
“All of it. The tattoo, the bite marks, the fact that you’re a FUCKING FAERY!”
Eeiran winced as I shouted at him and I felt a flash of remorse, but it didn’t last long. He’d lied to me. Maybe not deliberately, but it was a lie of omission and those were just as bad.
“The tattoo and the bite mark are because you’re my mate. I had to bite you to start the bonding. I couldn’t help it, it’s instinctual. The tattoo forms once the bonding is in place,” Eeiran began explaining, and I held up my hand to stop him.
“I’m your what?” I would focus on that part first.
“My mate. The other half of me. My fated partner, created just for me by the gods to complement me and to spend eternity with me.”
I yelled out angrily and pushed up to my feet. Hell. No. I didn’t even know Eeiran, this faery person, and now he was telling me that we were destined to spend the rest of our lives together? He was nuts. I was nuts for sleeping with him.
Adult Excerpt:
Philip walked back into the dining room and I smiled up at him as he held out his hand to me. Putting my hand in his much larger, calloused one, I rose to my feet and felt myself being jerked forward into his arms. I collided against his chest with an oomph and barely had time to breathe before my lips were taken in a hard, bruising kiss. I didn’t have time to think because Philip’s hands were on my ass, squeezing and caressing the globes there. I’d been extremely happy that the bubble butt that had suited me so well as a woman still existed on my male body. Glad to know that, for the most part, I was still me.
That was the last coherent thought I had before my brain short-circuited as one of Philip’s hands went to the front of my black slacks to flick open the button there and slide down my zipper. I moaned into his mouth as his fingers squeezed my throbbing erection tightly and my hips thrust forward. I lifted my hands up into his hair and shivered as the strands wrapped around my fingers as if to keep me from ever leaving the heat of Philip’s body. Philip’s hands pushed down my boxer briefs—what an amazing piece of cloth they were as well, I felt like all of my private parts were wrapped in a snug, soft piece of heaven—and my slacks, without breaking our kiss.
His hands on my ass, lifting me up in the air as I kicked off my shoes, slacks and boxer briefs, were like heaven. I wrapped my legs around his waist and whimpered happily as he lifted me up onto the dining room table. I heard the buttons on my black button down shirt rip as Philip divested me of the silk item Thomas had recently bought for me. I bit down gently on Philip’s bottom lip and pulled slightly, thrilling at the groan he gave me. When I released his lip from my teeth we both froze for a moment. Only the sounds of our panting filled the room. Though the distant noises of a usual Tonawanda night—the off-key singer over at Club 55 singing Cee-Lo’s Fuck You—could be heard even at Philip’s place, the drunken revelry sounded muted. They were the sounds of humanity, and to me, in this place, staring up into Philip’s eyes, they were the bass beat to the song of our lovemaking, with its own dominant chords, high C’s, and harmonies.
I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, allowing the sound of it all, this fated moment, the rapid thumping of Philip’s heart, in sync with my own, to trail over my skin. My cock throbbed along with the beat, and when I lifted my head and opened my eyes, I saw the sharp emerald gaze of my future lover staring back into my own. His chest rose and fell rapidly, and I could feel the lust inside of me ignite brighter and hotter and my second sight kicked in at the same time as Philip’s frantic need to possess me. There was something about being naked while he was still clothed that was erotic and naughty, but it was so much better when I ripped open his own button down shirt as he quickly yanked down his pants.
The fires of our mating blazed red now, swirling around us, filling the room and making us hotter. I needed to feel him in me. I didn’t care if it hurt, all I knew was that I yearned for him. I ached to feel him pounding his way inside of me.
“I need you, Philip. Now. Please.” The first words I’d spoken since we’d kissed and they were a plea for him to take me. To claim me. It was fitting.
My hands smoothed their way up over his lightly furred chest as he growled low in his throat. His green eyes darkened as he stared at me and with a flash, his hand reached up for the back of my head and his fingers buried themselves in the shorter, but still longish and thick, black locks. He yanked my head back and lowered his lips to my throat, biting down hard on the side of my neck, pulling the abused flesh into his lips with a hard sucking motion, and I imagined the feel of his mouth on my cock and I trembled. I knew I would bare a mark on my neck when he was done, but if the contented whimpers he was making were anything to go by, it was all worth it.
Philip’s other hand reached out to grab the bottle of oil that was still on the table and he knelt down between my legs. This part I understood. I knew what happened next. Spreading my legs, I tilted my head back and struggled to clear the haze from my brain so that I could detach myself from the entire process. While living as a female Fae, having sex was always enjoyable up until the point of penetration because it was then that the feeling of complete wrongness seemed to settle within me. Now I knew why, but old habits were hard to break.
As if sensing my hesitation, nervousness and possible withdrawal, Philip’s fingers, now coated with oil, rubbed and pressed on the tightly puckered entrance of my ass even as his mouth descended on the furiously red head of my cock, which was leaking copious amounts of pre-cum onto the flat planes of my abdomen.
“Oh. Oh! Gods alive. Nnngghh uuunngghh,” I moaned and began babbling as Philip’s mouth and tongue worked wonders on my cock. His tongue lightly traced around the head of my prick even as his mouth sucked on the shaft furiously, as if he were determined to suck all the cum from my body.
Philip pressed one finger in my hole and the muscles in my ass tensed then relaxed as he paused to allow me to adjust to the one finger and began bobbing his head up and down my cock. I became lost in the amazing feelings of my cock in his mouth and his fingers in my ass as one finger became two and two fingers became three. I was spinning out of control in my desire for him, my yearning to have him within me, and I didn’t know whether to thrust up, to embed my cock more fully in his mouth or to press down and impale his fingers more firmly in my ass.
Philip’s fingers turned slightly as he began thrusting the three fingers in and out of my ass faster, deeper, harder, and grazed over something inside of my ass that was so amazing I saw a bright flash of white before my vision exploded in bright neon colors.
“HOLY FUCK!”
Philip’s chuckle around my cock as I exploded with the profanity sent tremors through my entire body as his fingers continued to graze the spot of pure nirvana in my ass.
“C’mon, baby. Give it to me,” he ordered as he lifted his mouth from dick.
“Give. You. What?” I panted out. Then I felt it. A tingle at the base of my spine. It wrapped itself around my spinal column and shot up into my brain before exploding throughout my entire body. It was fire and ice, thunder and lightning, electricity and heat—gods, so much heat—as I slammed my head back against the table under me and screamed out Philip’s name at the top of my lungs. I couldn’t tell if the brilliant lights exploding behind my closed lids came from the hard knock my brain had just sustained, or if it was from the terrifying, all-consuming orgasm that ripped my body apart and turned it inside out.
Just when I didn’t think it could get any better, I became distantly aware of Philip collecting my cum and spreading it over his cock. His hand trembled slightly as he pressed the head of his cock into my relaxed ass. I groaned simultaneously with him as he slowly pressed into my ass until he bottomed out. Once he was fully seated inside of me, I looked up at him with new eyes. Having sex had never felt like this to me before. Not once. My body felt so full, and I felt so complete and whole as Philip slowly dragged his cock out of my chute before pressing back into me slowly. I moaned and clutched his head as he slowly and tenderly began to fuck me. My legs, which had been resting on the table, lifted to wrap around his waist as he pulled me to the edge of the table and his thrusts began to speed up slightly.
As the head of his cock grazed over the piece of nirvana in my ass, I felt my spent cock begin to stir and grow hard again. I knew I had a quick recovery time, but this was short even for me.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so tight and gorgeous,” Philip’s voice was raspy as his hips slowed and he began to stroke his cock slowly in my ass again. He rolled his hips and I whined his name. My mate was a fucking god. As if he could sense my complete surrender to the wonder that was his cock, Philip’s rhythm sped up once again and he began to drive his cock in and out of my ass hard and fast.
I felt the table moving, the legs scraping across the floor as Philip fucked my ass like a wild beast. The snarls, growls and whimpers coming from the both of us adding accuracy to the statement.
“Shitshitshitshitshitshit,” Philip panted out, and I knew he was close to coming as his rhythm grew frenzied and choppy. Not to be outdone, my own orgasm rapidly approached and like Olympic synchronized swimmers, we both fell headlong into our orgasms, our voices shouting to the heavens as we exploded into each other’s arms, becoming reformed as one as we descended back to Earth.
https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-thefaerytruth-917155-140.html
http://www.bookstrand.com/the-faery-truth
I'm nervous about this one. This is the first book that I finished after I went blind so I've got my fingers crossed. But go and buy it!
Here's the cover, blurb and an excerpt for you:
When Eeirena is summoned by her brother Eeian for help regarding his mate, Thomas, she is at first resentful that he has found the man he is destined to be with. But when she begins to have visions and dreams about her own mate, who lives in the human realm, Eeirena searches high and low for a solution. Finally finding the answer she races through the veil, where she collides with her brother Eeian, closing off the veil to anyone wanting to enter and limiting those who want to leave to other locations. Eeirena also comes through the veil as a man and becomes Eeiren, something he always felt he was meant to be.
Philip Sands enjoyed his job as a manager at McDonald's. He enjoyed the home he owned in Tonawanda. He didn't enjoy being single and alone and dreaming about the man of his dreams. So when Eeiren steps into his store, Philip finds himself instantly smitten and desperate for the man he's been dreaming about for a long time.
But when Philip finds out Eeiren's many secrets: that he's Fae, royalty, a Seer and used to be a woman, will he be able to handle it or will he reject his mate, thereby putting Eeiren's life at risk? Or will he realize that in the end all that matters is that Eeiren is living his truth? And when secrets are revealed about Philip's own past, will he be able to handle the information his own parents kept from him and will that affect him taking his place at Eeiren's side as they continue to search for the people responsible for abducting paranormals, supernaturals, and magicals and selling them off?
Excerpt:
“Philip? Philip, can you wake up please?” Eeiran’s voice pulled me up from the sweet vestiges of sleep I was in where I made love to him fiercely and passionately all night long without stopping.
“Whu—Huh?” I winced at the harsh, raspy sound of my voice as I slowly woke up. I needed to try and not scream when making love with Eeiran. It was hell on my vocal chords.
I stretched and slowly blinked my eyes open, expecting to find Eeiran laying on the bed right in front of me. I was slightly disappointed to find him sitting up in the bed instead, staring at me and nibbling on his bottom lip nervously.
“Fuck, you’re so cute,” I muttered.
Eeiran blushed and pushed his left hand through his hair as his right hand fiddled with the edge of the sheet spread over his lap. “Cute?” he whispered the question to me, and it made my heart melt just a little more.
Leaning up, I kissed him gently, not caring about his morning breath or mine as our lips touched and a frisson of desire zipped its way through my body. I could see myself doing this every morning, waking up to Eeiran’s face, his hesitant smile, black hair mussed from our exuberant lovemaking the night before and blue eyes gleaming as he looked at me. A hazy image of Eeiran appeared before my eyes then. He looked almost like a woman, a striking woman with handsome features and then the hazy image faded and I saw another image of Eeiran, this one was pregnant and smiling at me.
What. The. Fuck?
My mind had obviously been fried by all of the hot sex from the night before, because I didn’t often spend my time imagining men as women, and I definitely didn’t sit around imagining men getting pregnant. I guess I should be happy the sex was so fucking amazing the night before it was making me crazy today right? I lifted my hands to my eyes and rubbed them furiously.
“Maybe I just need a shower. Or coffee. Definitely coffee,” I muttered.
“Why? What happened?” Eeiran’s voice sounded desperate and I peeked through my spread fingers at him.
“Nothing, baby, I’m just seeing stuff. I looked at you and you looked almost like a woman, you know? And then you were pregnant. It was insane!” I chuckled, fully expecting Eeiran to join me in my amusement. Him bursting in tears was so not what I expected.
“Oh gods above. I wanted to tell you before we got to this place. Before you saw it yourself, you know? But how do you tell someone something like that?” His words were frantic and I lowered my eyebrows in confusion.
“Tell me what?” I reached out to pull Eeiran into my arms in an effort to soothe him when dark markings on my left shoulder caught my attention. “What the hell?”
Leaving a sobbing Eeiran on the bed, I rushed over to the mirror and saw the new, perfectly formed tattoo on my shoulder. He’d marked me? He’d given me a fucking tattoo and I slept through it? How the hell did that happen? What kind of psycho had I wound up in bed with? This was absolutely insane. No. No. I refused to believe that Eeiran was crazy and had given me a tattoo while I was sleeping. He wouldn’t do that. Besides, if he was crazy, Thomas or Steven would have told me. Wouldn’t they have?
As I continued to look over my skin, I noticed two healing marks, close together underneath my ear. I leaned closer to the mirror, squinting my eyes as I tried to figure out what they were. Needle marks? Puncture wounds?
“They’re bite marks,” Eeiran sniffled from the bed and I turned to look at him.
“You bit me?” Why the hell was my voice so soft? I should have yelled that question, not whispered it like I was scared. I wasn’t scared. I was bigger than Eeiran. Twice his size, muscled—there was no reason for me to be afraid of him, I was intimidating to the bravest of men. Right then, however, all of my internal organs were quivering in fear.
“I had to.”
I stared at Eeiran in shock. Had he honestly just said what I thought he just said with a straight face? Maybe Thomas and Steven didn’t know Eeiran was crazy? Although how someone would hide this amount of crazy was astounding to me.
“You had to. You had to? What are you, some kind of vampire or something?” I was aware that my laugh then was slightly hysterical, but there was nothing I could do about it. I felt like I was going crazy. Maybe Eeiran was a special brand of crazy, the kind that was contagious.
“No. I’m not a vampire. I’m a faery,” Eeiran whispered before lifting his eyes and pulling back his top lip allowing me to see his teeth. Hiding among his pearly whites were two fangs. Two real fangs.
“Holy FUCK!” I yelled as I stumbled backwards into the dresser behind me. Eeiran jumped out of bed completely naked and my eyes—damn them—took a moment to appreciate the physical beauty of my lover. My Fae lover. Holy fuck he was a faery!
I began laughing hysterically then.
“Philip? Philip are you okay?” Eeiran asked as he stepped close to me.
“You’re a faery!” I snorted and fell to my knees laughing, my arms wrapped around my waist as tears streamed down my face.
“Um… yes, I am,” Eeiran’s voice sounded hesitant and slightly fearful. “Are you going crazy?”
His question made me laugh harder, and I fell to my side as I felt my firm grasp on reality slowly starting to slip out of my mental grasp. If Eeiran was a faery, something which was a big reality, then what else existed out there? Vampires? Elves? Werewolves?
I snorted again. Right. Werewolves were real and they had real jobs and everything. An image of shape-shifting cowboys flashed in my mind and I screamed in laughter. I had officially lost my mind. Shape-shifting cowboys? Really? Why didn’t I just take it a step further and make President Obama an angel trapped in a human’s body? That was completely feasible.
My laughter had finally eased off and I sat up. Leaning against my dresser I looked up at Eeiran, who stared at me in hesitation. What happened now? Was he going to eat me? Turn me into a toad? What exactly did faeries do anyway?
“Explain.” Smooth, Philip, real smooth.
“Ummm… what do you want me to explain?” Eeiran asked me.
“All of it. The tattoo, the bite marks, the fact that you’re a FUCKING FAERY!”
Eeiran winced as I shouted at him and I felt a flash of remorse, but it didn’t last long. He’d lied to me. Maybe not deliberately, but it was a lie of omission and those were just as bad.
“The tattoo and the bite mark are because you’re my mate. I had to bite you to start the bonding. I couldn’t help it, it’s instinctual. The tattoo forms once the bonding is in place,” Eeiran began explaining, and I held up my hand to stop him.
“I’m your what?” I would focus on that part first.
“My mate. The other half of me. My fated partner, created just for me by the gods to complement me and to spend eternity with me.”
I yelled out angrily and pushed up to my feet. Hell. No. I didn’t even know Eeiran, this faery person, and now he was telling me that we were destined to spend the rest of our lives together? He was nuts. I was nuts for sleeping with him.
Adult Excerpt:
Philip walked back into the dining room and I smiled up at him as he held out his hand to me. Putting my hand in his much larger, calloused one, I rose to my feet and felt myself being jerked forward into his arms. I collided against his chest with an oomph and barely had time to breathe before my lips were taken in a hard, bruising kiss. I didn’t have time to think because Philip’s hands were on my ass, squeezing and caressing the globes there. I’d been extremely happy that the bubble butt that had suited me so well as a woman still existed on my male body. Glad to know that, for the most part, I was still me.
That was the last coherent thought I had before my brain short-circuited as one of Philip’s hands went to the front of my black slacks to flick open the button there and slide down my zipper. I moaned into his mouth as his fingers squeezed my throbbing erection tightly and my hips thrust forward. I lifted my hands up into his hair and shivered as the strands wrapped around my fingers as if to keep me from ever leaving the heat of Philip’s body. Philip’s hands pushed down my boxer briefs—what an amazing piece of cloth they were as well, I felt like all of my private parts were wrapped in a snug, soft piece of heaven—and my slacks, without breaking our kiss.
His hands on my ass, lifting me up in the air as I kicked off my shoes, slacks and boxer briefs, were like heaven. I wrapped my legs around his waist and whimpered happily as he lifted me up onto the dining room table. I heard the buttons on my black button down shirt rip as Philip divested me of the silk item Thomas had recently bought for me. I bit down gently on Philip’s bottom lip and pulled slightly, thrilling at the groan he gave me. When I released his lip from my teeth we both froze for a moment. Only the sounds of our panting filled the room. Though the distant noises of a usual Tonawanda night—the off-key singer over at Club 55 singing Cee-Lo’s Fuck You—could be heard even at Philip’s place, the drunken revelry sounded muted. They were the sounds of humanity, and to me, in this place, staring up into Philip’s eyes, they were the bass beat to the song of our lovemaking, with its own dominant chords, high C’s, and harmonies.
I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, allowing the sound of it all, this fated moment, the rapid thumping of Philip’s heart, in sync with my own, to trail over my skin. My cock throbbed along with the beat, and when I lifted my head and opened my eyes, I saw the sharp emerald gaze of my future lover staring back into my own. His chest rose and fell rapidly, and I could feel the lust inside of me ignite brighter and hotter and my second sight kicked in at the same time as Philip’s frantic need to possess me. There was something about being naked while he was still clothed that was erotic and naughty, but it was so much better when I ripped open his own button down shirt as he quickly yanked down his pants.
The fires of our mating blazed red now, swirling around us, filling the room and making us hotter. I needed to feel him in me. I didn’t care if it hurt, all I knew was that I yearned for him. I ached to feel him pounding his way inside of me.
“I need you, Philip. Now. Please.” The first words I’d spoken since we’d kissed and they were a plea for him to take me. To claim me. It was fitting.
My hands smoothed their way up over his lightly furred chest as he growled low in his throat. His green eyes darkened as he stared at me and with a flash, his hand reached up for the back of my head and his fingers buried themselves in the shorter, but still longish and thick, black locks. He yanked my head back and lowered his lips to my throat, biting down hard on the side of my neck, pulling the abused flesh into his lips with a hard sucking motion, and I imagined the feel of his mouth on my cock and I trembled. I knew I would bare a mark on my neck when he was done, but if the contented whimpers he was making were anything to go by, it was all worth it.
Philip’s other hand reached out to grab the bottle of oil that was still on the table and he knelt down between my legs. This part I understood. I knew what happened next. Spreading my legs, I tilted my head back and struggled to clear the haze from my brain so that I could detach myself from the entire process. While living as a female Fae, having sex was always enjoyable up until the point of penetration because it was then that the feeling of complete wrongness seemed to settle within me. Now I knew why, but old habits were hard to break.
As if sensing my hesitation, nervousness and possible withdrawal, Philip’s fingers, now coated with oil, rubbed and pressed on the tightly puckered entrance of my ass even as his mouth descended on the furiously red head of my cock, which was leaking copious amounts of pre-cum onto the flat planes of my abdomen.
“Oh. Oh! Gods alive. Nnngghh uuunngghh,” I moaned and began babbling as Philip’s mouth and tongue worked wonders on my cock. His tongue lightly traced around the head of my prick even as his mouth sucked on the shaft furiously, as if he were determined to suck all the cum from my body.
Philip pressed one finger in my hole and the muscles in my ass tensed then relaxed as he paused to allow me to adjust to the one finger and began bobbing his head up and down my cock. I became lost in the amazing feelings of my cock in his mouth and his fingers in my ass as one finger became two and two fingers became three. I was spinning out of control in my desire for him, my yearning to have him within me, and I didn’t know whether to thrust up, to embed my cock more fully in his mouth or to press down and impale his fingers more firmly in my ass.
Philip’s fingers turned slightly as he began thrusting the three fingers in and out of my ass faster, deeper, harder, and grazed over something inside of my ass that was so amazing I saw a bright flash of white before my vision exploded in bright neon colors.
“HOLY FUCK!”
Philip’s chuckle around my cock as I exploded with the profanity sent tremors through my entire body as his fingers continued to graze the spot of pure nirvana in my ass.
“C’mon, baby. Give it to me,” he ordered as he lifted his mouth from dick.
“Give. You. What?” I panted out. Then I felt it. A tingle at the base of my spine. It wrapped itself around my spinal column and shot up into my brain before exploding throughout my entire body. It was fire and ice, thunder and lightning, electricity and heat—gods, so much heat—as I slammed my head back against the table under me and screamed out Philip’s name at the top of my lungs. I couldn’t tell if the brilliant lights exploding behind my closed lids came from the hard knock my brain had just sustained, or if it was from the terrifying, all-consuming orgasm that ripped my body apart and turned it inside out.
Just when I didn’t think it could get any better, I became distantly aware of Philip collecting my cum and spreading it over his cock. His hand trembled slightly as he pressed the head of his cock into my relaxed ass. I groaned simultaneously with him as he slowly pressed into my ass until he bottomed out. Once he was fully seated inside of me, I looked up at him with new eyes. Having sex had never felt like this to me before. Not once. My body felt so full, and I felt so complete and whole as Philip slowly dragged his cock out of my chute before pressing back into me slowly. I moaned and clutched his head as he slowly and tenderly began to fuck me. My legs, which had been resting on the table, lifted to wrap around his waist as he pulled me to the edge of the table and his thrusts began to speed up slightly.
As the head of his cock grazed over the piece of nirvana in my ass, I felt my spent cock begin to stir and grow hard again. I knew I had a quick recovery time, but this was short even for me.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so tight and gorgeous,” Philip’s voice was raspy as his hips slowed and he began to stroke his cock slowly in my ass again. He rolled his hips and I whined his name. My mate was a fucking god. As if he could sense my complete surrender to the wonder that was his cock, Philip’s rhythm sped up once again and he began to drive his cock in and out of my ass hard and fast.
I felt the table moving, the legs scraping across the floor as Philip fucked my ass like a wild beast. The snarls, growls and whimpers coming from the both of us adding accuracy to the statement.
“Shitshitshitshitshitshit,” Philip panted out, and I knew he was close to coming as his rhythm grew frenzied and choppy. Not to be outdone, my own orgasm rapidly approached and like Olympic synchronized swimmers, we both fell headlong into our orgasms, our voices shouting to the heavens as we exploded into each other’s arms, becoming reformed as one as we descended back to Earth.
August 16, 2012
Celebrate Your Sexy!
I am making a global declaration. -clears throat- As Supreme DICK-tator of the world. I am declaring this weekend "Show Your Sexy" weekend. So you are all to take at least two minutes every day this weekend to compliment yourself and then to find something that you would call your "sexy" (ie, your eyes, your lips, or your ass -me-) and show it off, even if all you do is bat your lashes, purse your lips or in my case, smack my own ass for just being so damn cute. You don't have to do this in front of anyone, but this is the weekend when YOU are to celebrate the wonder of YOU.
So it is written, so let it be done. I have spoken!
-Vic, Supreme DICK-tator of the World
Celebrate Your Sexy!
I am making a global declaration. -clears throat- As Supreme DICK-tator of the world. I am declaring this weekend "Show Your Sexy" weekend. So you are all to take at least two minutes every day this weekend to compliment yourself and then to find something that you would call your "sexy" (ie, your eyes, your lips, or your ass -me-) and show it off, even if all you do is bat your lashes, purse your lips or in my case, smack my own ass for just being so damn cute. You don't have to do this in front of anyone, but this is the weekend when YOU are to celebrate the wonder of YOU.
So it is written, so let it be done. I have spoken!
-Vic, Supreme DICK-tator of the World
August 5, 2012
Six Sentence Sunday: Elian
This is the prequel to "Tabansi" which is where my LiAW story "Steamy" [found here] comes from. This book is called "Elian" and it's from "The Marriage Groups" series.
Here are six unedited sentences from "Elian":
Deciding that the time for talking was over, Gaige lowered his head and planted his lips on top of Elian’s. Every nerve hyphen ending in his body sighed as the taste of his future lover exploded on his tongue and filled his senses. The restless part of him wanted to tell Elian all that he knew of the younger man’s purpose, his as of yet, untapped powers and his magical signature that swirled through and around his aura. That part of him looked forward to the adventure and the danger that would surely follow. However, there was another part, an unexpected part of him that wanted to do nothing more than swoop Elian into his arms and read or paint or even to indulge in Gaige’s guilty pleasure, something no one knew about, not even Nevin or Corbin, which was to dance.Breaking off the brain scrambling kiss, Gaige stepped back and stared at the young man in shock.“Holy shit,” Corbin breathed. “That was hot as fuck,” Nevin whispered and Gaige grinned, ignoring the gasps of those in attendance as their monarch used profanity in a public place.
Okay, I totally cheated and gave you eight. So, sue me. LOL. Here's the cover for you to drool over too:
Here are six unedited sentences from "Elian":
Deciding that the time for talking was over, Gaige lowered his head and planted his lips on top of Elian’s. Every nerve hyphen ending in his body sighed as the taste of his future lover exploded on his tongue and filled his senses. The restless part of him wanted to tell Elian all that he knew of the younger man’s purpose, his as of yet, untapped powers and his magical signature that swirled through and around his aura. That part of him looked forward to the adventure and the danger that would surely follow. However, there was another part, an unexpected part of him that wanted to do nothing more than swoop Elian into his arms and read or paint or even to indulge in Gaige’s guilty pleasure, something no one knew about, not even Nevin or Corbin, which was to dance.Breaking off the brain scrambling kiss, Gaige stepped back and stared at the young man in shock.“Holy shit,” Corbin breathed. “That was hot as fuck,” Nevin whispered and Gaige grinned, ignoring the gasps of those in attendance as their monarch used profanity in a public place.
Okay, I totally cheated and gave you eight. So, sue me. LOL. Here's the cover for you to drool over too:
July 15, 2012
Sunday Morning Smexy: The Faery Truth
Here's something to get you all in the mood to deal with your Sunday. Here's some smexiness from The Faery Truth, my current WIP and Book Two in the Tonawanda Faery Tales a series that I'm co-authoring with author Cherie Noel. Enjoy!
That was the last coherent thought I had before my brain short-circuited as one of Philip’s hands went to the front of my black slacks and flicked open the button there and slid down my zipper. I moaned into his mouth as his fingers squeezed my throbbing erection tightly and my hips thrust forward. I lifted my hands up into his hair and shivered as the strands wrapped around my fingers as if to keep me from ever leaving the heat of Philip’s body. Philip’s hands pushed down my boxer briefs—what an amazing piece of cloth they were as well, I felt like all of my private parts were wrapped in a snug, soft piece of heaven—and my slacks, without breaking our kiss.His hands on my ass, lifting me up in the air as I kicked off my shoes, slacks and boxer briefs, were like heaven. I wrapped my legs around his waist and whimpered happily as he lifted me up onto the dining room table. I heard the buttons on my black button down shirt rip as Philip divested me of the silk item Thomas had recently bought for me. I bit down gently on Philip’s bottom lip and pulled slightly, thrilling at the groan he gave me. When I released his lip from my teeth we both froze for a moment. Only the sounds of our panting filled the room, though the distant noises of a usual Tonawanda night: the off-key singer over at Club 55 singing Cee-Lo’s “Fuck You” could be heard even at Philip’s place, the drunken revelry sounded muted. They were the sounds of humanity, and to me, in this place, staring up into Philip’s eyes they were the bass beat to the song of our lovemaking, with its own dominant chords, high C’s, and harmonies. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, allowing the sound of it all, this fated moment, the rapid thumping of Philip’s heart, in sync with my own, to trail over my skin. My cock throbbed along with the beat and when I lifted my head and opened my eyes I saw the sharp emerald gaze of my future lover staring back into my own. His chest rose and fell rapidly and I could feel the lust inside of me ignite brighter and hotter and my second sight kicked in at the same time as Philip’s frantic need to possess me. There was something about being naked while he was still clothed that was erotic and naughty, but it was so much better when I ripped open his own button down shirt as he quickly yanked down his pants.The fires of our mating blazed red now, swirling around us, filling the room and making us hotter. I needed to feel him in me. I didn’t care if it hurt all I knew is that I yearned for him. I ached to feel him pounding his way inside of me.“I need you Philip. Now. Please.” The first words I’d spoken since we’d kissed and they were a plea for him to take me. To claim me. It was fitting.My hands smoothed their way up over his lightly furred chest as he growled low in his throat. His green eyes darkened as he stared at me and with a flash his hand reached up for the back of my head and buried themselves in the shorter, but still longish and thick, black locks. He yanked my head back and lowered his lips to my throat biting down hard on the side of my neck, sucking the abused flesh with a hard sucking motion and I imagined the feel of his mouth on my cock and I trembled. I knew I would bare a mark on my neck when he was done, but if the contented whimpers he was making was anything to go by, it was all worth it.Philip’s other hand reached out to grab the bottle of oil that was still on the table and he knelt down between my legs. This part I understood. I knew what happened next. Spreading my legs, I tilted my head back and struggled to clear the haze from my brain so that I could detach myself from the entire process. While living as a female Fae, having sex was always enjoyable up until the point of penetration because it was then that the feeling of complete wrongness seemed to settle within me. Now I knew why, but old habits were hard to break.As if sensing my hesitation, nervousness and possible withdrawal, Philip’s fingers, now coated with oil, rubbed and pressed on the tightly puckered entrance of my ass even as his mouth descended on the furiously red head of my cock which was leaking copious amounts of pre-cum onto the flat planes of my abdomen.“Oh. Oh! Gods alive. Nnngghh uuunngghh,” I moaned and began babbling as Philip’s mouth and tongue worked wonders on my cock. His tongue lightly traced around the head of my prick, even as his mouth sucked on the shaft furiously as if he were determined to suck out all the cum from my body.Philip pressed one finger in my hole and the muscles in my ass tensed, then relaxed as he paused to allow me to adjust to the one finger and began bobbing his head up and down my cock. I became lost in the amazing feelings of my cock in his mouth and his fingers in my ass as one finger became two and two fingers became three. I was spinning out of control in my desire for him, my yearning to have him within me, and I didn’t know whether to thrust up, to embed my cock more fully in his mouth or to press down and impale his fingers more firmly in my ass.Philip’s fingers turned slightly as he began thrusting the three fingers in and out of my ass faster, deeper, harder and grazed over something inside of my ass that was so amazing I saw a bright flash of white before my vision exploded in bright neon colors.“HOLY FUCK!”Philip’s chuckle around my cock as I exploded with the profanity sent tremors through my entire body as his fingers continued to graze the spot of pure nirvana in my ass.“C’mon baby. Give it to me,” he ordered as he lifted his mouth from dick.“Give. You. What?” I panted out. Then I felt it. A tingle at the base of my spine. It wrapped itself around my spinal column and shot up into my brain before exploding throughout my entire body. It was fire and ice, thunder and lightning, electricity and heat—gods, so much heat—as I slammed my head back against the table under me as I screamed out Philip’s name at the top of my lungs. I couldn’t tell if the brilliant lights exploding behind my closed lids came from the hard knock my brain had just sustained or if it was from the terrifying, all-consuming orgasm that ripped my body apart and turned it inside out.Just when I didn’t think it could get any better, I became distantly aware of Philip collecting my cum and spreading it over his cock. His hand trembled slightly as he pressed the head of his cock into my relaxed ass. I groaned simultaneously with him as he slowly pressed into my ass until he bottom out. Once he was fully seated inside of me, I looked up at him with new eyes. Having sex had never felt like this to me before. Not once. My body felt so full, and I felt so complete and whole as Philip slowly dragged his cock out of my chute before pressing back into me slowly. I moaned and clutched his head as he slowly and tenderly began to fuck me. My legs, which had been resting on the table, lifted to wrap around his waist as he pulled me to the edge of the table and his thrusts began to speed up slightly.As the head of his cock grazed over the piece of nirvana in my ass, I felt my spent cock begin to stir and grow hard again. I knew I had a quick recovery time but this was short even for me.“Fuck baby, you’re so tight and gorgeous,” Philip’s voice was raspy as his hips slowed and began to stroke his cock slowly in my ass again. He rolled his hips and I whined his name. My mate was a fucking god. As if he could sense my complete surrender to the wonder that was his cock, Philip’s rhythm sped up once again and he began to drive his cock in and out of my ass hard and fast.I felt the table moving, the legs scraping across the floor as Philip fucked my ass like a wild beast. The snarls, growls and whimpers coming from the both of us adding accuracy to the statement.“Shitshitshitshitshitshit,” Philip panted out and I knew he was close to coming as his rhythm grew frenzied and choppy. Not to be outdone my own orgasm rapidly approached and like Olympic synchronized swimmers we both fell headlong into our orgasms, our voices shouting to the heavens as we exploded into each other’s arms, becoming reformed as one as we descended back to Earth.
That was the last coherent thought I had before my brain short-circuited as one of Philip’s hands went to the front of my black slacks and flicked open the button there and slid down my zipper. I moaned into his mouth as his fingers squeezed my throbbing erection tightly and my hips thrust forward. I lifted my hands up into his hair and shivered as the strands wrapped around my fingers as if to keep me from ever leaving the heat of Philip’s body. Philip’s hands pushed down my boxer briefs—what an amazing piece of cloth they were as well, I felt like all of my private parts were wrapped in a snug, soft piece of heaven—and my slacks, without breaking our kiss.His hands on my ass, lifting me up in the air as I kicked off my shoes, slacks and boxer briefs, were like heaven. I wrapped my legs around his waist and whimpered happily as he lifted me up onto the dining room table. I heard the buttons on my black button down shirt rip as Philip divested me of the silk item Thomas had recently bought for me. I bit down gently on Philip’s bottom lip and pulled slightly, thrilling at the groan he gave me. When I released his lip from my teeth we both froze for a moment. Only the sounds of our panting filled the room, though the distant noises of a usual Tonawanda night: the off-key singer over at Club 55 singing Cee-Lo’s “Fuck You” could be heard even at Philip’s place, the drunken revelry sounded muted. They were the sounds of humanity, and to me, in this place, staring up into Philip’s eyes they were the bass beat to the song of our lovemaking, with its own dominant chords, high C’s, and harmonies. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, allowing the sound of it all, this fated moment, the rapid thumping of Philip’s heart, in sync with my own, to trail over my skin. My cock throbbed along with the beat and when I lifted my head and opened my eyes I saw the sharp emerald gaze of my future lover staring back into my own. His chest rose and fell rapidly and I could feel the lust inside of me ignite brighter and hotter and my second sight kicked in at the same time as Philip’s frantic need to possess me. There was something about being naked while he was still clothed that was erotic and naughty, but it was so much better when I ripped open his own button down shirt as he quickly yanked down his pants.The fires of our mating blazed red now, swirling around us, filling the room and making us hotter. I needed to feel him in me. I didn’t care if it hurt all I knew is that I yearned for him. I ached to feel him pounding his way inside of me.“I need you Philip. Now. Please.” The first words I’d spoken since we’d kissed and they were a plea for him to take me. To claim me. It was fitting.My hands smoothed their way up over his lightly furred chest as he growled low in his throat. His green eyes darkened as he stared at me and with a flash his hand reached up for the back of my head and buried themselves in the shorter, but still longish and thick, black locks. He yanked my head back and lowered his lips to my throat biting down hard on the side of my neck, sucking the abused flesh with a hard sucking motion and I imagined the feel of his mouth on my cock and I trembled. I knew I would bare a mark on my neck when he was done, but if the contented whimpers he was making was anything to go by, it was all worth it.Philip’s other hand reached out to grab the bottle of oil that was still on the table and he knelt down between my legs. This part I understood. I knew what happened next. Spreading my legs, I tilted my head back and struggled to clear the haze from my brain so that I could detach myself from the entire process. While living as a female Fae, having sex was always enjoyable up until the point of penetration because it was then that the feeling of complete wrongness seemed to settle within me. Now I knew why, but old habits were hard to break.As if sensing my hesitation, nervousness and possible withdrawal, Philip’s fingers, now coated with oil, rubbed and pressed on the tightly puckered entrance of my ass even as his mouth descended on the furiously red head of my cock which was leaking copious amounts of pre-cum onto the flat planes of my abdomen.“Oh. Oh! Gods alive. Nnngghh uuunngghh,” I moaned and began babbling as Philip’s mouth and tongue worked wonders on my cock. His tongue lightly traced around the head of my prick, even as his mouth sucked on the shaft furiously as if he were determined to suck out all the cum from my body.Philip pressed one finger in my hole and the muscles in my ass tensed, then relaxed as he paused to allow me to adjust to the one finger and began bobbing his head up and down my cock. I became lost in the amazing feelings of my cock in his mouth and his fingers in my ass as one finger became two and two fingers became three. I was spinning out of control in my desire for him, my yearning to have him within me, and I didn’t know whether to thrust up, to embed my cock more fully in his mouth or to press down and impale his fingers more firmly in my ass.Philip’s fingers turned slightly as he began thrusting the three fingers in and out of my ass faster, deeper, harder and grazed over something inside of my ass that was so amazing I saw a bright flash of white before my vision exploded in bright neon colors.“HOLY FUCK!”Philip’s chuckle around my cock as I exploded with the profanity sent tremors through my entire body as his fingers continued to graze the spot of pure nirvana in my ass.“C’mon baby. Give it to me,” he ordered as he lifted his mouth from dick.“Give. You. What?” I panted out. Then I felt it. A tingle at the base of my spine. It wrapped itself around my spinal column and shot up into my brain before exploding throughout my entire body. It was fire and ice, thunder and lightning, electricity and heat—gods, so much heat—as I slammed my head back against the table under me as I screamed out Philip’s name at the top of my lungs. I couldn’t tell if the brilliant lights exploding behind my closed lids came from the hard knock my brain had just sustained or if it was from the terrifying, all-consuming orgasm that ripped my body apart and turned it inside out.Just when I didn’t think it could get any better, I became distantly aware of Philip collecting my cum and spreading it over his cock. His hand trembled slightly as he pressed the head of his cock into my relaxed ass. I groaned simultaneously with him as he slowly pressed into my ass until he bottom out. Once he was fully seated inside of me, I looked up at him with new eyes. Having sex had never felt like this to me before. Not once. My body felt so full, and I felt so complete and whole as Philip slowly dragged his cock out of my chute before pressing back into me slowly. I moaned and clutched his head as he slowly and tenderly began to fuck me. My legs, which had been resting on the table, lifted to wrap around his waist as he pulled me to the edge of the table and his thrusts began to speed up slightly.As the head of his cock grazed over the piece of nirvana in my ass, I felt my spent cock begin to stir and grow hard again. I knew I had a quick recovery time but this was short even for me.“Fuck baby, you’re so tight and gorgeous,” Philip’s voice was raspy as his hips slowed and began to stroke his cock slowly in my ass again. He rolled his hips and I whined his name. My mate was a fucking god. As if he could sense my complete surrender to the wonder that was his cock, Philip’s rhythm sped up once again and he began to drive his cock in and out of my ass hard and fast.I felt the table moving, the legs scraping across the floor as Philip fucked my ass like a wild beast. The snarls, growls and whimpers coming from the both of us adding accuracy to the statement.“Shitshitshitshitshitshit,” Philip panted out and I knew he was close to coming as his rhythm grew frenzied and choppy. Not to be outdone my own orgasm rapidly approached and like Olympic synchronized swimmers we both fell headlong into our orgasms, our voices shouting to the heavens as we exploded into each other’s arms, becoming reformed as one as we descended back to Earth.
July 14, 2012
A Shemar Moore Flash Fiction Piece for XxBeanyxX
Here's my happy picture for today:
It's the picture that is inspiring me to write today.I posted it up on my Facebook timeline and was asked if it sparked a story about Shemar.Well it hadn't, not until I was asked if it had.So XxBeanyxX and Sofia and everyone else who asked. This piece of flash smexiness is for you:Say Cheese
"Okay Shemar, just one more picture," I yelled out as I held up the camera to my eye. "You magnificent black bastard," I muttered underneath my breath, ignoring the chuckling of my assistant as he fiddled around with the rest of my equipment behind me. Focusing in on the expanse of Shemar's naked broad chest, I sucked in the drool that tried to escape from my lips and cleared my throat.I peered through the lens at Shemar, the gorgeous, caramel colored, talented, sexy Adonis figure before me and trembled. We'd been flirting with each other all day and my cock throbbed in my tight jeans and I cursed my need to be as sexy as the models and actors that I photographed every day."That's what you said last time Vic," he grinned at me and I groaned at the sight of his full lips pulling back and showing off his pearly white teeth."Well, what can I say? I'm trying to keep you with me as long as I can," I called out as I focused the lens and made sure my white balance and lighting were just as I needed them to be."You know all you'd have to do is say the word and I'd have you pressed against the side of that trailer, fucking your brains out," he called back to me before drifting his hand down his chest to rest it at the top of his black pants."Holy fuck," I moaned as I snapped the last picture, handing the camera back to my assistant, whose name I couldn't even remember in the face of Shemar's fineness."Everyone get back to the studio. I'll drive Shemar back in the trailer with all the equipment," I told everyone there, the other models, assistants, crew, servers, make-up techs, costume assistants, and water boys, without taking my eyes off of Shemar's face.I was done flirting with him. His last words had tossed me over the edge of my very thin control. If he wanted to fuck me against the trailer, then he would, and then I would ride him in the grass until he screamed out my name. And when all of that was over, I'd flip him over and shove my own cock up his ass until he forgot his name.I just needed everyone to go away so that I could do it.I listened to the sound of vehicles pulling away as Shemar and I stepped closer to each other."I thought they'd never leave," he growled as he pulled me into his muscled frame. I lifted my hands up to the back of his neck and pulled his lips down to mine."Shut the fuck up and kiss me," I ordered, moaning as he obeyed without preamble. The taste of him exploded on my tongue. He was all buttery goodness from the popcorn he'd been snacking on earlier. His thick tongue, that I could only hope was a testament to a thick cock as well, tangled with my own in my mouth for dominance. One of his hands drifted up into my hair, wrapping themselves up in my locks as his other hand drifted down into the back of my jeans. He palmed the globes of my ass before he wedged a finger into the crack, tracing his finger over my hole. I moaned and pushed myself closer to him, opening my mouth wider as he ravaged my mouth, pressing my bubble butt back, trying desperately to get him to shove his finger up my ass.I ripped my mouth away from his and kissed, licked and bit my way over his chin, down his jaw and his neck to his collarbone. I yanked his shirt down his arms, whimpering as his hand left my ass. I wanted to yell out in glee when his fingers fumbled with the button and zipper on my jeans and I reached forward to help divest him of his own pants. It was a race to the finish line then, both of us yanking pulling, pushing and shoving at each other's clothes until we were both finally and gloriously naked.I stepped back to look at him in all of his delicious nudity and when my eyes settled on his long, thick erection, I fell to my knees in the grass to worship at the altar of Shemar Moore's Holy and Magnificent Cock. Yeah, that's right, it was worthy of worship and praise and oh thank the Gods for making someone so tantalizing and delicious for me to lick, suck, taste and fuck. Because, yeah, there was going to be a lot of that going on.I licked the head of his brown knob, the taste of his pre-cum exploding on my tongue and as he groaned I shivered. He tasted like the sweetest of ambrosia and I knew he must spend a lot of time eating pineapples, fruit and vegetable for his taste to be so sweet and fresh. I closed my eyes and lowered my mouth down as far as it could go, moaning as I felt the head of his cock sink into the back of my throat and still there was so much left. Oh fuck, he needed to be in my ass like... yesterday.Shemar apparently agreed because he growled my name and pulled me off of him. Fumbling in his pants he let out a cheer of relief and happiness when he found a condom and a small packet of one-use lube. Putting the condom packet in his mouth he ripped off the top of it and pulled out the rubber.I was determined to not stand idly by while he had all of the fun with his cock. Grabbing the condom out of his hand I winked at him and placed it in my mouth, before sinking back down to my knees and rolling the sheath over his leaking erection with my lips and tongue. I grinned at the tremble that rocked through his frame and ran my hands up over the corrugated planes of his abs and up to his hardened dark brown nipples. I pinched and rolled them between my fingers as I dropped my head down to lick and suck the heavy balls that hung beneath my new best friend: BTSC (Big, Thick Shemar Cock). Dropping my hands I settled the condom down firmly over Shemar's length, trembling myself when I noticed the Magnum XL condom lay snugly over it, barely able to fit over his monster dick.Gods, I can't wait to feel that pounding my ass.I didn't have to wait long. As soon as I stood to my feet, Shemar hoisted me up in his arms, pouring the viscous liquid of the lube over his fingers, and rubbing said fingers over my entrance. Sinking two fingers into my hole, Shemar groaned as I hissed at the burn in my ass. I wasn't complaining, however, the feel of his thick fingers inside of me only excited me as I thought about the feeling of his cock inside of me next. I moaned and began lifting and lowering my ass on his fingers as Shemar walked towards the trailer pressing my back against the side of it even as he pressed in a third finger."Fucking shit!" I yelled as his fingers grazed over my prostate. "Yeah, fuck me right there. C'mon actor boy, give it to me," I taunted him as his fingers slowly thrust in and out of my clenching channel, the muscles in my ass trying to suck his fingers in and never let them go."You want me to give it to you?" Shemar growled at me and leaning forward I bit the side of his neck hard, sucking the bruised flesh into my mouth. The head of his cock bumped against my hole as his hips snapped forward."Viiiiicccc," he moaned out at me before snarling and pulling out his fingers and slamming his cock into my ass."FUCK!" I screamed out as my head snapped back and slammed into the trailer. I wrapped my arms tightly around Shemar's neck as he dragged his cock out of my ass slowly before slamming it back in fast. "Yeayeayeayea, give it to me," I pleaded as he continued his slow dragging, fast slamming rhythm in and out of my ass."God you feel so fucking good. So tight and hot and nnngggguuunnnggghhh," Shemar moaned into the side of my neck as his thrusts sped up.I closed my eyes and began praying and thanking every deity, shouting their names to the heavens as he pegged my prostate with every plunge of his cock in my ass."Oh fuck oh fuck! Holyfuckingshitthat'sitrighttherefuckmefuckmefuckmeShemarrightthererightthereohFUCKI'mcumming!"My mouth opened on a scream and my cock, which hadn't been touched once, shot cum straight up in between our bodies, coating my chest and Shemar's splattering our chins, necks and a drop landing on Shemar's bottom lip. I shook violently as my orgasm swept over my body, Shemar's thrusts became frenzied as he licked my cum off his lip and moaned at the taste of me on his tongue. I could tell he was about to cum and with my last bit of energy, I leaned forward and licked the place on his neck where I'd bit him earlier, knowing that the bruise would be sensitive."FUCK VIC!" he shouted as he emptied himself into the condom, inside of my ass.Shemar pressed me tightly up against the trailer as his entire body shook, before he slowly lowered himself down to the ground, his arms still wrapped tightly around me."God I love having you take my pictures," he muttered into my neck."And I love having you say cheese," I groaned back as I closed my eyes and rode out the bliss still sweeping through my body. The End
-Vicktor Alexander*Author's Note: This flash piece in no way reflects on the sexuality of Mr. Moore. I am not saying he is or isn't homosexual. I don't know and it's none of my business. This is just a work of fiction, because hey, a boy can dream right?*
July 11, 2012
WIP Wednesday: Daddy's Boy
I have been in the land of Faery for the past few days, but Tyler from my book "Daddy's Boy" suddenly piped up about an hour ago and so I'm going to humbly share the first part of his story with you:
The sound of the multi-colored Venetian vase colliding with my white tiled floor caused every nerve in my body to jump. More than just my body jumped at the sound, my heart leapt into my throat and I raced forward into my living room, falling to my knees, my hands reaching out desperately to grasp the sharp, jagged pieces of the priceless item. I ignored the painful slices of the glass as the broken glass cut into my skin, I cared only for the remnants of this souvenir that reminded me so much of Jack.Jack. My breath caught in my throat. My eyes burned with unshed tears and I inhaled shakily. What the hell was I going to do without Jack? I needed him. More than I needed my next breath. More than I needed to sleep or eat or do anything, I needed Jack. I lowered my head, forcing back the tears, biting down on the inside of my cheek hard, the coppery taste of my own blood having no effect on my current state of mind. I had to get up. I had to get moving. I absolutely had to go to this party tonight. It wasn’t optional for me. It wasn’t a suggestion. It was a fucking requirement. A need. It was a goddamn law as far as I was concerned. Jack had left me nothing. My life ended the day I found out that he wouldn’t return to me again. I had to go to this party and keep my life moving. I had to keep my head above water somehow. Jack wasn’t there to keep me lifted, so I had to lift my own damn head above this raging tide of bullshit.With a sigh of frustration, I sat back on my heels before lifting myself gracefully to my feet. I couldn’t even take pleasure in the knowledge that my dance and stripper classes had paid off so well. I couldn’t care about those things. I had to get ready. I had to make myself beautiful. I didn’t have much time. I had to go and I had to go now.I turned towards my kitchen, passing by all of the remaining knickknacks, treasures, expensive pieces of pure white furniture that lay professionally and artistically sprawled about my loft apartment. I cared not about the rare paintings by Van Gogh or the priceless editions of works by Shakespeare or Chaucer. These things were priceless, yes. I was well aware of their monetary value. I had catalogued each piece when Jack was still with me, but now? Now they were only harsh memories and glaring reminders of what I was no longer in possession of. They were priceless for a totally different reason now and I had to make sure that they were well-cared for, because if tonight didn’t go well…I gave myself a firm mental shake. I wouldn’t even allow myself to go there. Failure wasn’t an option for me. I would be successful tonight. I didn’t have a choice.Having thrown away and cleaned up the broken pieces of the 2.5 million dollar vase, the cost of that one item punching me in the stomach like a hard fist, something I was extremely familiar with, I made my way upstairs to my master bathroom. My feet were silent as I walked across the soft white carpet. Usually I would be curling my toes into the thick, white carpet, a huge grin of delight on my face, happiness filling my being as I gloried in the sensation of the fiber beneath my feet, but there was no smile this evening. Ice flowed through my veins. My hands shook as I lifted my black eyeliner to the lid of my right eye and attempted to draw a straight line.I was nervous and I hadn’t been nervous in years. I was scared and fear was an emotion that I had long since choked the life out of and cast out of my entire existence. The presence of these two emotions was daunting, unnerving and made me even more determined to make sure that tonight was a success. I straightened my shoulders and exhaled, my eyes closing briefly as I centered myself. Reigning in my runaway emotions and capturing every fucking butterfly that flapped its disgusting wings in my belly, I silently began chanting my mantra as I finished putting on my eyeliner and gloss, before returning to my bedroom to change.I am beauty. Beauty is me. None can resist beauty and none can truly afford it. But beauty can be earned through persistence and courage and a nice, fat wallet. I chuckled silently as I remembered Jack’s expression of shock and then amusement the first time he’d heard me utter that mantra. He hadn’t asked me questions, but I knew that I had to only utter those words to myself from then on.Jack. There it was again. That same sickening feeling of dread filling my stomach with butterflies and my throat with nausea, causing my head to swim and my hands to shake. I had to stop thinking of him, had to push Jack as far away from my mind as I possibly could if I planned on making tonight a success. I had to focus on the goal, the finish line, the reason I was going out five days after Jack’s funeral. A funeral that I wasn’t even allowed to attend. This was a strategic move on my part. But then again, everything had been a strategic move on my part, since the day that I turned seventeen.I put one hand against my front door and put the other hand to my mouth, not recalling how I’d come to be back downstairs, completely dressed in a black button down shirt, white suit, slim white tie and black Italian loafers, trimmed in gold. Shoes that Jack had bought me. The last thing that he’d ever bought me. I inhaled deeply and forced back the nausea that threatened to overwhelm me and bring me to my knees. I blinked back the unshed tears and reached for my trusty emotional guard. I would need it this night.With another deep inhale I picked up my wallet, apartment keys, car keys, gate access card, elevator key, and most important, a few condoms. I had to make sure that I was prepared. Prepared for any scenario, any play, any eventuality. I walked out of my apartment, making sure to lock the door behind me and stepped towards the elevator. I bit my lower lip nervously as my mind flashed with images of every possible occurrence, each one filling me with fear, hope, excitement and worst of all…shame.What the hell was that about?Stepping out of the elevator as soon as the doors opened into the lobby I walked slowly, seductively, purposefully towards the front entrance, nodding at all of those who said my name, hoping that they didn’t notice the fluttering of my pulse in my neck, nor the light sheen of sweat on my forehead. When no one stopped me before I stepped out of the door, I knew then that Jack had been right about something else…again.Jack had told me about faking confidence in front of people, about having the right shield up with different people. Some needed the shield to keep them from prying in your life to gossip about you. Some needed the shield to keep them from using the information that they gleaned against you. But it was those last people, those horrible people that had so fully filled both him and Jack with an inexplicable surge of fear. They were the people that you needed to have not only a shield against them but a moat, drawbridge and a fucking dragon, because they were the type of people who actually cared about you and what happened to you.I didn’t need people in my life like that when Jack was still alive and I certainly didn’t need that type of person in my life now. No, I had a plan. I had a goal and nothing was going to stop me from meeting that goal. Nothing. It was how I got Jack, how I was so successful in every, single one of my previous goals and why I knew that my goal for tonight was going to go off without a hitch.I smiled slightly at the doorman who watched me closely. David Rush had never liked me. He’d spent a fair amount of time telling me that I didn’t deserve Jack and that I was really just a gold digger. The glares and condescending attitude was getting quite old and though I’d deny it even under threat of torture, it was all starting to hurt some small part of my heart, probably the only part that still existed, and it was making me angry and as if I wanted to cry. Like failing, crying was alsonot an option.“And how are you this evening Mr. Simpston?” David asked, not expecting a response from me, though he knew that I would give him one anyway. David may hate me, but I hated him just as much.I just nodded in answer, noticing the sneer that came to David’s face moments before he responded again.“It’s such a horrible thing that happened to Mr. Binzington. Isn’t it? Have you decided if you’re going to stay here or move yet Mr. Simpston?” the doorman asked in a low voice and seeing that my taxicab was pulling around the corner, I squared my shoulders and hid my trembling hands into my pants pockets. David would see my shaking hands as a sign of guilt, shame and fear. He would only be a third correct. I was fearful but not for the reason that he was thinking. I was only fearful because of the unknown factors of the evening. It was something that I would overcome. Eventually. I fiddled with the money in my pocket. It was going to be $26.13 for me to take the cab to the home where the party was being held. Giving a tip wasn’t necessary and in my case, it wasn’t my best option, nor even worthy of consideration, so I wouldn’t be giving one.Stepping towards the awaiting cab I gave David a politely false smile and said, “I’m not going anywhere David. I cared for Mr. Binzington, but I won’t have you trying to run me off because of it.” With those words stated in a huff, I climbed into my red Ferrari and headed off towards the party.Toward my date with destiny.Toward the night that changed my life forever.
July 9, 2012
Writer's Paradise
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"Can't wait for the next one."
"When's your next book coming out?"
"I should just give you my whole paycheck."
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"Your book made me cry."
"Your books touch me."
"Your book changed/saved my life."
Thank you. Everyone who wrote me. Everyone who sent an email, a tweet, a FB status update/message/comment/wall post. Thank you to every opinion [good or bad-and yes, even mean and/or spiteful/hateful]. Thank you to every review. Thank you to everyone who asked to interview me, review me, feature me.
Thank you to everyone who reads and then takes the time to let me know they did.
I appreciate you.
I mean that from the bottom of my heart. Thank you for reading. Thank you for supporting me and my writing. Thank you for commenting. Thank you for joining my Yahoo group, following my blog, following me on Twitter, talking about my books on Goodreads, Facebook, Twitter, on your blogs, to your friends. Thank you for wanting more.
And more.
And more.
You all make me smile. You make me want to keep writing. You inspire me to get better each time I sit down to put words on the page.
More than the royalty checks, the business cards that identify me as a published author, the mention on the GRL website as a supporting author... more than the author page on Amazon and Goodreads-- "Writer's Paradise" to me is all of you and knowing that all of you are reading.
So, thank you, from the bottom of this Southern gentleman's heart.
-Vicktor Alexander.
"I LOVED IT!"
"Looking forward to the next book."
"You are an auto-buy for me."
"I love all of your books."
"Your characters speak to me."
"I love Tommy."
"I love Devontae."
"I love Michael."
"I love Alex."
"I love Richard."
"I love Rowan."
"I love Mickey."
"Can't wait for the next one."
"When's your next book coming out?"
"I should just give you my whole paycheck."
"I love your writing."
"Your book made me cry."
"Your books touch me."
"Your book changed/saved my life."
Thank you. Everyone who wrote me. Everyone who sent an email, a tweet, a FB status update/message/comment/wall post. Thank you to every opinion [good or bad-and yes, even mean and/or spiteful/hateful]. Thank you to every review. Thank you to everyone who asked to interview me, review me, feature me.
Thank you to everyone who reads and then takes the time to let me know they did.
I appreciate you.
I mean that from the bottom of my heart. Thank you for reading. Thank you for supporting me and my writing. Thank you for commenting. Thank you for joining my Yahoo group, following my blog, following me on Twitter, talking about my books on Goodreads, Facebook, Twitter, on your blogs, to your friends. Thank you for wanting more.
And more.
And more.
You all make me smile. You make me want to keep writing. You inspire me to get better each time I sit down to put words on the page.
More than the royalty checks, the business cards that identify me as a published author, the mention on the GRL website as a supporting author... more than the author page on Amazon and Goodreads-- "Writer's Paradise" to me is all of you and knowing that all of you are reading.
So, thank you, from the bottom of this Southern gentleman's heart.
-Vicktor Alexander.
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