Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Meeting Sebastian

I sipped my coffee, looking around at the other patrons; the usual crowd of nondescript people out for a quick snack or coffee and a browse in the bookstore. Every couple of minutes the door opened and I looked to see who came in. Finally, after about six or seven people, a young man wearing a brown hat with dog ears entered the coffee shop. He hesitated, looking around. I almost choked on my coffee when I saw him.
Tall and slim, wearing blue boot-cut jeans, Blundstone boots, and a brown leather jacket, he looked like a wet dream. His blond hair curled out beneath the edge of his hat, framing a boyish face with a generous mouth and flawless skin. When his vibrant blue eyes caught mine, he smiled the most adorable, questioning smile.
But that wasn’t what caused me to almost choke. I’d seen him before, at a coffee shop downtown, minus the dog-eared hat. I’m sure it was the same guy that I’d watched, with utter fascination, as he drank a cappuccino while texting someone on his phone. It had been one of those occasions when you see someone, and you can’t tear your eyes off them. He’d haunted me for days afterward, and then I’d just let it go because I didn’t think I’d ever see him again. I mean, what were the chances?
I nodded calmly while my heart beat a frantic tattoo. He came over, the dimples in his cheeks bringing life to my cock and causing me to squirm in my seat.
Jesus, get it together.
I stood up, hoping my hard-on wasn't too obvious at this point, and extended my hand, giving him the best smile I could manage in my surprised state. I had expected him to be good looking. To have caught the attention of James Lucas pretty much decreed that he would be. But, fuck, he had fallen from my darkest dreams into my metaphorical lap. The thought that this guy would spend the weekend with me and James, doing unmentionable things, just about blew my mind.

~ From Chapter Two, Beyond The Edge.

Thursday, February 21, 2013


“Please…” I begged. “Please let me come…”
“Shhhh. Not yet…”
He had me tied down to our bed and now teased me mercilessly in his gentle, thorough way. I couldn’t take much more of it. 
He surprised me by backing off the bed. “Wait here a second.”
Wait here? What else would I do? “Okay?” What was he up to?
He left the room, soon returning with a bottle of Beehive corn syrup.
“Oh no…no…not that!” 
I struggled frantically in my bonds while he grinned widely.
“This is just what you need, Tate.” He asserted as he approached.
I shook my head. “Why?”
“Because it’ll give you something to focus on besides your job.”
I held my breath as he tipped the bottle over my belly and thick, artery-clogging corn syrup oozed toward my arching cock.
I made a noise of distaste as the cold, sticky syrup hit my sensitive flesh, and I gave an involuntary shiver. I could handle chocolate syrup. I could handle hot wax. I could even handle other men’s spunk with aplomb. But corn syrup? No. It was just too…something.
“Please lick it off, baby…quick…now…” I whined.
“Poor boy…just tell me one thing…will you really talk to your boss on Monday?”
“Will you tell him you can’t work so much?”
“Yes. I’m going to tell him…” I shivered as the thick syrup pooled at the base of my dick, the feel of it on my skin both sexy and disgusting at the same time.
“Will you tell him it’s because you need to come home early to get sucked and fucked and tortured more often?” He’d put the bottle down and now swirled the syrup with his fingers over my belly and cock.
“Yes, I’ll tell him exactly that Sebastian. I’m sure he’ll give me lots of time off after I tell him that. Like, my whole life…”
“Shut that mouth,” he said, kissing me hard. 
Then his mouth was on my dick, licking all that gooey syrup off, and I didn’t care about anything anymore…

~ From The Cross and The Trinity, Chapter One (unedited WIP)

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Third Wheel

     After the game, we shook hands and most of the boys dispersed.  When Darrin wiped a sexy forearm across his sweaty forehead and asked if I wanted to join him for a swim, what was I supposed to say?  The twinkle in his blue eyes made me sure this was an invitation to something a little more intimate than a friendly dip.  And it was an invitation for which I’d been waiting a rather long time.
     But Sam joined us on the rocky path through the bracken.  My heart fell and my cock deflated.  Maybe this was just a friendly swim.  Or it was an invitation to watch the ‘Darrin and Sam Show’.   A flicker of hope had flared briefly that perhaps Darrin was made of the same stuff as me.  That he wanted me the way I wanted him.  Why do I keep torturing myself?
     The beach beyond the hidden trail was not the nicest.  It was small and rocky; the water full of weeds and who knows what else.  I had been a couple of times before, with other guys.  It was a great place to steal a kiss or a grope (or more), without worrying about tourists or little kids catching you at it.
     I hung back, disappointed, as Sam grabbed Darrin’s hand.     “Come on, Marco!” Darrin yelled back at me, then turned and followed Sam into the waves, shirt, shorts, shoes and all.
     Figures.  This just figures.  I’m always the third darn wheel.  Always have been.  Always will be.
     I sat despondently on the sand and watched the two of them cavort and frolic in the cool surf.  They were perfect - both of them.  Shorter and slighter than Darrin, Sam was just as toned, tanned and physically fine a specimen.  In fact, his body was almost more my type than Darrin’s.  But it was Darrin who had that charisma, that devil-may-care attitude, that attracted me, and made my dick immediately hard when he was around.  Sam was quiet, and really, if not for Darrin, I’d never have noticed him.
     It was our final summer before college.  High School had ended, thank God, and now we were on the cusp of becoming adults.  It was scary and exciting at once.  I knew Darrin had been accepted at a campus on the West Coast.  I think Sam was staying in town, like me.  I wasn’t really sure, nor did I care.
     I watched as Sam pulled Darrin beneath the waves in a headlock.  Darrin came back up quickly, sputtering and laughing.  He grabbed Sam around the waist and pulled him close.  Sam struggled in his grasp and I expected him to twist away.   I’d seen other guys play this way many times.  It was innocent and friendly, with no sexual undertones.  That doesn’t mean that I didn’t get off on watching.
     Suddenly, Darrin glanced my way, as if to make sure I was watching.  He said something to Sam and Sam looked over.  He waved to me.  I sat up straighter and gave a hesitant wave in return.  In a moment that would stay with me for a long time, I saw Darrin move his hands up to Sam’s face.  He leaned in and pressed his lips tenderly to his friends’, kissing him slowly and deeply as I watched with eyes wide and cock swelling.
     What the …
     They liked boys too?  Like I did?  Were they a couple?  Or just screwing around?  I didn’t even care as I watched the kiss go from tender and sweet to desperate and hungry.
     My cock twitched happily.  But I remained disappointed.  I was still the third wheel, even more so now.  I rubbed my hand over my tented shorts.  I couldn’t help a quiet, sad moan escaping.  
     I should just go.  Why sit here and torture myself?
     I stood up from the wet sand and dusted off my legs.  When I looked up, the two of them were moving through the water toward me.
     “Marco.  Where are you going?” Darrin asked.
     I shrugged.  “Nowhere.  But it looks like you two need some privacy.”  I felt shy and awkward.  I couldn’t look at them.
     “Don’t go, Marco,” Sam entreated.  “We want to show you our beach house.”
     I looked at him then.  Beach house?  “Huh?”
     Darrin laughed.  “It’s not actually ours.  It’s been abandoned.  It’s a wreck.”
     “But we’ve been using it,” Sam said, excitement in his eyes.  I’m pretty sure he saw my dick tenting my shorts.  His eyes widened.  He flashed me a grin.  “Come on!”
     He grabbed my hand before I could protest and pulled me along.

~ from The Beach House, available to read in full here.

Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Book of the Month for April!!!

I just found out that Beyond The Edge is listed as a Group Read for the month of April at the Goodreads BDSM Group!!!

I'm so very pleased!  Hopefully this will lead to a wider audience for the book and an interesting discussion led by Vivian Archer who has been validly championing this story since she read it and gave it five beautiful stars.

Thank you Vivian!

~ Liz

Thursday, February 14, 2013

Here, Kitty Kitty...

     "You're gonna dress up as a kitty cat?" I asked skeptically.
     "For you, anything."
     "Isn't that a bit...weird? And unmanly?" I said. "Like, shouldn't you be a lion or something?"
     "People don't generally keep lions as pets." he said, looking at me with his gorgeous blue eyes. "I want to be your kitty..."
     He picked up the black kitty mask, putting it on. He did look pretty...well, sexy. 
     I giggled. "Okay, you still look pretty manly." I admitted, looking at his strong stubbled chin and full lips beneath the mask. His muscular, naked torso also did not leave any doubt as to his gender. I began to feel a hot flash coming on as he moved toward me.
     "Here, kitty kitty..." I murmured, desire pooling in my belly. "I'll take good care of you..."

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Valentine's Day Giveaways!!!

I am giving away an ecopy each of Exposure, The Crush and Beyond The Edge, over at my Facebook Page tomorrow.  The books are listed in individual posts right now, so all you have to do is 'Like' my page and then comment under the book you'd like a chance at winning.

Good luck!

~ Liz

Monday, February 11, 2013

Off Road

     Damian turned the van onto a dirt road that led into heavy bush.
     "Where are we going?"
     "Somewhere we can be alone." 
     I glanced behind me and for the first time noticed that the seats had been folded down and a couple of blankets thrown on top. 
     He met my gaze, giving me a glimpse of what was going to happen once he found a suitable spot. His eyes were deep, dark and determined.
     I nodded, my pulse quickening. "Let's go."
     Grinning, he slammed his foot on the gas, squealing the tires and causing dirt and mud to fly up around us as we hastened to our destination.

Tuesday, February 5, 2013


     He nodded. He sat down next to me and looked at his hands. His lengthy silence made me nervous.
      He looked at me with an expression of such sadness and regret that my heart dropped into my shoes.
      “You’re telling me that we can’t play games and have fun with each other because my legs are numb and a bit weak?”
      “Well, I just thought it would be better…”
      “Only a hundred percent healthy people can have kinky sex?”
      “No, I justI don’t know, I thought it might be too much for you.” I could hardly speak with the fear of losing him.  “I just want you to be okay.”
      “So do I. But I’m not going to postpone all the things I enjoy until my legs are better. And, its just, if you’re gonna handle me with kid gloves from now on, this just isn’t going to work.” He went on. “I feel great, my symptoms are improving, and there is nothing better than a huge, motherfucking, explosive orgasm to send endorphins and positive energy through my brain and my body. Not to mention that I might wake up tomorrow with no feeling in my dick.”
      My eyes widened.
      “You didn’t think of that, did you?”
      I shook my head.
      “Listen, Martin.” He spoke quietly, as if to a child who had trouble understanding. “The most important thing this disease has taught me is to enjoy the fuck out of what life has to offer, every day. I do take care of myself. I eat well and I get as much sleep as I can. I’ve started this new medication and I swear I will take it religiously. Beyond that, I will not let this disease dictate how I live my life.”
      I couldn’t say anything for a moment, the look he gave me so determined and strong. Then I took a deep breath and said, “I want you to handcuff me to the bed and do whatever you want to me.”
      He looked at me and his eyes widened. Then his lip twitched.
      “I want you to enjoy the fuck out of me.” I finished.
      He smiled, and the tension and the heartache vanished, relief flooding through me.
      “Are you sure?”
      I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. “Jeremy, handcuff me to the goddamn bed.”
      “Okay.” He looked me over hungrily. “Take off your clothes.”
      I started to do so.
      “No. Slowly, please.” He directed. “And look at me while you do it.”
      Holy fuck. I was so his bitch right now and he knew it. I finished unbuttoning my shirt and slowly peeled it off, letting it drop to the floor behind me. My erection, scared away by the prospect of losing him, came back with a vengeance. I slowly unbuttoned my jeans and pushed them down, staring into his darkening gaze with an intensity to match it.
      “Shit,” he whispered. “Do you even realize how hot you are?”
      I pulled off my pants and stood there in my boxer briefs. I blushed. “Only when you look at me like that.”
      He grabbed his cane and stood up. He held out his hand. I moved closer and took it.
      “I want to show you something.”
      He led me over to the mirror that leaned against the wall and made me stand in front of it. He stood behind me, to the side. I was embarrassed to look at myself.  I averted my gaze, making a slight sound of protest.
      “Shhh,” he quieted me. “Eyes forward, Martin.” And that directive, the one I’d used so often in our interactions, caused a jolt right to my cock. I obeyed, taking in the sight of myself in the big mirror.
      “Put your hands behind your head,he said and I did so, not even thinking about resisting.
      He leaned his cane against the wall and stood behind me. We were almost the same height.
      “You can close your eyes for a minute,he suggested and I did so with both relief and a surge of excitement. Then I felt his hands on my own. He ran them lightly over my biceps, my shoulders, and down my back. He skirted them around my waist and slid them up to my chest, resting them over my pectorals. He must have felt my heart and its rapid staccato beats.
      He kissed the back and side of my neck as he stroked his hands flat across my nipples, once, twice, causing them to harden and me to moan quietly. I could feel moisture leaking from my cock into my underwear.
      All I could feel were his lips at my neck and his hands as they glided slowly down over my belly, his fingers slipping under the waistband of my boxers. I inhaled a trembling breath as he freed my erection and pulled my boxers slowly, oh so slowly, down. My eyes stayed shut but I stepped out of them and waited with held breath for his next move.
      “Jesus,” he said. His warm hand wrapped around my aching cock. I moaned and he placed his other hand flat against my belly as he pressed his body against me. “Open your eyes, Martin,he whispered in my ear. I could feel the excitement in his voice and his own hard cock pressing against me through his clothes.
      I opened my eyes and stared in wonder at the image before me. There was a tall, fairly slim, very attractive naked man before me, his skin flushed and his eyes dark with lust; his large, erect penis jutting beyond the grip of another man’s hand and the man’s other hand splayed possessively across his abdomen.
      “How fucking sexy is that?” He murmured in my ear.

~ From Chapter Twelve, Exposure

Monday, February 4, 2013


     Those eyes. When he looked at me I felt like he knew my soul. And those pouty lips undid me every time.
     "What?" I said.
     He smiled then. "I'm just wondering how long until you ask me what you want to ask me."
     I blushed. "What do you mean?"
     "Oh come on." He laughed, the dimple in his cheek showing. "Let's go to you room."
     "Now?" I said, suddenly nervous. "I mean, right now?"
     "Well, yeah. Unless you've got anything better to do..."

Saturday, February 2, 2013


     He was there again today. As I peeked through the plastic blinds, my hand unconsciously stroked over the front of my underpants.
     The city was doing some work at the school across the road from where I lived. Yesterday I'd noticed the parked city truck, and, even more, the young guy in jeans and no shirt mowing the grass in the school field.
     Today he was pruning some trees near the school walls. The day was hot, so the sweat covered his muscular back with a glistening sheen. His faded jeans hung casually on his hips held up by a broad belt and tucked into his tan work boots.
     I rubbed my hand over the bulge in my shorts again and moaned quietly, hoping he'd bend over...this was better than any porn I'd watched recently. Because it was a real guy and he seemed so unconscious of his own beauty.
     "What are you looking at?" Jodie, my roommate asked, walking over with a cup of steaming coffee in her hands.
     I moved to make some room and widened the opening in the blinds with my fingers. "Him."
     She peeked out and almost spilled her coffee on me. "Oh. My. God."

Friday, February 1, 2013


     I happened to glance up from my book just as Sam climbed out of the pool. Holy Hell. Unable to keep from staring, I fixated on the way his white underpants clung wetly to his hips and the water dripped down his muscular torso.
     "Watcha reading?" he said as he padded over to my deck chair, grabbed a towel and roughly dried his face and hair.
     "Um..." I cleared my throat. What was I reading? I had to look at the book to remember. "A biography of Diane Arbus."
     "Hmm. That sounds kinda dry." he said. He flicked me with the towel before dropping it on the ground. "Why don't you get wet?"
     My eyes travelled over his lean young body, clearly seeing the outline of his semi through the fabric of his underwear.
     Our eyes met. He grinned and took the book out of my hands. "Come on."
     Tossing it onto a dry spot on the pool deck, he turned and walked to the edge of the pool. My eyes immediately went to his perfect ass, outlined clearly by damp white cotton. Turning, he grinned back at me. "The water's perfect..."
     I cleared my throat again. What the fuck was wrong with my voice? "But...I'm not wearing underwear." 
     "Even better." He said, jumping in.
     He'd come out of the pool just to tease me. 
     I stood up and started unzipping my cargo shorts. "I have a woody, just so you know." Might as well be up front about it. He'd know in a minute anyway.
     "So do I." 
     I looked over to see him treading water, holding his wet underpants in one hand.
     Cheeky bastard.
     I grinned, shaking my head as I shucked my shorts and stood before him, completely naked and hard as fuck. "You look like a crazy frat boy."
     He laughed. "I am a crazy frat boy. Now get the hell in here before I drag you in."
     I smiled, walked to the edge of the pool and sat down on the edge, dangling my legs in the water. "Come and get me."