Jacqueline Brocker's Blog, page 20
May 20, 2012
Further with ‘Water and Dust’: contemporary m/m fiction
Continued from here. The water Brendan shook around him was quiet compared to his words, deafening for all their softness. Marc sighed, and entered the water. The coolness encased him, silky, soft, like a glove, or a balm, soothing the scratches on his shoulder. The water enveloped his cock. It rose and fell easily between [...]
May 19, 2012
Resurfacing, and an interview
Feel like I’m finally emerging from something of a bubble I was lolling around in for the past week or so. Combination of some unfortunate stuff in my personal life, including something I noticed on Wednesday; my sleep pattern is a little off. I’ve always been someone who takes up to an hour to fall [...]
Once more, Water and Dust: contemporary m/m fiction
(Because L asked me to continue it. Thanks love. I’ll pick up where I left off.) Continued from here – Marc chuckled, but his face burned as he peeled off the jeans, his cock shyly slipping out and hanging loose once he’d unbuttoned. No one was around, and yet his nakedness felt all the more [...]
April 23, 2012
Dragon Day: St George’s Day
So today, other than being the anniversary of William Shakespeare’s death, is of course St George’s Day (wikipedia has a decent summary of him in relation to the dragon legend.) Which strikes me, in terms of what I’m looking at with dragons, as an odd way to celebrate them, for this is a tale about [...]
March 29, 2012
‘Water and Dust’ goes on: contempoary m/m fiction
Previously – Brendan slipped in the water. It rippled, a distorted mirror, fracturing and wavering the trees in the reflection. Marc lowered what he carried to the ground. Once, the sight of Brendan naked and wet, his skin reflecting the moonlight, would have sent blood rushing straight to his cock. Now, as he watched Brendan [...]
March 28, 2012
Wanton Wednesday: Mouth
Cut for being NSFW. M/F vignette for Wanton Wednesday. Suspect the piece is terribly pretentious rather than insightful or sexy. Ah well. It's the shape of his lips that I first notice; the cupid bow curls and the gentle, upward ticks at the ends of his mouth. After that I see how pink and plump [...]
More ‘Water and Dust’: contempoary short m/m fiction
* They weren’t long back in the trees when Marc realised their destination, and he smiled. The pool lay like a bright shield, silver in the moonlight, quiet and undisturbed. So bright that they almost didn’t need the lanterns. The trees, long black fingers, stood like silhouettes against the shimmering light. When they came to [...]
More 'Water and Dust': contempoary short m/m fiction
* They weren't long back in the trees when Marc realised their destination, and he smiled. The pool lay like a bright shield, silver in the moonlight, quiet and undisturbed. So bright that they almost didn't need the lanterns. The trees, long black fingers, stood like silhouettes against the shimmering light. When they came to [...]
March 27, 2012
Continuing ‘Water and Dust’: contemporary short m/m fiction
Forget what (little) happened before? Read here. If you’re just coming into this, it’s a short m/m piece, each part approximately six sentences long. Aiming to be more romantic and a little sensual rather than overly smutty. * Marc started. The usual excuses came to his mind: it’s late; we should sleep early; the lights [...]
