Saturday, December 31, 2011

A Busy Year!!!

Well, as 2011 draws to a close, I can't help but emit a satisfied sigh.  I was looking at my Goodreads Author Profile yesterday (I hadn't even heard of Goodreads last year), and could hardly believe all of the books listed there.  Granted, a few of them are free reads, but it is still my writing, my hard work, out there for everyone to read and hopefully enjoy.  I have four actual published works out, as of now.  I am filled with a great sense of achievement and accomplishment.  I feel like part of my life has just begun and I look forward to producing many more books through my forties and fifties.

I have learned so much this year.  I have learned how to take a piece of writing and go through it for repetitive language and phrasing, fine tuning and working on sentence structure and verb tense to improve it.  I have even done some copy editing for a friend of mine, now that I feel confident in my abilities.  I have learned a bit about the publishing business.  I have learned alot about internet social applications and how they can feature in promotion and creating a public name for myself.  I have learned how lucky I am to have a husband who supports me completely in this enterprise, even though the subject matter of my stories is not particularly to his taste.  He is so proud of me and I love him so much.

I have high hopes for the coming year as well.  I am planning on completing a full length novel (at least 65,000 words) that will be published in paperback.  I cannot wait to actually hold a book launch party for my friends where I can actually sell hard copies of my writing, and even sign their books!  Of course, typically, it is going to be my most hard core erotic story to date, a m/m bdsm romance.  However, when I looked at my Goodreads ratings yesterday, it seems that my highest rated story is my free bdsm romance, The Story of E.  So maybe it is meant to be :)  I really do enjoy combining serious domination/submission play with romance and strong attachment.

Xavier Axelson, my friend and fellow writer, will be interviewing me in his column at the LA Examiner on Wednesday, January 4th!  I'm so excited.  He asked me the most interesting and revealing questions :)

I have had a really nice break over the holidays, from my blog, my novel, Facebook etc.  I am reading an actual hardcover book (The Collected Stories of Carol Shields), perusing my decorating magazines, cuddling with my children, and otherwise slowing down and appreciating all the things I have to be grateful for.

My daughter, unfortunately, was quite sick at Christmas with Strep Throat, and after recovering from that, was hit with another virus (fever, cough).  She is finally back to herself today.  Even though it made the holidays a bit stressful and not so enjoyable, I am grateful that it was not anything more serious.  It looks like we will all be entering the New Year in relatively good health and spirits, and that is truly a blessing to be cherished.

Happy New Year everyone!


Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Free Christmas Story!!!

My Christmas gift to you.  I wrote this for and it can still be found there.  However, I have changed the names of the characters here to avoid copyright infringement.

Summary - Daniel is deeply in love with his boyfriend, Bruce.  As they watch the Christmas tree lighting ceremony in Trafalgar Square, he notices Ethan, a fetching young backpacker, shivering in the cold.  Daniel and Bruce offer Ethan a place to spend the night and get much more than they bargained for...


“Uncle Daniel, I can’t see…” Sophie tugged on my sleeve.
“Here, kiddo – I got ya.”
Before I knew it, Bruce had picked her up and put her on his broad shoulders so she could have a better view of the enormous Christmas tree and the costumed carollers singing at its base.  The floodlit fountains of Trafalgar Square looked like a Holiday fairyland.  A huge crowd had gathered for the lighting of the Norwegian fir tree.
“Is that better, chook?” I asked her.
She nodded, a huge smile on her pretty face as she held onto Bruce’s head.  “Now I’m taller than you and Uncle Bruce!” she said with a child’s inherent pride.
“Yes, you are.” I affirmed, taking in the heartwarming sight of my five-year-old niece on the shoulders of the love of my life.
Bruce was, well, my boyfriend.  But he was much, much more than that.  He was my constant companion, my closest friend, my lover, my strength and my light.
He saw me looking and gave me his trademark smile and a wink.  “She’s light as a feather.”
The carollers went suddenly quiet, and I knew it was time.  So did Sophie.
“They’re going to light the tree!” she said, her angelic voice containing all the joy of my lost childhood.  Her eyes were bright with it and her smile couldn’t get any bigger.  She looked beautiful in her red wool coat, black boots and gloves.  The little red tam sat on her blond curls at a jaunty angle.  And Bruce in his pea coat looked as handsome as ever.
The M.C. began the countdown and the crowd joined in.  I watched Sophie and Bruce counting down and my heart was full.  This would be a good Christmas.  Last year, I’d had no-one and was going no-where.  This year, I had everything; a cozy home, a loving partner, a wonderful family and a well-paid job that I actually enjoyed.
“Three … two … one!”
The crowd cheered as thousands of white fairy lights illuminated the massive fir tree.  The choir launched into ‘Hark! The Herald Angels Sing’ and Sophie’s face was the picture of joy and awe.
I really didn’t see how life could get any better.
I gazed around me at the other people enjoying the ceremony, and saw a bloke standing off to the side.  He wore a blue denim jacket as his only defense against the cold.  He had his hands shoved in his pockets and he was shuffling his feet.  The trainers on his feet looked torn and tattered.  But it was the expression in his very blue eyes that caught me.  His face looked like Sophie’s - full of childlike excitement at the spectacle before us.
Suddenly, his head turned and he caught me staring.  I couldn’t look away as his blue eyes locked onto mine.  The smile on his face was directed at me now.  He nodded, touched his hat, then turned back to the tree.  But I could see that he was shivering.  I suddenly noticed the large battered rucksack leaning against the stone half-wall near him and everything clicked.  So many young men and women came over here and backpacked around, finding beds in hostels and sometimes sleeping on the street.  I wondered if he had somewhere to go tonight.  It was unseasonably cold for London.
Before I could even process my actions, I started walking over there.  As I got closer I took in his at least six foot frame with an appraising eye.  He was lean but muscular and his hair fell almost to his shoulders in messy waves beneath his hat.
He sensed my approach and turned those vivid blue eyes on my again.  I stopped dead in my tracks.  I felt his gaze shoot through me and the response in my groin was hard to ignore.  But I tried.
“Hello,” I said, holding out my hand.  “Name’s Daniel Conner.”
He smiled and pulled one of his hands from his pocket.  “Ethan James” He drawled with a grin.
“You’re American.”
He nodded.  “From Texas.”
I shook his hand – it was like ice.  “You’re freezing.”
He chuckled.  “Never gets this cold in Texas.”  There was a quaver in his voice.  He really was shivering.
“Got somewhere to stay tonight?”
He shook his head.  “The hostels are all full.  And, uh … I’ve got no money anyway.  Spent my last dollar on the train from Germany.  I’m gonna look for a job at a pub or something …”
I looked him over again and decided to go with my instincts.  “Look, if you'd like you can spend the night at my place – I live with that big bloke over there.”  I gestured at Bruce, who was still watching the spectacle.
“That yer kid?”
“No, that’s my niece.  We have to drop her off at my sisters’ and then we’ll be heading home.”
He looked at me curiously.  I decided to come clean.  “He’s my boyfriend.  If that makes you uncomfortable …”
“And you’re inviting another man home?” He raised an eyebrow.  As he slowly looked me over I realized he wasn’t uncomfortable at all.
Suddenly, I was.
“Well, uh, I mean, we have a guest room …”
He laughed.  “I’m just being a smartass.  I would be honored to accept your kind offer, Daniel.  I’m starting to lose feeling in my toes.”
“I figured as much.  Come on.”
He grabbed his backpack.  We headed over to Bruce and Sophie.
Bruce looked a bit startled to see me with Ethan but he recovered and was as polite as ever.  I explained the situation.  Ethan shook Bruce’s hand and took off his hat to bow to Sophie, causing a flurry of giggles.
“Well, we’ve got the space.  You’re not allergic to cats, are you?” Bruce asked.
Ethan shook his head.  “Nope.”
“Good.  ‘Cause you’re not the first stray Daniel’s picked up.” He grinned at me and I thanked God for his easygoing personality.  “You ready to go, Squirt?” he asked Sophie.
“Aw, they’re still singing.” She whined.
“Sophie, we promised Robin we’d have you back by 8:30.” I said.
“Awwww.” She moaned as Bruce put her down.
“We’ll come again, all right?  Maybe a few days before Christmas.”
“Okay.  You better not be fibbing, Uncle Daniel.”
Bruce laughed.
“Why would I lie to you, Soph?” I said, offended.
“Ethan’s a funny name,” she said, gazing at the man walking with us.
“Sophie’s a very pretty name.” he said and winked at her.  She blushed and leaned toward Bruce.  “I think Ethan’s pretty.” She said quietly.
“You just said it was a funny name.” Bruce argued.
“His name is funny.  But he’s pretty.”
Bruce looked at Ethan and then at me.  I shrugged.
“Why, thank you.” Ethan said with that Texas drawl.  I felt goosebumps on my neck and certain reactions in other areas.  “Not as pretty as you, though.”
She giggled again and pulled on Bruce.  “Come on!”
In the car on the way home, Sophie wrinkled her nose and said, “Something stinks.”
Bruce and I exchanged a glance.  Ethan said, “I’m afraid it’s me, Sophie, and I do apologize.  I haven’t been able to shower for a few days.”
“I only have a bath twice a week and I never stink.” She responded.
“Grown ups are different, Sophie.” I explained.
“Yeah, we’re stinkier,” Bruce said.  “Pheromones.”
“What-a-mins?” Sophie asked.
“Never mind.”
“You have stinky farts.” Bruce said.
“Hey!” Sophie kicked the back of Bruce’s seat.
Ethan laughed.
We dropped Sophie off at Robin’s and drove to our condo apartment on London’s East Side.  Ethan really didn’t smell that bad but we were all relieved to get there.
I keyed us in and showed Ethan the guest room.  The three cats twined around my legs and purred in welcome, sniffing Ethan with curiosity and a hint of disdain.  “You’re welcome to use the shower.  There’re clean towels in the closet right here.”  I showed him.
“Thank you, Daniel. I do appreciate your hospitality.”
I left him to it and found Bruce in the kitchen putting on a pot of coffee.
“Hey, I hope you don’t mind that I …”
“Daniel.  It’s fine.  The guy’s a popsicle.”
I nodded.  “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For indulging all of my whims …”
He came close and pulled me into his arms.  “I like indulging your whims,” he said into my ear.  “And I have some whims of my own that you can indulge tonight.”
My cock hardened further.  I pressed it against him.  “You got it, love.”
“And you’re gonna get it, Danny, baby.”
“Excuse me.”
We turned to see Ethan standing in the kitchen doorway with nothing but a towel around his hips.  My prick hardened even further and I think Bruce’s did too.
“Sorry to interrupt.  Do you have a washing machine?  My clothes are pretty mucky.” He held up the plastic bag in his hand.
“Yeah, of course,” I said, moving to take the bag.  He wouldn’t let me.
“Don’t you get those pretty hands dirty, Daniel.  I’ll just dump them in and take care of it after my shower.  I just didn’t want to leave them on the floor.”  I saw his eyes drift over me and then they drifted over Bruce.  “Phew.  You English boys sure are handsome.”
I gulped.  Bruce laughed.  “Do you like handsome boys, Ethan?”  Bruce asked, with his standard forthrightness.
Ethan looked down at the floor, then back up at us with a grin.  “Well, yes, I do, as a matter of fact.  Never turned away from a pretty girl, neither.”  He shrugged.  “I don’t really believe in unnecessary limitations.”  This time he looked us over with obvious interest.  “Life’s too short, y’know?”
I looked at Bruce.  He couldn’t seem to tear his eyes away from the blond man in our kitchen.
All I could think to say was, “Bruce isn’t English.”
Ethan shrugged.  “I won’t hold that against him.”
I cleared my throat.  “The laundry room is this way …”
Once Ethan was safely in the shower I found Bruce drinking his coffee at the kitchen table.  I poured myself a cup and sat down across from him.
“Jesus.” He said.
“I know.  He’s …”
“…incredibly hot.”
“And interested.”
We looked at each other, neither daring to say what we were both thinking.  Finally Bruce said, “Do you want to … ?”
I blushed and shifted in my seat.  “If you want to.”
“Daniel.  Do you want to fool around with Ethan?”
“Good.  Me too.”
“Fuck, yeah.”
“Then, we’re gonna do this?”
“Fuck, yeah.”
“Okay.  Only …”
“I’m a little nervous.”
Bruce grinned.  “Just follow my lead, baby.”
There were so many reasons why I loved this man.
Bruce decided to throw together a chicken stir-fry while Ethan showered.  Yes, the man could cook.  And he indulged my whims, and he loved me.  I was truly blessed.
I had put out some clothes of mine on the guest room bed, since Ethan and I were pretty much the same height and build.  So it shouldn’t have been such a shock when he appeared in the kitchen wearing my navy Manchester United sweatpants and an old light blue hooded t-shirt with long sleeves.  Maybe it was the way the shirt clung to his lean form and set off his cornflower blue eyes.  Or the way the pants hung from his narrow hips.  Or the way his hair, still damp from the shower, hung in soft, silky waves to his shoulders.  It looked blonder, now that all the grime was washed out. 
I wanted to touch it.  I could barely form words as I looked him over and imagined what might happen this evening.
“Um … Bruce made … are you …” I stammered.
“You want some grub?” Bruce asked him, flashing his grin and elbowing me out of my stupor.
“Well, you boys sure know how to treat a guest.” Ethan drawled.  “Grub sounds great.”  He smiled and it lit up his face like Christmas.
We served up Bruce’s stir-fry and some rice in the dining room.  Ethan spent the first ten minutes eating steadily.  He cleaned his plate in no time.  He drank the lager Bruce served him in massive gulps that made his Adam’s apple bob and caused a further tightening in my pants.  God, the man was sexy.  He must have been pretty hungry.  I watched the way he licked his lips and moved his mouth as he ate.  By the time he’d finished, my prick stood rock hard and aching.
Don’t get me wrong.  Bruce and I had a great sex life.  It didn’t feel like anything was missing.  But, right at this moment, all I wanted was Ethan’s hot Texan mouth wrapped around my dick.
He caught me looking and licked some soy sauce from his lips as he finished his meal.  He smiled.  “Sorry.  I was pretty hungry.”
“Would you like some more, Ethan?”  I offered.
He shook his head.  “Nah.  Don’t want to over do it.”
“So, are you planning on staying in London for awhile?”  Bruce asked as we ate our supper at a more leisurely pace.
“Not really.  I want to go through Scotland and Ireland before I go back to the States.  I’ll probably just do some lame job for a few months to earn some money for the next leg.”
“I guess you like traveling.”  It was a pretty stupid statement.
He grinned.  “I get bored easily.” He leaned forward and looked me in the eyes.  “I like constant stimulation.”
I gulped.
Bruce cleared his throat.  “Okay, I’m done.”
“Me too,” I said.  We started clearing the plates.
Ethan helped us.
I went in the kitchen and loaded the dishwasher, trying to calm my breathing and my nerves.  I heard Ethan ask Bruce, “Where does the soy sauce go?”
“In that cupboard right above Daniel.”
I looked at Bruce.  He had a sly grin on his face because he knew that I knew we kept the soy sauce in the fridge.  I looked at Ethan.  He smiled as he approached.
“Excuse my reach …” he said as he pressed his body against my back and raised his arm to the cupboard.  He smelled of body wash and arousal and I could feel his erection pressing against me.  I froze, unable to move.  I think I let out a quiet moan.  Ethan put the soy sauce away and closed the cupboard, oh so slowly.  But he didn’t move away.  I could feel him and smell him.  I yearned for him desperately - it was ridiculous.
“Daniel,” Bruce said quietly.  “I think Ethan’s waiting for a kiss.”
Before I knew it I turned and grasped Ethan’s blond head in my hands.  I kissed those perfect lips and drowned in his taste.
“Fuck, yeah.” I heard Bruce mutter.  “That looks so hot.”
Ethan grinned against my mouth and kissed me back, matching my fervor and pressing himself against me.  He grabbed my ass and pulled me close.  Then he broke away from my mouth.  “Fuck, Daniel – you’re hard as a rock, boy.”
I groaned and started licking and kissing his neck.  I moved my hands down to the hem of his shirt and pushed it up, sliding my hands up his smooth torso.
“Easy, baby,” Ethan said.  “Why don’t you take me to bed?”  He took my hand and looked at Bruce who was leaning against the counter with his arms crossed, watching us.
“I hope you’ll be joining us, sir?” Ethan said in his fuck hot southern drawl that was doing strange things to my insides.
“Wouldn’t miss it, Ethan.  Daniel.” He nodded to me.  I flashed him a grateful smile and led Ethan by the hand down the hall to our bedroom.
Now that I knew this was going to happen, and that both Bruce and Ethan wanted it to happen, my guilt for wanting it started to diminish and my confidence returned.
When we reached the bedroom, a room that Bruce and I had decorated with a modern masculine sensibility, I pulled Ethan into another kiss.  I just couldn’t get enough of his plump pink lips.  The smooth skin of his freshly shaved chin felt good against my evening stubble.
He kissed me back and pulled me onto the bed with him.  Then he turned to Bruce.
“Okay, big boy, what do you want to see?”
Bloody Christ.  I was going to combust.  My prick was so hard at this point it was starting to really hurt.  Please, Bruce …
“I want to see you suck Daniel’s gorgeous cock.”
Oh, thank god.  I heard Ethan’s chuckle and then his hands were on my flies.  I stared at Bruce over Ethan’s shoulder as Ethan undid my jeans and palmed my prick through my boxer briefs.  I moaned and Ethan made a noise.
“Mmm.  I suppose I should call you ‘big boy’.”
“It’s all relative …” I murmured.  “You haven’t seen Bruce’s yet.”
“And you boys haven’t seen mine.”
He yanked my jeans and boxers down.  My prick sprang free.  It was big but Bruce’s was bigger.  And from what I’d felt under Ethan’s jeans, his was similarly proportioned.
“Oh, Daniel,” Ethan whispered, gazing at my leaking prick like it was the most beautiful thing in the world.  “That should be a tourist attraction.  Fuck the goddamn Christmas tree in Trafalgar Square.  This is what I’ll remember.”  He wrapped his hand around me and took the head of my cock in his mouth.
“Oh … bloody hell …” I moaned.
“Jesus … yeah …” Bruce murmured.  I glanced over.  He watched us, his eyes wide and his hand down his own pants.  “Daniel, take your shirt off.” He said.
I peeled off my t-shirt and threw it on the floor.  Then Ethan pushed me onto my back and sucked me in earnest.  His forearms kept my hips and thighs from moving as he went at my cock like it was a feast from the Gods.
My head slammed back and hit the headboard with a thwack.  Ethan went at my prick like it was his last meal or something.  I groaned loudly as his mouth took me from happy to ready to blow in seconds.  “Is this … " I moaned, “ … what they teach you … in Texas?”
He didn’t answer – he couldn’t – but Bruce laughed.  “Naw.  They shoot you for this in Texas.”
Just then, Ethan’s bright blue eyes met mine as he looked up, my cock still in his mouth.  He moaned on my prick as I pulsed in his pretty mouth.
“Oh, shit … I’m … fuck, Ethan, I’m coming...”
He pulled off me and stroked me hard with his hand as I came.  I groaned and held onto the headboard for dear life as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through me.  “Bloody Christ …” I panted as I watched myself shoot all over his warm hand.
He wiped his hand on his shirt before kneeling up over me and stripping it off.
“You wanna taste of Texas, baby?”
He pushed his pants down and waved his big hard Texan prick in my face. 
Bruce laughed.  “Go on, Danny.  Show him how British boys suck dick.”
I grabbed Ethan’s big cock in my eager hand.  I stroked it a few times, making him groan and causing a drop of moisture to bead at the tip.  “Oh, baby, yeah …” I said, gathering it with my thumb and swirling it around him.  I glanced at Bruce.  He watched us with wide eyes.  I fucking loved putting on this show for him and I loved that he got off on it.  I winked at him and turned back to Ethan’s prick, wrapping my lips around it and swirling my tongue around the tip.
Tea and fucking crumpets, Daniel!” Ethan muttered.  “Do you kiss yer mum with that mouth?”
I couldn’t help laughing which must have vibrated my throat in a good way.  He moaned loudly and twined his fingers in my reddish brown hair. 
“Oh, yeah … oh, yeah …”
I grabbed his bottom in my hands, guiding him deep as I swallowed his big cock.
“Oh, fuck, Daniel … stop … oh, fuck … stop … please …”
I pulled off him, wondering what was wrong.  He closed his eyes in concentration and held up his hand.  I waited.  When he opened his eyes again they were full of apology and raw need.
“I almost … fuck, Daniel, that tongue of yours just about did me in and there’s something else we need to do here, as long as …”
He looked at Bruce.  “You boys have been so generous with your hospitality but I have to ask for just one more thing … Bruce, may I please fuck your boyfriend?”  Ethan’s questioning grin belied his southern aplomb. 
Bruce replied, “That’s up to Daniel.”
Ethan looked at me.
“Well, since you said please …”
His grin widened and my prick was rock hard again.
“Oh, Daniel, you won’t be sorry.” He said, divesting himself of his jeans and boxers.  Then he yanked mine off and rolled me onto my stomach.  “If you’ve never been fucked by a Texan, well … you’ve never been fucked proper.”
“Hey.” Bruce muttered sulkily.
“Don’t worry.  You’re next.”
“Fuck …”
I giggled.  Yeah, I fucking giggled as this brazen Texan hovered over me and kissed a trail down my neck and back, his hands caressing my pale British backside the while.
I heard the bedside drawer open and turned to see Bruce, his shirt and pants off finally, in nothing but his tight boxer briefs, rummaging in the drawer.  He tossed Ethan a condom and a tube of lube and leaned over to kiss my cheek.
“Is this okay, babe?” he whispered in my ear.
I nodded.  “Bruce, this is bloody incredible.  The best Christmas present ever.  I love you so much …”
“Me too, Danny.  You wanna hold my hand?  He’s got a pretty big dick.”
“Piss off and just watch.  I want to hear what it looked like later …”
Bruce patted my shoulder and chuckled under his breath.  He moved to sit near us on the bed.
I clutched a pillow to my chest and gazed at Bruce as Ethan prepared himself and finally dribbled some lube on my ass.  I shivered at the coldness and the delicious feeling of it sliding and dripping down my crack.  
“Oh, fuck …” Bruce moaned, his hand disappearing into his shorts again.
Then Ethan rubbed a slippery finger along my crack and murmured, in his Texan drawl, “Little Jack Horner, sat in a corner, eating his Christmas pie.”
I groaned as Ethan slid his thumb in my ass as far as it would go.  
“He stuck in his thumb,” he wiggled it and pulled it slowly out of me. “and pulled out a plumb, and said, what a good boy am I.”
I groaned, wanting his thumb back in there.  “Ethan …”
He leaned over me and I felt the tip of his cock pushing against me.  Right … fucking … there …
“Are you a good boy, Daniel?”
“Yes,” I gasped, “I’m a very good boy.”  I didn’t move a muscle, just waited for him to penetrate me.
“Is Daniel a good boy, Bruce?” Ethan drawled, pressing a little harder but still teasing.  His voice shook.  He was using all his restraint not to just slam into me.
“Oh, fuck, yes, he’s a very good boy, Ethan.  Just pound him already!”
Bruce was stroking himself now.  He’d pushed his boxer briefs down and he held his big-ass cock in his fist and stroked it, staring at Ethan’s prick in my ass.
“Yes, sir.” Ethan murmured.  His cock slid into me with excrutiating slowness.  I grunted and clutched the bedspread in my fists.
Bruce groaned.  “Oh, yeah … oh, fuck, yeah …”
I could hear his hand flying over his dick and that turned me on as much as the feel of Ethan’s long thick cock in my ass, which had by now seated itself completely inside me.  It was the best of both worlds.
“Oh, Daniel … you are so damn warm …” he said, motionless and buried balls deep in my ass.  “I was so fucking cold and now I’m so damn warm …”
“Glad I could help …” I breathed, wondering when he would start moving.  But I really didn’t care.  He felt so good on top of me and inside me.  If it were up to me we could stay like this all night.
Except that Bruce was getting impatient.
“Ethan, come on … fuck …” Bruce groaned.  “If you’re not gonna pound him I fucking will …”
“Yer boyfriend’s kinda bossy.” Ethan murmured, starting to rock gently against me.
“Only when he’s horny.” I gasped. “Oh … bloody Christ …”
“Oh, baby, you feel so good …” Ethan moaned.  I heard Bruce’s groan close by.
Ethan started fucking me in earnest then.  I closed my eyes, losing myself to the incredible feeling of being fucked by another man in the presence of my lover.  It was so hot and wild and unexpectedly liberating.
“So, Daniel …” Ethan said as he moved inside me, calling me out of my trance.  “What other sights should I … unh … take in while I’m in … London?”
“Well … anything else will pale in comparison to … this but …”
“Of course …”
“You should … oh … go see the T-Tower of London and … Buckingham … fuck … Buckingham Palace and … unh … Westminster Abbey … oh, Christ … Ethan …”
Suddenly Bruce’s breathy bass broke in.  “Don’t forget the big-ass ferris wheel …”
But I couldn’t talk anymore.  I grew incoherent as Ethan quickened his pace.  We were both close.
“Oh my god …”  Bruce gasped.  “How does it feel, baby?”
I could only groan and curse but I think he got the idea.
“It looks so … fucking … hot.” He moaned.
Ethan pounded my ass and hit that spot inside me over and over.  When his hand reached beneath me and pumped my cock, I yelled and jizzed all over the place.
I heard Bruce’s loud groan and turned just in time to see his dick explode in his hand, shooting white streams of come into the air as his eyes closed in ecstasy.
Then Ethan stilled inside me and growled, “God save the fucking Queen,” as he came inside me with a final yell.
We cleaned ourselves up and took turns showering.  Ethan snuggled into bed with us and fell asleep quickly after murmuring about how warm he was.
Bruce spooned me and stroked my belly the way he liked to do before we fell asleep.  I had my arm around Ethan’s sleeping form and absently toyed with his blond hair.
I sighed with regret.  “I wish we could keep him, Bruce.”
“Boys like Ethan don’t survive in captivity, Daniel.  We were lucky to have him for one night.  And maybe the morning.”
I grinned.  “One for the road?”
“Mmm, definitely.  Now go to sleep.  I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
When I opened my eyes the next morning, it was to a pair of cornflower blue eyes staring right at me.  When Ethan smiled his beauty took my breath away.
“Good morning, Daniel.” He said.
“Good morning, Ethan.”
“You are fucking beautiful, do you know that?” he whispered.  “Bruce is a very lucky man.”
“Thank you.”  I didn’t really know what else to say.
“It was really nice of him to let me fuck you last night.”
I nodded.  “He’s a generous bloke.”
“We should thank him properly.”  He had a sly grin on his face.  I felt my own lip twitch, as well as another part of me.
I glanced over my shoulder.  Bruce was sprawled on his back with his head off the pillow.  Thank God we had a King-sized bed.  Otherwise, one of us would have ended up on the floor.
I turned back to Ethan.  “He’s still asleep.”
“Do you mind if I wake him up?”
I shook my head slowly from side to side and pushed myself up into a sitting position as Ethan crawled over to where Bruce was lying.
“Dammit, he’s got a body on him,” Ethan drawled, looking him over where he lay half covered by the white sheet.  “I bet he used to play football.”
“Rugby.” I corrected.  The sun streaked through the sheer curtains and glinted off of Ethan’s blond head.
Ethan grasped the sheet very gently between two fingers and lifted it up very slowly, so that we could both see underneath.  Bruce’s big cock arched stiffly over his muscular abdominals.
“Mmm hmm.  Just as I’d hoped.” Ethan said, carefully uncovering the sleeping man and licking his perfect lips in anticipation.
“Wait …” I said.  “I need to piss.”  I got out of bed carefully and hurried to the bathroom.  I took care of things quickly and hastened back to bed.
Ethan kneeled over Bruce now, rubbing his own hard cock as he stared hungrily at Bruce’s.
“Okay?” He asked.
“Okay.” I nodded, climbing up onto the bed and touching myself.
Ethan braced himself on his elbows above Bruce’s supine form.  I watched with eager eyes as his talented pink tongue snaked out and licked slowly up the entire length of Bruce’s huge cock.
The breath caught in my throat as Bruce moaned in his sleep.  Ethan looked up at me and winked.  He did the same thing again.  It was the sexiest bloody thing I’d ever seen.
Then I had an idea.  “Wait … hold on a tick...”
I got off the bed and walked over to the closet.  I selected one of my favorite silk ties – a dark grey one with light grey stripes.  It was the one I always chose for this little game.
Bruce slept pretty soundly and I was sure I could do this without waking him.  His arms were already in a good position for what I wanted to do.  I slid the tie around his left wrist and heard Ethan chuckle.  I glanced up at him.
“He likes being restrained.” I explained.
Ethan nodded, his blue eyes glinting with excitement.  “Well, now, that’s an interesting bit of information.”
He watched as I carefully threaded the tie through the headboard and secured it around Bruce’s other wrist.  Bruce moaned and moved slightly.  I froze.  But he didn’t wake up.  I finished up and moved away, taking in the sight of my gorgeous boyfriend - naked and tethered to the headboard of our bed, and at the mercy of another man.  Bloody Hell.
“Okay.” I breathed.  “Continue.”
“Yes, sir.” Ethan murmured.  He bent to Bruce’s cock again.  This time he placed soft kisses all along his length until he reached the rosy tip, which leaked a clear fluid.
“Mmm,” he moaned.  He swirled his tongue over the tip of Bruce’s cock, clearing away the moisture.
Bruce groaned and tried to move his arms.  His eyelids fluttered but he still didn’t wake up.
“Hmm.” Ethan contemplated.  “I guess I’m being too subtle.”
He wrapped his hand around the base of Bruce’s cock then and took it deep into his mouth.
I moaned and grabbed my own dick, stroking slowly as I watched.  Dammit, it was hot.
Bruce groaned loudly.  His eyes opened.
“Danny …” He murmured and tried to move his arms again.  “What …”  He seemed surprised to see me sitting beside him.
“Who … what …” He looked down to see Ethan's blond head bobbing over his cock.  “Oh, Jesus Christ …” His eyes flew back to mine as he realized his predicament.  “Oh my god, Daniel …”
I leaned close and kissed him passionately as Ethan continued to suck him.  He pulled uselessly against his restraints and kissed me back hungrily.  I found one of his nipples and pinched it, hard.  He trembled and moaned and murmured my name again.
“Quiet, love.” I said as I pulled away from his mouth.  “Just lie back and enjoy it …”
He looked down at Ethan again.  “Oh my fucking god.  I fucking love Texas.”
I laughed, Ethan chuckled and Bruce moaned.
“Oh, fuck … fuck … I want …”
“What do you want, love?” I asked him, my gaze locked on Ethan and what Ethan was doing to his slick cock.
“Oh … I wanna fuck Ethan’s little ass …” he moaned.
“Say please.” I ordered.
“Please, Danny …”
“Ask Ethan.”
“Please, Ethan …”
I watched as Ethan came off his cock and slid up Bruce’s body until they were face to face.  “Please, what, Bruce?”
“Please … please let me fuck your sweet little ass, Ethan …”
Ethan grinned and kissed him.  Just seeing my boyfriend kiss another bloke was so incredible.  There was no jealousy.  I knew he was mine in every way that mattered.  There was only the beauty of two men, one whom I knew intimately, the other an itinerant stranger, kissing each other with a desperate passion and a mutual need.
When Ethan finally pulled away from the kiss, he smiled.  He said, “Sure you can, Bruce.  But I’m not untying you.”
Bruce's eyes widened in comprehension.  He let out a shaky moan.  “Okay.”
“Daniel, could I have some lube, please, and a condom?”
I got what I needed and handed the condom to him.  When he held out his hand for the lube, I shook my head slowly from side to side and flashed him a grin.  “You put the condom on him and I’ll look after you.” I said with a wink.
He grinned.  “Well, that’s mighty considerate of you, Daniel.”  He leaned close and licked my ear, sending shivers through me.  “I’ve wanted those long fingers in my ass since I saw them wrapped around my cock last night.”
“Turn around.” I said.  He did, ripping open the condom and unrolling it over Bruce’s straining erection as I poured lube into my hand and got Ethan ready to be fucked.  Proper.
He moaned and writhed while I fingered him.  I knew Bruce would just love fucking his tight ass.
“Okay … I’m ready … I’m ready …” he gasped finally.  I grinned as I withdrew my fingers and kissed his ass cheek.
“Okay.  Go sit on my boyfriend’s prick.  I am so ready to see this …”
It didn’t disappoint.  The sight of this blue-eyed, blond-haired Texan bouncing himself on Bruce’s cock was something I wouldn’t forget for a very long time.  I mean, when Bruce and I were old and grey and wrinkled I would remember this and maybe we’d be able to have sex once a month or something.  I stroked my aching cock at the enticing sight and said,  “Oh, yeah, ride him cowboy …”
I knew Bruce was in fucking Heaven and Ethan certainly seemed to be enjoying himself.  The bed started to creak and Bruce’s wrists were turning red where he pulled against the knots.  Ethan’s hand wrapped around his own cock and pulled once, twice, three times.  He came, groaning and cursing and shooting come all over himself and Bruce.
It was a sight to behold.  I almost came myself but I held off.  There was something I really wanted to do.
Ethan kept moving until Bruce cried out and trembled as he climaxed, arching his back and swearing like crazy.
And that was my cue.  I kneeled up close to them and jerked myself frantically until I came on them both, groaning and shaking and so fucking thankful for this whole experience.
After we’d showered and eaten breakfast, Ethan got dressed in his laundered clothes and prepared to leave us.
“Here.” I gave him a heavy paper bag.  “There’s a couple of sandwiches and an apple and some biscuits in there.”
He stared at me and licked his lips.  “Well.  Thank you kindly.”
Bruce handed him a folded piece of paper.  “A friend of mine manages a pub on the Strand.  His number’s on there.  Tell him you’re a friend of mine.”
“Okay.  Thank you.”
I cleared my throat.  “Our number’s on there too.  If you need a warm bed for the night again …”
“Thank you.  You were right, y’know.”
“About what?”
“The other sights of London will surely pale in comparison to what I witnessed here.”  He grinned.
We shook hands and then he was gone.  Bruce and I looked at each other.
“Do you think we’ll ever see him again?” I asked.
Bruce shrugged.  “Maybe.  Hopefully.  But …”
“Now I want you all to myself for awhile.”
I grinned and pulled him to me by the waistband of his jeans.  “You got it, love.”
“And you’re gonna get it.” 
He started whistling The Yellow Rose of Texas as he squeezed my ass...
~The End~

Monday, December 12, 2011

Serving Mr. Lucas

So I've started working on a full length BDSM novel that was inspired by a couple of men that I encountered at Pride this year.  You may remember my interview with Karl, who was fully decked out as an adorable 'leather' pup at the parade.  I befriended him through email, interviewed him and then arranged to meet him for dessert at a local restaurant since I like to make face-to-face contact if possible.

We had a lovely time.  He told me about his relationship with John, his partner and 'handler' and I asked him how they got together.  When he told me that they were both going to sub for the same Dom and John had a policy of meeting people before he 'played' with them, I knew I had the basis for my story and my imagination took over.

As a writer of gay erotic romance, this was the perfect inspiration for the BDSM romance that I've been wanting to write for awhile.

Here is a little summary with photos that have inspired me with the creation of my characters:

Mr. James Lucas, the most respected and sought after Dom in Ottawa, has a lengthy waiting list for his 'training' weekends.

Tate Mackenzie has finally made it to the top of Mr. Lucas' waiting list but is surprised when he receives a message that there will be another 'sub' in training on the same weekend.

It turns out that Mr. Lucas encountered the delectable and relatively inexperienced Sebastian Doucette acting as the subject in a rope tying demo at a bdsm event.  He was so taken with the young man, he invited him to 'train' along with Tate.

Tate insists on meeting Sebastian before the weekend and finds himself also drawn in by Sebastian's boyish looks, genuine warmth and charming innocence.

During their 'training' with Mr. Lucas, Sebastian finds himself the object of more than just lust and is torn between two men who can't help falling in love with him.  Will he be forced to choose between a masterful Dom that has shown him pleasure like nothing he has experienced before, and an ordinary man with sub leanings and a romantic heart?  Or will one man make the difficult decision to let go before Sebastian comes apart under the strain of two clashing egos and desires?

Saturday, December 10, 2011

Open Vistas...

I am having a wonderful morning so far!  It's a gorgeous day - cold but sunny.  There is a dusting of snow on the ground from yesterday.

Every eight or nine weeks I have to drive the dog in to Stittsville, a cute little town about a forty minute drive from my home in Ottawa.  My husband's longtime friend, Paul, owns a dog grooming salon called Whiskers and Wags and, even though we could get the dog groomed closer to home, we like to give Paul our business and he always does a fantastic job.  A few years ago I discovered that the public library across the street from Paul's has a gas fireplace surrounded by comfy armchairs and a sofa.  I bring my Macbook now and wile away the time writing in comfort while the dog is groomed.  The library has free wi-fi also and right now I am in my car typing this on my blog while waiting for the library to open :)

I love the drive along the back roads to get here.  Especially when the weather is clear and picturesque like it is today.  I pop a CD in the player and sing at the top of my lungs while the dog lounges beside me, occasionally giving me a weird look.  Everyone's a critic ;)  I love to sing, and I don't get the chance much anymore.  Between the births of my first and second child, I sang in a United Church choir every Sunday.  Practice was Thursday evening.  It was so much fun and a chance to use my voice.  When I got pregnant with my son, I found the rehearsals and performances too tiring (I was no doubt also experiencing the fatigue of undiagnosed MS at the time) so I left the choir.  I keep thinking of rejoining, but with two kids and a very active social life, my husband and I are so busy I just don't have the time.  And I really do love lazy Sunday mornings at home, drinking coffee, making pancakes and just enjoying not having to be anywhere.  But it is something that I look forward to taking up again once the kids are grown and gone.  Won't it be cool to be an erotic romance writer who sings in a church choir?  I do love a paradox ;)

As I drove along the back roads I was reminded just how much I love the wide open spaces of Eastern Ontario and Quebec.

A few years ago, my husband and I were lucky enough to win two free nights at the Inn at Jackson in Jackson, New Hampshire, during a week one May that was dedicated to people with MS and their families.  There were workshops, social events and it was a great opportunity to meet other people who are dealing with the disease.

This was our room:

I loved the wood stove in the corner and the view :)  My husband and I, used to sleeping in our spacious King sized bed at home, had to decide whether to cram together in one double bed or take a bed each.  Secure enough in our love for one another, we decided to go the separate bed route, and it was lovely!

We drove down.  I think it took about six hours if I'm not mistaken.  When we started through Vermont, I was struck by the beauty of the rolling hills and, as we got closer to New Hampshire, the towering mountains.  Seeing how the sun hit the valleys and defined the landscape was truly magical.

Jackson, New Hampshire, also impressed me with its beauty.  The view from the breakfast room in the Inn was gorgeous, and it was truly sublime to drink my coffee there with my husband each morning and enjoy the full breakfast provided for free as part of our complimentary stay.  I do recommend this Inn to anyone who wants to climb Mount Washington or just spend a relaxing week in a beautiful location.

I have to say, though, that after three days I began to feel a bit closed in by the mountains.  The day we left dawned rainy and cold which no doubt increased my feelings of claustrophobia.  When we drove out of Vermont and crossed the border into Quebec, I remember smiling and breathing a sigh of relief that we were close to home.  I had never really appreciated the expanse of sky that is visible when the land is so flat until that day.  Now, whenever I drive from Ottawa to Stittsville I really look at the scenery and consciously appreciate the beauty of the open landscape.

I do hope to visit Missoula, Montana someday, which is where my friend Terry lives.  I have looked at photos online and it really is an amazingly beautiful place.  But Eastern Ontario will always be home for me, with its wide open vistas and flat landscapes.

Monday, December 5, 2011

Bad Santa

I am dedicating this post to one of my favorite holiday movies.

The movie, Bad Santa, starring Billy Bob Thornton and Lauren Graham, holds a place in my heart and funny bone.  It skillfully combines irreverence, crudeness, heartbreak and soul in one artful package.

The movie is absurd, crass and violent, however it conveys a message of hope and love by the end credits.  The relationships between Billy Bob's drunken, philandering Willy (Santa), Lauren Graham's libidinous bartender (Mrs. Santa's Sister) and the profoundly neglected and overweight youngster (Thurman Murman) they encounter while squatting in his parents' mansion, make this movie.  The rest being merely hilarious trimmings.  This movie also features John Ritter's final performance as a hilariously prudish mall manager.

One of my favorite parts is when, after serving a Santa-suited Willy drink after drink at the bar, Lauren's character ends up fucking him in his car, bouncing up and down in his lap, screaming "Fuck me, Santa!  Fuck me, Santa!" and refusing to let him remove his red hat.  Kills me every time.

Perhaps this movie gets to me because, in my late twenties, a group of friends and I were recruited to portray Santas and Elves at the local shopping mall, so I have already had a glimpse into the private world of this Christmas tradition.  Janet*, the middle-aged organizer of the Christmas show at the local mall, happened to be a student in my Dramatic Scriptwriting class.  We were all strapped for cash.  She managed to convince me and another girl to work as elves.  She persuaded two of our classmates, Peter and Gabe, to alternate as Santa.  I happened to be secretly sleeping with Peter, so it was kind of kinky to think of being Santa and elf together.  Or at least it seemed like a fun idea initially.

But anyone who has actually worked in one of these North Pole mock-ups can tell you it is anything but fun.  Looking back, though, I have to laugh at the overall absurdity of the situation.

Gabe fitted the role of Santa perfectly.  He wasn't fat or anything, but with the fake belly and beard he had presence, solidity and warmth enough to be convincing.  He had a maturity in his face that helped as well.  I'll never forget the wait inside the elevator as we prepared to exit as if Santa had just parked his sleigh on the roof.  Janet, the woman in charge, was nervous, and awaiting a signal to let us know when to exit.  I was not too happy in my ridiculous elf outfit and wondering what I had gotten myself in for.  While we waited, we joked around and Gabe tried out his Santa voice.  All of a sudden,  Janet leaned closer to Gabe and said in a sharp voice "You've been drinking!".

Gabe and I stared at her.  Gabe shook his head and denied it.  I stared at her like she was insane.  "I smell alcohol on your breath!" she accused.  Gabe turned to me desperately and asked if I could smell it too.  He was freaking out.  I couldn't smell anything and I said so.  At that point I just wanted to go home.  Gabe admitted to getting drunk the previous evening but he'd had nothing since then except toast and coffee.  He swore he'd brushed his teeth.  Everything turned out fine in the end, but I felt so bad for Gabe since Janet had just upped his anxiety several degrees.  He did a fabulous job as Santa that day.

The next day it was Peter's turn.

My boyfriend, for lack of a better term, who had dazzled me with his good looks at the beginning of the term, having just returned from helping a friend build a log cabin in North Carolina, had grown thin from a diet of nothing much more than coffee, pot and rye whiskey.  He was a brilliant writer and an entertaining but feckless charmer.  The sex was great though, so I put up with his idiosyncracies.

I had my doubts as to how convincing this lanky, long-haired lothario would be as Jolly Old St. Nick.  My doubts were confirmed the first time he put on the costume.  Honestly, he looked nothing short of ridiculous, his long blond hair pulled back in a ponytail under the Santa Hat, his boyish face barely disguised behind the fake beard and moustache, his body rail thin in the suit, even with the fake belly protruding forward.  We could barely get the belly to stay in place.  Of course when he needed reassurance that he looked like Santa, I swore he looked fine.  But as we made our way from the dressing rooms to the Santa display, I really had to try not to laugh.  It wasn't just his appearance.  It was the fact that the way he sauntered down the hall, waving his long arm in greeting, was so distinctly un-Santa-like, I wondered if we would fool any of the kids at all.

I got through that afternoon, enduring knowing glances from under the Santa hat, whining children and annoyed parents.  He actually did a really good job, despite not being the typical mall Santa (whatever that is).  I don't know if the kids believed he was Santa.  Perhaps they thought he was a rather tall elf who was helping out by pretending to be Santa.  Whatever the case, they went along with the sharade.

I ended up quitting after a week because I got a better job at a clothing store.

But I still get a thrill out of knowing I was having hot sex with Santa that year...

And I assure you that I did not get one coal in my stocking even though I was a naughty, naughty girl.

*Names have been changed