Thursday, October 10, 2013

Back in the Groove Again!

Hey everyone!

After a tough summer and some healing from an unexpected MS relapse I experienced in August, I'm getting back into the writing groove again! And what better way to announce this than posting some hot photos I found on Tumblr yesterday:


I'm revisiting the characters of Ryan and Henry from Apartment 1209, to write about Henry's initial training visits in more detail, since so many readers expressed an interest in them.


My editor at MLR is supposed to send me the first edits for The Cross and the Trinity very soon, which I am sooooo excited about. I read over a bit of my manuscript last month and, really, I'm so very pleased with it and can't wait to make it even better for you all!


I'm also starting to plan the third book in the Beyond The Edge series, because I really want to see the three characters grow and develop in their relationship. 








xoxo
Liz

Wednesday, August 7, 2013

Summer Vacation...

Hello!

I am still here, believe it or not :)  Having a wonderful summer vacation with my kids.  Once they go back to school in a few weeks I will be posting more regularly.

There is no word yet as to when The Cross and the Trinity will be out. My editor is dealing with some personal issues at the moment and I also don't have alot of spare time right now. Again, come September, I will try to get things rolling in that regard.

I will also be working on a sequel novella/short story to my Love Has No Boundaries story, Apartment 1209, since so many people expressed a wish for more...

In the meantime, please enjoy these images of attractive men frolicking in the surf:






xoxo
~ Liz




Saturday, June 29, 2013

Happy Birthday To Me!!!

Great Birthday present for me that I can share with all of you - Apartment 1209 is finally up for free at Goodreads!


Henry Crocket, an industrious twenty year-old who works three jobs and goes to college, accidentally misplaces the key to his apartment one fateful afternoon. When rescued by his attractive neighbour, Ryan, he wonders if his days of being alone are over. He soon discovers that the older man is involved in a world out of Henry's darkest fantasies. Will he run? Or will he finally confront the deepest truths about himself?

*****

You can read it here, or download it here.

Monday, June 24, 2013

Beyond The Edge - Chapter Six (Shopping Trip)


Blurb: Tate Mackenzie has signed on for a weekend of kinky fun at the hands of respected Dom, James Lucas.  However, James has invited another man, twenty-four year-old Sebastian Doucette, to join in. Thrown together under James’ expert tutelage, the two men experience an instant attraction and begin a tentative relationship on their own time. But James hasn't been entirely honest with the boys and soon Tate finds himself the focus of two infatuated men. How will he choose the man he wants or the lifestyle he desires to pursue?

*****


When I got downstairs, Sebastian lay sprawled on the sofa in blue plaid pajama pants and a white t-shirt, watching TV. My poor hard cock twitched at that delectable sightfreshly showered, damp-haired, sexy blond boy. I knew James' restriction on climaxing was still in place for me so I hadn't dared rub one out in the shower. He had hidden cameras all over this place. Plus, he would just know.
Sebastian smiled and blushed when he saw me. God, he was so cute! He sat up straighter on the couch. “Hi Tate.”
“Hey,” I said, sitting next to him. It was hard not to touch him or kiss him, because I wanted to, so much.
He stared at me, like he was thinking the same thing.
“I really…”
“Thanks for…”
We both started talking at the same time, then stopped, laughing.
“You first,” he said to me.
“I really hope you're enjoying yourself,” I said with a grin. “'Cause I'm having a great time.”
He blushed more and nodded. “Jesus, do you even have to ask? I wanted to thank you for not being upset that James brought me in. I mean, I know it was just gonna be you and him, and maybe you wanted that?”
I shook my head. “It's fine. It's good. It's fucking great actually. I didn't really know what to expect at first, but I'm fucking loving this. I get to be with two really attractive men. And I like being ordered around, especially when it involves fucking a beautiful blond-haired, blue-eyed boy. Even if I don't get to come.”
His eyebrows knit together. “I'm really sorry I made you come in the shower.”
I laughed. “Sebastian, don't be sorry. Yeah, I screwed up but…it was kinda worth it.” I stared into his blue eyes. “Felt really, really good.” I grinned.
He smiled back at me. “For me too. And later, I mean, holy shit! I don't think I've ever come so hard. Ever.”
I nodded, picking up the remote and turning the TV back on. “Well, James is very good at what he does.”
We flipped channels in companionable silence until the doorbell rang. James had given me some money for the pizza guy, so I paid and brought the paper plates, soda water, and pizza into the family room. We were both starving so it didn't take us long to polish off a large vegetarian. James didn't believe in processed meats.
We lounged and watched TV, and Sebastian fell asleep. It took all my control not to snuggle against him or touch his face, but I knew James would keep an eye on us.
At ten forty-five pm I woke him up. James had instructed me to sleep in his room tonight and I had to be there by eleven. Sebastian would sleep in the guest room. Although part of me thrilled to the prospect of sleeping with James, I knew that it meant I'd be easy access for his prodigious appetites through the night. I doubted he would let me come until tomorrow, if even then so I quite possibly had a long, tortuous night ahead of me.
I said goodnight to Sebastian and headed upstairs


*****
In the middle of the night, James woke me with a hard push.
“Wake up, Tate.”
I opened my eyes. I tried to rub them and quickly realized that my wrists were tied to the headboard. Uh huh. Figures. I could hardly see a thing in the darkness but James' shadow loomed above me.
“Bend your knees.”
I did as instructed, my mind still hazy with sleep, and felt his lubed fingers on my ass. My neglected cock started to harden again. I moaned quietly as he pushed a couple of fingers inside.
“Oh yeah…your ass is so fine, my boy…”
He fingered me roughly, preparing me for his dick. I felt the desire rise in me as he treated me like his own personal fuck toy.
“It's lovely having a boy to serve me at my whim.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Do you enjoy serving me, Tate?”
“Yes, Sir.” Of course I enjoyed it. I fucking loved it.
I groaned as his dick pushed inside me and heard him gasp as it filled me.
“Oh…fuck…” he said, then hissed with the pleasure of it.
His cock felt so big. I grimaced as he began moving back and forth, in and out. It hurt a bit but I knew it would feel really good very soon, and maybe he'd let me come if I behaved myself.
Since I couldn't really see anything, I closed my eyes, concentrating on the noises he made as he had his way with me. I loved that he derived so much pleasure from claiming me as his boy.
This was my service to him.
He fucked me for a long time, the pleasure surprising me with its intensity. I kept getting really close and pulling futilely at my bonds as I wanted nothing more than to wrap my hand around my poor cock and pull the juice out of it. But I couldn't. And James, aware of my frustration, used his skill and patience to torture me for what must have been almost an hour. Finally, he couldn't contain himself any longer.
“I'm… I'm gonna come inside you, Tate…”
I whimpered and nodded frantically.
“Aaahhhfuck! I'm coming…I'm coming…” He groaned as he filled me up. He kept fucking me until his orgasm faded.
When he pulled his softening cock out of me I made a sad little noise.
“You liked that, didn't you, Tate?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He found my cock with his hand in the darkness, touching it gently, and I moaned in frustration.
“Oh, yes. You really did.”
I couldn't be quiet any longer. “Please let me come, Sir.”
He laughed. “Why should I?”
“I'm so hard…I'm so fucking horny…”
“I know you are. That's how I like you.”
“Please, Sir…” I pulled at my bonds again and thrust up into empty air. “Please, get me off…please, please, please… I won't be able to go back to sleep…”
I felt his body against my side and his face close to mine. My eyes had adjusted to the darkness and I could see better. “If I do, will you behave yourself tomorrow?”
I nodded. “Yes, I'll be good…I'll be so good…”
He chuckled. Soon I felt his hand on my face, covering my mouth. Then one of his fingers pushed at my lips. I opened, taking his long, thick finger inside my mouth, sucking it and massaging it with my tongue, moaning long and low.
“Oh, you are desperate, aren't you?”
I nodded again.
He moved his hand from my mouth, drifting it down over my chin and neck, chest and belly. I whimpered again as it approached my cock, and when it wrapped around me, I made a noise. He began stroking me slowly, sending intense waves of pleasure through my whole body. He was going to make me come.
I gasped and groaned, feeling the pleasure build and build, until I was on the cusp of it. Then he stopped and took his hand off me. My dick throbbed and twitched, waiting for him to resume, but he didn't. I made a desperate sound.
He clicked his tongue. “Quiet. You should have controlled yourself better yesterday. I might have got you off just now. But I feel like you need a little more punishment for the lesson to sink in.”
“But…Sir…” I gasped, devastated that he would leave me like this.
He ignored me, grabbing a towel from the bedside table to wipe himself off. He gently cleaned me up before tossing it into the hamper. Then he turned my face to his and kissed me soundly.
“Good night, Tate. Sweet dreams.”
He turned onto his side, away from me. I lay there breathing heavily for awhile. Nothing I said or did would change his mind. I knew that. He'd not undone my wrists, so I had to stay in this position for the rest of the night, my dick aching for release, my heart crying for some affection. I really thought he'd get me off and I almost wanted to cry. I pulled, frustrated, against the ropes, just to do something. I heard James chuckle.
“Go to sleep, Tate,he said in a tired voice.
Bastard.


*****
I dreamed of hot horny men taking turns fucking me. So many men came in my ass I lost count and I felt their combined spunk dripping down my thighs, soaking my skin. When one of them grabbed my dick and jerked it roughly, I climaxed with a yell, shaking and spurting everywhere…
I woke up breathing hard and feeling really really good. After a couple of moments I knew why. My dick still throbbed with the aftershocks of orgasm, and I could feel the coolness of the wet jizz on my belly.
Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!
The lingering euphoria faded quickly as I realized my predicament.  I pulled against my bindings as if there was a way to get loose. I turned my head only to see James sleeping soundly beside me.
I am so dead.
I let my body relax, trying to return to the place of peace I’d know upon waking, and wondering what I'd gotten myself in for. James would not be pleased when he woke up and saw what had occurred. What would the punishment be for this? I spent the next twenty minutes imaging all kinds of scenarios. When I heard movement beside me, I closed my eyes, not wanting to see his disappointment.
I felt him get out of bed and heard him turn on the lamp. He yawned, then there was silence. I wondered what he was doing, so I opened one eye to see.
He stood there, staring at my flaccid dick and smeared belly with an amused look on his face. “Oh dear,he said.
I blushed. “I'm so sorry, Sir.”
“Sometimes I forget how young you still are, Tate.”
I nodded, so humiliated and embarrassed.
“You know I'll have to punish you for this.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He untied my wrists and told me to shower then meet him upstairs. “We'll let Sebastian sleep a little longer.”
“Yes, Sir.”


*****
Up in the sunny loft, he strapped me over the spanking bench and paddled my ass for about fifteen minutes, showing me how disappointed he'd been. Then he tied me to the cross and flogged me for another fifteen. When he'd done he made me crawl on the floor and kiss his feet, promising that it wouldn't happen again.
To ensure that it wouldn't, he locked me into chastity for the rest of the day. Possibly for the rest of the weekend, but I didn't want to think about that.


*****
Afterwards, he woke Sebastian and had us make him breakfast, then feed ourselves, before giving us a list of purchases and sending us on an embarrassing and humiliating errand. It seemed that James needed some personal items for our weekend and, rather than getting them himself, he would make us do the dirty work. It was all part of the submissive experience, and I can't say that part of me didn't feel a delightful little thrill when I perused the items on the list. My ass and back were sore from my punishment but it only served to remind me that James owned me for the entire weekend. The steel cage on my dick helped with that too.
Sebastian didn't own a car, so we used mine. Our first stop was the big Shoppers Drug Mart on Bank Street. This was where the humiliation came in. The items we had to find and purchase here were four Fleet enema kits, two boxes of ribbed and studded condoms (size extra large), and two large bottles of Astroglide lubricant. And we had strict instructions as to how we were to carry out this errand. We were not allowed to use a basket or a cart. I was to find each item and give it to Sebastian to carry; Sebastian was to carry all the items and put them on the counter. I was to pay for them and we were not allowed to purchase a bag for the items, or to buy anything else, and if Sebastian were to drop anything in the store, I was not permitted to help him.
It was a brilliant idea, because at ten o'clock on a Saturday morning, that Shoppers would be packed. We had another list of things to buy at Wicked Wanda’s, and I knew we could have gotten the items on the Shoppers list there, but that wouldn't be as humiliating as gathering them in the middle of a crowded pharmacy. And, obviously, the things we were purchasing would give any observers a pretty good idea of what the two of us were up to this weekend. It was diabolical, actually. But, it was what I'd signed up for.
As I'd expected, the Shoppers was crazy with people. James had given me the list and I wasn't to show it to Sebastian, so he really had no idea what we were in for. He said hi to some people and thanked someone who offered him a basket, but I took it from him and replaced it. “We can't use that.”
He looked at me like I was nuts. I held up my list. “It says so on here.”
Comprehension dawned, then worry, then, when I led him toward the condom aisle, a fine pink blush began creeping up the skin of his neck and face. “We have to buy condoms?” he whispered, horrified. “But people will think we're gonna…with each other.”
I snorted. “Haven't you ever bought condoms before, Sebastian?”
“Of course,” he said quickly, “but never with another guy. What if they know we're gay and we're planning to use them with each other?”
I shrugged. I found two boxes of the kind we needed and handed them to him. “You're supposed to carry this stuff,” I said, starting to worry about his reaction when he saw what else we were buying.
He took the packs of condoms, looking around to see if anyone was near. A middle aged woman and her kid stood in the middle of the aisle, looking at ass cream. She glanced over, saw us, saw the condoms, and grabbed her kid by his jacket, pulling him down the aisle.
“Bitch,” I muttered under my breath as I grabbed two large bottles of Astroglide from the shelf and handed them to Sebastian. “Here.”
“Oh my God.” He blushed furiously. “Why didn't James stock up on all this stuff beforehand?”
I laughed. “Oh my dear Sebastian. How little you understand about James and the art of Domination.” I headed over to find the most embarrassing of the items we'd been sent for.
Sebastian followed me, managing the items I'd already given him with relative ease.  But when I found the Fleet enemas on the bottom shelf in the Laxative aisle, and gathered up four of them, he looked at me with wide eyes. “Oh no. Really? Those?”
“Yes, sir,” I muttered, handing them to him. He looked around frantically, tucking the condoms under his arm and trying to hold all four Fleet enemas in one hand. He dropped two of them and barely held onto the Astroglide.
“Shit!” he said, bending down to grab them. I stood motionless, feeling some empathy for his situation, but unable to assist him. A woman nearby saw Sebastian scrambling for his boxes, gave me a mean look and picked them up. As she held them out to him she must have realized what they were, because her face reddened and she said, “Sorry… here you are…” and as soon as he took them from her, turned tail and got the hell out of Dodge.
Jesus Christ, did anyone in this goddamn town have a sense of humor?
When he'd stood back up with the items in hand, his face beet red and a look on his face of profound humiliation, I started leading us to the cash. People stared at us, no doubt more from Sebastian's state of obvious embarrassment than anything else, although it did look peculiar that he was struggling to hold everything and I was walking casually along beside him. I gave several people a grin and a wink, just to dissipate some of the tension I was feeling.
We had to stand in line of course, and I could tell some people were eyeing our purchases with lewd curiosity. There was one guy who looked like he wanted to come with us when we left. But he was about a hundred pounds overweight and wearing sweatpants and a ladies jacket, so I didn't invite him. James wouldn't have approved anyway.
Sebastian dumped all our things on the counter when it was our turn. I think he just wanted to pay and get out of there at that point and I couldn't blame him.
The clerk, who had been laughing and speaking pleasantly to the customers, took one look at our items and clammed the fuck up. She didn't look at us as she scanned the four enema kits, two packs of condoms, and two bottles of lube. It actually would have been less embarrassing if she'd asked us what our weekend plans were, and I could've made up some shit about a prank with our friends. But no such luck.
“Would you like a bag?” she asked, finally looking at me and Sebastian. Her pupils widened and she blushed. Maybe she thought we were hot and was imagining all kinds of perverted things. At any rate when I said no, she looked down at the items and at poor Sebastian. She almost said something, didn't, finished ringing us up, and announced our total.
As I was paying her, I heard a low voice from somewhere behind me say, “Dirty fags.”
I paid the clerk, piled our items in Sebastian's arms, and dragged him out of there, before I was stupid enough to give the ignorant bigot a piece of my mind. I was tempted to shove one of our Fleet enemas up his stupid ass and make a run for it.
Out in the parking lot, Sebastian tripped on his shoelace and everything went flying, including him. He landed on his knees in a puddle and our hard won purchases scattered around him, luckily on dry pavement.
He almost started crying. I looked down at him, up at Heaven, down at him again, swore, and bent to help him up.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
He stood with my help and nodded. “I'm fine, I'm fine. You're not supposed to help me though, right?”
I shrugged. We gathered up the scattered shopping and headed for my car. “Technically, I wasn't supposed to help you in the store. It didn't say anything about the parking lot.”
He looked at me with raised eyebrows.
“What James doesn't know won't hurt me.”
“Thanks…”
I opened the car door and we dumped all our stuff on the floor of the backseat. After the experience in the store I didn't give a rats ass who saw this stuff in my car.
Our next stop, Wicked Wanda’s, would not be so terribly embarrassing. At least anyone who was shopping there was privy to their own secret proclivities and intentions, and the staff didn't make any judgments about what people bought.
Sebastian was rather silent on the way there.
“Are you sure you're okay, Sebastian?” I asked. His jeans were soaked and muddy from the knees down, his hands scraped and dirty.
He sighed. “Yep. Just not used to this kind of thing, I guess. The physical stuff I can take. It's this mental game-playing that's hard.”
“How do you feel, mentally, right now?”
“Violated, humiliated, shamed, and beaten.”
“Well, that is exactly how James wants you to feel. So, if you want, think of it like this. You are fulfilling his wish for you at this moment. That is all we should desire this weekend. To please him. You give yourself up to James for the next forty-eight hours and don't pay any attention to your own ego, even if it's writhing in humiliation and agony.”
He looked at me with amazement. “Wow. That's a really good way of looking at it.”
“It's the only way, really. Feel better?”
“Yes. Much. Thanks.”
“Don't worry. This part will be much more fun,” I said as I pulled into the parking lot.
Wicked Wanda’s, a small, tucked away little gem off Bank Street, was the best place to buy sex toys. They had the best prices, the best selection, even for BDSM gear, and the friendliest, most knowledgeable staff. I frequented the place myself, so I was pretty comfortable shopping here. As we went inside I pulled James' second list from my pocket.
Sebastian looked around at all the toys on display, his eyes widening, not from embarrassment this time. There wasn't even anyone else in the store, except a middle-aged woman who immediately approached us with a friendly smile.
“Hi there. Can I help you find anything today?” she asked. “I'm Sandra.”
“Um…” Sebastian murmured, looking at me.
“Yes, please.” I showed her my list. “I've been told to pick up all of these items, but there are only product numbers.”
She took the list from me, perusing it and then looking at us with renewed interest. “I see. So you don't know what you're in for.” It was a statement rather than a question, and I could see a hint of amusement on her face as she led us over to the whips and paddles.
“Well, I've got an idea…” I said, as she reached up and flipped through a row of paddles hanging together on a rack.
“Ah,” she reached one down. It was broad, wooden, and looked like it would give a serious swat. More serious than the one he’d used on me this morning. “This is the first item on your list.”
I took it from her, turning it over and hefting it in my hand. It was pretty heavy. I looked at Sebastian. “Bend over,” I said and started to laugh at the expression on his face. “Just kidding. I wouldn't dare. Do you know what James would do to me for paddling his boy without permission?”
Sebastian covered up his obvious relief with curiosity. “What's the next thing on that list?”
“Hm, let's see…” Sandra looked at the list. “Ah yes. Come over here, gentlemen.”
We followed her over to the butt toy section.
“Jesus Christ…” Sebastian murmured. “Some of these are huge.”
The woman laughed. “They come in all shapes and sizes. Just like people.” She picked up a motherfucking gigantic fist shaped dildo and I almost pissed my pants. Sebastian made a frightened noise.
“Something like this, for instance, is only for serious players.”
“Um, that's not on the list, is it?” Sebastian squeaked.
“No, sweetie, it's not on your list.” She put it back and picked up a realistic looking flesh colored phallus, large but not incredibly intimidating. “This one is though.”
I nodded. “Okay. That's…manageable.” It was smaller than the black one I’d had in me yesterday.
We all laughed, with relief.
Then she picked up a large butt plug. “How about this?”
I raised my eyebrows “Well…”
“You need two of them. I'll have to go in the back.” She handed me the plug and went through a door at the back.
Sebastian and I looked at the large plug. “I guess we don't have to fight over it, since we're getting two,” I said, attempting humor.
“He's gonna put that in my ass?” Sebastian asked fearfully.
I shrugged. “Or tell me to put it there. Haven't you ever been plugged?”
He shook his head. “Nope.”
“Oh boy, are you in for a treat. Feels amazing. Especially if you're plugged when he paddles you.”
“Really?”
“Well, I really like it.”
Sandra came back with two plugs and the flesh colored dildo in packages. I put the display model back on the shelf.
“I'll put these on the counter for you,” she said with a smile. Thank God for Sandra. This was much more pleasant than the whole Shoppers Drug Mart fiasco.
“Thanks.”
When she returned she looked at the list again. “Okay. Nipple clamps and ball stretchers.”
Sandra collected the rest of the items on our list. He only wanted one set of each, so that was mildly comforting. Okay, not really.
I gave Sandra James' credit card.
“Hmm, I figured it was him. You're not the first attractive young men to come in here looking for items on a specific list. But I've never seen a matched set before…” She winked and grinned to let us know she meant her remark in good humor.
I cleared my throat but I couldn't think of anything to say, but Sebastian surprised me by saying, in a clear and proud voice, “It's nice having someone to share the experience with.” He took my hand in his warm one. I looked down at our joined hands thinking that James would not approve, but frankly I didn't care.
My nerves hummed a happy tune at the contact as I met his gaze. “Yeah, I agree.”
We paid for our things and luckily were allowed to let Sandra pack them up in a thick black plastic bag. As we made our way out, she called after us.
“Have a fun weekend, boys.”
I smiled back at her. “Most likely…”
     She laughed and waved us out.

*****