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My Sonny Man :D

This is my boy. 

He is the biggest, goofiest pup ever (and yes, he's named after *that* Sonny).

He's messy (note the floor -- believe it or not, it had *just* been vacuumed).

He's also kind of a slut. 

But he has a fabulous smile. :D

And he was a stunningly sexy puppy.

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Sex Scene Saturday -- Shutter Speed (m/m, light spanking)

 Hey y'all!
Happiest of Saturdays, y'all! :D I decided to pull an older piece out today, with one of my favorite sets of boys -- Kelly and Garrick.
I'd be happy to offer a free ebook of this piece to one person who comments -- I'll make Julia pick a number. ;-)
Check out some of my fellow participating authors:
sandysullivanauthor.blogspot.comwww.alexiske.blogspot.com http://www.sashawhite.net/blog/http://www.denisejeffriestheauthor.blogspot.com/http://stellaandaudra.blogspot.com/ 
What follows is not safe for work. ;-)BA
"Home sweet room."
He'd been telling the truth -- there were images and lights, filters and camera boxes everywhere, along with his laptop and his futon, his TV tray by the bathroom sink with peanut butter, bread, chocolate. It wasn't much, but there weren't bugs and the quilts on the futon were clean.
Garret chuckled. "Looks like my college dorm, man. Evil flashback. Well, except we had saddles and ropes and shit, not camera stuff."
"Basically, yeah. Want a beer? There are some in the cooler."
"Nah." Before he could blink, Garret was on him, pushing him up against the wall by the little sink, hips grinding against his ass. "I'd rather not waste what time I got."
Kelly chuckled, pushed back. Romance, thy name was cowboy. Good thing he was all about the good, hard fuck.
"You got any rubbers hidden around the place, Green?" Man, someone had picked right up on his nickname, like psychically or something.
"I do." He reached, pulled out the drawer by the sink and grabbed the line of condoms that were waiting.
"Hot damn." Garret's mouth found the nape of his neck, hot and soft, those wide, well-shaped lips making him shiver.
"Uhn." His hips rolled back, spine arching like a cat in heat. "That's good. There."
"Uh-huh. Salty. Humid out there." The breath of laughter made his skin draw up in goose bumps. Or maybe it was the way those big hands pulled his shirt up to find his belly. Kelly sucked in, let those fingers push in under his waistband, feel the smooth, waxed skin above his straining cock.
"Sweet. Smooth as anything." The bright, sharp pain of Garret's teeth biting into his neck came right behind.
"Fuck me." It was less a request than an exclamation, but either way would work for him.
"I plan on it, man." Garret's hands pushed and tugged and Kelly's jeans slid down over his hips, easy as you please.
He kicked out of his biker boots, losing another three inches when he did. "Dude, is that going to work for us?"
He turned his head to look.
"You have a futon." Neatly spinning him around, Garret tugged off his shirt and kind of tossed him like... like a bale of hay or something. Kelly landed, ass in the air, thighs spreading. Good thing he had a sturdy one. "Now, that's a picture." He heard the thump of starched cloth hitting the floor, of cowboy boots hitting the wall.
He groaned, spread a little, hand working his cock.
"Don't get too far ahead of me, now." His ass got a hard slap. "You got any lube to go with the rubber?"
He stuttered, toes curling. "Damn." Kelly opened his mouth to answer, but nothing sensible came out.
"Come on, man. I'm hurtin' here." Biting. There was biting on his ass now.
"You... I... Damn." He scooted forward, searching around the edge of the futon. He was jacking off the other day...
Oh.
Oh, there.
"Bingo."
"Fucking A." Garret grabbed it from him, leaning over Kelly's back, heavy cock pushing up under his balls.
It was hot, that heavy cock rubbing up against him, working him. They sort of hung there for a few minutes, rubbing back and forth, their skin sliding together. Sweet. Kelly stretched, a low hum escaping him. Garret was solid, hard as a rock and like a wet dream behind him.
"Pretty, pretty man." One hand slid around again, cupping his hand, his cock, rolling everything together in a slow circle.
"You've got amazing hands." He could feel every callus.
"And you have the softest damned skin ever. I swear, I want to leave marks all over." Garret bit his shoulder, sucking the skin right up after, the sting hard and sure.
Kelly's fucking world was swinging, cock hard and dripping, balls tight. Garret finally pulled back a little, hands slipping back to hold his hips. One finally left his skin, and he could hear the tube of lube flipping open. Kelly waited, listening, half-wishing that he was shooting this so that he could look at it, over and over.
Panting, Garret leaned up to kiss the side of his neck. "You like it hard and fast or slow and easy on the prep?"
"If I say hard and fast, will it make me sound like a slut?"
***
Shutter Speed: A Roughstock Story30 pages / 10250 words
ISBN: 978-1-60370-473-1, 1-60370-473-6
Available file types - html, lit, pdf, prc
Kelly is used to spoiled rotten celebrities and jerks in his line of work as a photographer, especially in Nashville. When he meets Garret, a Texas bull rider, he figures the man is just another redneck with an attitude. Garret takes exception to Kelly's smart mouth, and proves Kelly right when he picks a fight.
Garret isn't sorry that he shut Kelly up, but when he gets to know a little more about the hot young artist, he decides it's time to cowboy up and apologize. He offers to take Kelly out for a beer, hoping that it might lead to more. Can Garret and Kelly learn to get along long enough to find some common ground?
Available at Torquere Press and All Romance Ebooks.
Author's Note: Another Roughstock story. This one happens in the middle of Season One.

Blog Hop Against Homophobia

I thought for a while about what I wanted to say here. I mean, honestly, what is there to say that someone hasn't said?

I've always known I was queer. My friends always knew. My family always suspected, but, when and where I was a young woman, people weren't queer, not if they wanted to live.

Lesbians didn't live in East Texas. Gay kids were beaten to death in the county fair grounds. Girls that were too friendly with each other had bricks thrown at them in the cafeteria.

So I got married to a decent man and got pregnant. Basically like the women I knew in my home town that were like me. I had amazing, intense, breathless relationships with women that I called friendships, that ended disastrously because I was lying and there's a difference between friends and lovers. I managed, though. I functioned. I churched. I raised my family, went to school, began my career. I did fine, too, until I fell in love.

And the world changed.

And I changed.

I was in my early forties when I came out to my daddy. He still loves me. My mother's response was, "We always knew that."

Hate sucks.

Being afraid to be yourself sucks harder.

Thank heavens I stopped.

BA

PS -- my gift is a donation to the Lambda Legal Fund, $1 for every comment made on this blog up to $250. I know it's a different sort of prize, but I'm a different sort of person. ;-)

 Go visit the other blogs on the Hop. These folks are dear. http://hopagainsthomophobia.blogspot.com.

http://www.batortuga.com

Argh!

So, you know when you do something stupid?

Totally stupid?

Yeah? Me too.

I got up really early, went to my desk, tripped and immediately spilled a huge, brand new glass of water on my computer.

Total loss.

I just... Oh, y'all. I sobbed for about an hour. Then I went outside and weeded for an hour. Then I went to the Apple fix-it man who opened it up and went... "Oh... Oh, no."

Yeah.

So.

Lemonades from lemon part -- I run hysterical backups. I lost no data.

Still, Julia and I had to drive all over Austin to find a new machine. I'm currently trying to get it set up. I feel like an idiot, because I *never* do stuff like that.

And I did stuff like that.

And I hate that I did it. :P

Sex Scene Saturday -- Hey Jealousy (m/m, light spanking)

 Hey y'all!
A bunch of us got together and decided to celebrate Sex Scene Saturday. :D
I picked Hey Jealousy for your fun and reading pleasure (sex after the break) and I'm happy to let y'all choose next week's story, just holler.
Check out some of my fellow participating authors:
sandysullivanauthor.blogspot.comwww.alexiske.blogspot.com http://www.sashawhite.net/blog/http://www.denisejeffriestheauthor.blogspot.com/http://stellaandaudra.blogspot.com/ 
 What follows is not safe for work. ;-)BA
     "This is fucking insane..."     No. No, for once, they were doing something fucking right. "This is good, Rory. Just go with it." He'd prove himself this time. He so would.     He pushed at Rory's shoulder, got the man bent over the table, one hand on the small of Rory's back. Those hard thighs spread, Rory's balls hanging. Fucking hot. This was what Rory'd been wanting, probably what he'd been getting, from someone else. This was what Rory needed, what he was so ashamed of he couldn't ask for it.     Now he was going to get it from JW. He smacked a few more times, a little harder.     A low moan sounded, then Rory's butt shifted, pushed into a slap. Jesus. The man was moving, just loving what he was doing. Thing was, JW was liking it, too, his hand throbbing.     JW's mouth was dry, his eyes were fucking burning in his skull, not wanting to miss a second.     His hand was on fire, his cock was pressing on his zipper, and he could feel sweat trickle down his back. Fuck. He leaned down, tongue sliding over Rory's skin. It was surprisingly hot on lips. Hot with a tinge of salt.     Oh, God. He closed his eyes, sliding to his knees. He breathed in Rory's scent, happy as he'd been in a long time.     "Dub?"     Rory's scent was fucking everywhere. "Mmmhmm. You smell good." He rubbed his cheek on Rory's ass. Just like he was a cat or something. He was arching, his toes curling.     "Oh, God. I'm fucking hallucinating."     "You hallucinate about me and your ass?" That skin was red, little fingerprints standing out all over, fading together to make an amazing pattern.     "What I dream about ain't none of your business."     "No? I think it's all about my business. I told you I got your back." JW bit into the flesh of one asscheek, punishing a little.     Okay, so hearing that husky moaning sound rocked his world, almost as much as feeling Rory buck against him. Fucking A. Groaning, he licked where he'd bitten, needing to taste again. He was panting, his heart pounding.     "Fuck..." Rory spread a little wider, nails sounding on the table as the man scrabbled for purchase.     "Anytime." He meant it, too. Rory was a kinky little guy, right? Those hips canted for him, a clear offer. Jesus. Yes. JW loved to fuck, loved to slide deep into hot ass and push until he came.      He traced that hot crease with his finger, licking his lips as he watched. Rory was shaking for him. Oh, fuck. Hot. That tight little hole clenched, damn near like it was kissing his finger.     He pushed, because he couldn't not. He wasn't going much farther without slick, but damn. He had to feel, had to know. Tight. Perfect. Oh, fuck yes. Rory took him in, sweet as pie.     "Ro, I need something. Condoms. Lube." It was amazing he could still talk, his voice raw and hoarse and almost gone. .     "Bedroom." That one word was like a damn key in a lock, like this was it, somehow. Time to make shit right.     JW sprang to his feet and grabbed Rory, hauling the little bastard to the bedroom, just like that. He flung Rory on the bed and started digging in the matching nightstands. He took a second to stare. Damn. Just like in the one dresser drawer there were plugs. Cock rings. A fucking paddle.     His whole body went ping, but he ignored all that this time. All he needed was that little tube and one foil packet.     "We don't have to do this." Rory was hard as a rock, leaking, needing him. Those green eyes watched him, shadowed with doubt, hot with desire.     "Yes, we do." He tossed the condom and lube on the bed and started stripping off clothes.     "Oh, fuck." Rory's eyes were burning, looking hard, one hand working that fat prick.     "Don't you go off without me." He snapped it out, and Rory jumped, letting go of his cock. Oh, Jesus. That was... To know that Rory would take his orders like that made him moan, his balls pulling. "Get the lube, man. Start getting ready for me."     Rory nodded, belly flushing a dark red. So fucking hot. And his, damn it.     His.     Rory grabbed the lube, slicked up those callused fingers, and then pressed two in that tight little ring of muscle. JW watched, hands on his shorts while he forgot his own name.     "Take them off, Dub. I want to see." Rory was rippling, dancing on those fingers, body moving in slow, sensual rolls.      "You do, huh?" He grinned a little, thinking how long it had been, how they used to do their thing in the dark when they were drunk. Then he pushed his shorts down, his cock springing up to slap his belly. He hoped to hell Rory liked what he saw.      Rory groaned, tongue flicking out like the man was hungry. Fuck. Fuck, yeah.     Needy little fuck. JW was gonna turn him inside out. Then he was going to put Rory back together so he could do it again. He grabbed the condom, slipping it on while Rory worked that little hole. He pushed between Rory's thighs, spread the muscled legs wide. He wanted Rory to watch, to know who was fucking that little hole.     He wanted the man to know who would be the only one to do it from now on.     "Dub. Need."
***
Emerald: Hey Jealousy38 pages / 10000 words
ISBN: 978-1-61040-215-6

Available file types - html, lit, pdf, prc, epub

JW thinks he’s missed his chance at a romantic relationship with his best friend Rory forever, all because of a stupid moment when he was much younger. Rory wants JW desperately, but he knows his buddy just isn’t into the kind of games Rory likes to play, let alone into long-term relationship with a guy. When JW comes home from a long haul on the road, though, and finds Rory in a compromising position, he knows he’s found the way to correct his youthful mistake. Will Rory believe JW’s jealous response?

Available at Torquere Press, Amazon, and All Romance Ebooks.

Author's Note: *grins* Little spanking. Little bondage. Little fighting. Lots of fu... Well, y'all know. ;-)

Friday Friday Friday

Been writing today and it's been good. Waiting on the exterminator's scheduled visit. Hit a couple of garage sales.

I did get that rewrite done and in. Tonight we're making enchiladas for Julia's dad and playing cards for a bit.

Tomorrow is home repair day (curtains and painting and towel bars).

Monday, though. Monday I'm leaving Julia here and heading up north to spend a week with my best friend, Sean Michael. Eee!

We're planning many hours of goofing off, many hours of wandering, and a few hours of sharing ideas. I haven't seen Sean in damn near a year, so I'm looking forward to it. :D

That does mean that my blogging will be sporadic like whoa next week because, while I'll have wifi at Sean's, my phone/ipad won't want to work unless I'm there.

Y'all will forgive me, right?

BA

New Coke/Dillon short out today, y'all!

Official type blurb for The Retreat:

When Coke finally gets to invite his lover Dillon to the annual bullfighter retreat, all manner of mischief is on the menu along with the barbecue. The guys have three days before all their families show up. Can they get enough team-building done in seventy-two hours?

It's a little short moment in bullfighters' lives, but I sure had fun writing them. :D It's funny, isn't it? How some characters just write themselves?

Coke and Dillon are like that. I give them an opportunity and they just go and go.

Find The Retreat here: http://www.torquerebooks.com/index.ph...

Y'all have a good one!

BA

Took my daddy to the beach for the weekend

Oh, y'all, it was hilarious.

We went shopping. We went to the ocean. We flew kites with his granddaughters (my nieces). We grilled and bought shrimp right from the ocean.

Daddy had a good time, I think, and Julia and I spent a lot of time going "what if there was this guy," especially on the drives there and home.

The best part was the dolphin watching boat. Oh, man. *So* much fun for $10. There were tons and tons of dolphins, including a momma dolphin (which Julia informs me is a cow, but I like momma dolphin better) and her baby. OMG the CUTENESS. It was fascinating and they got close enough to really see and one? Jumped all the way out of the water and slapped the water with her/his tail.

We saw pelicans and we ate crab and shrimp, we drank cherry limeades and root beer floats. Daddy grilled the best hamburgers ever and Julia made her famous french onion dip and life was fun.

Also, I'm fairly sure Julia is 2 games up on the eternal family cribbage tournament score...

;-)

Y'all have a happy Monday! *kisses*

BA

I spraypainted a bicycle

I did.

It was an old bicycle I bought at a garage for Julia before I knew that Julia didn't ride bikes.

Y'all should have seen me. I paid the $14 for it, tested the tires and hopped on like it hadn't been 24 years since my old ass had been on a bike. O.o

I was bound and determined not to crash and burn, so I just rode it all the way home, Julia following me in the car. I made it, too. I was so scared, y'all...

At any rate, we've since bought Julia a three-wheeler and the old bike's been in storage. It's rotted, messed up, and totally trashed, so I decided to spray paint it.

It's now baby pink and sitting in the backyard as the world's biggest birdfeeder and perch.

It's not perfect. I ran out of paint and it was windy and I'm not the world's best spraypainter, but it makes me smile, every day (I can see it out of my office window) and, Sunday morning there were cardinal birds on it.

:D

Cardinals!

Also, did I tell y'all Julia made me a table for my herb garden so that the bassets of doom don't eat them?

She did. It was very cool. I'm proud. :D


Now I need to go out and water and possibly hula hoop.

BA

Being butch ;-)

As y'all probably have seen, Julia and I moved recently, downsizing into a condo of our own. Lord, it's been an adventure. Up on ladders, power tools, hammers.

We've put in a floor, replaced baseboards, hanged about 213400978 pictures. Put together a couch. Set up a computer network. Hooked up the television. Hanged cabinets, had faucets replaced. Daddy came and helped us put in a microwave and dishwasher. I built shelves. Julia installed sliding drawers.

Today we went to the home improvement stores. Tomorrow? Home improvement day! Well, Julia's improving. I'm working in the yard. She has curtains to hang, an ethernet cable to run, and a raised herb garden bed to build. I'm landscaping around the tree in the front yard and mulching, then I'll be planting flowers and tomatoes, jalapenos and green chiles, basil, parsley, oregano, cilantro, and dill. Then I'm hanging the hummingbird feeders and the last few windchimes and possibly weedeating around the front porch, although if Julia does that, I'll trim bushes.

Oh, and there are two birdbaths to set up, too.

We were heading for our 23423094870987th trip to Goodwill today and we were laughing, comparing scars -- Julia's drill bit her head, I dropped a birdfeeder on my big toe and broke it. We decided we were very butch today.

Well, I did have on my favorite pair of purple yoga pants...