Friday, October 31, 2014

Snowball Fight

We paid the bill and headed back to the condo. The snow was still coming down and collecting on the paths. The noise of snowplows clearing the way nearby broke the silence of the storm. As we trudged up the gentle slope to the condo the breath from our lips made little puffs of smoke, the crunch of our footsteps a pleasant accompaniment. As we got close to the chalet, Sebastian said my name from behind me.
When I turned around my face was hit with a freezing handful of snow.
Sebastian's musical laugh filled the darkness as I wiped the frigid crystals from my face. I gave him a cold look as I bent down and scooped up some snow. But he was already running up the hill.
"Winner gets a blowjob!" he yelled as I took chase.
"All you have to do is ask!" I replied, trying not to slip in the snow and slush. When I got close I hurled the ball at his back, grinning when it hit its target.
"Fuck!" he yelled but kept running.
I ran after him. We were almost at the top of the hill and then it was only another few yards to the door of the chalet. I forgot about the snowball fight and just hauled ass. I didn't care about the blowjob. It was a matter of principle now. I ran as fast as I could, almost tripping a couple of times in the heavy snow, feeling grateful I’d kept up my gym visits this winter. Trouble was, so had Sebastian.
Finally I made it close enough to reach out and grab his jacket, which I did, spinning him around and landing on top of him in a cold, wet pile. He struggled beneath me, laughing and trying to get away.
"Uh, uh, no you don't. You're not getting away from me, pup!" I laughed too, trying to shove snow down his pants and finding his shrieks and curses absolutely hilarious. He was so adorable. How did I get so lucky?
"Okay, okay, Uncle! That shit is cold on my balls!!!"
I stuffed one more handful down there for good measure. "You deserve it you little twerp."
"Ah, fuck, fuck!"
When I let him up he danced around, trying to get the snow out of his pants.
"Here, let me help," I said, grabbing the waist of his jeans and sliding my warm hand inside. I found his semi hard dick under the wetness and circled it with my hand as I grabbed his jacket and pulled him close. "Is that better?"
"Yeah," he said, breathless, cheeks rosy from the exertion. I watched his pupils dilate with desire, his face inches from mine.
"Don't get too excited. I'm just warming it up," I said, giving it a squeeze before letting go and withdrawing my hand.
"Come on. Let's get inside."

- A Numinous Light, Chapter Six

Friday, October 10, 2014

Excerpt - Chapter 7 - A Numinous Light

"Do we want appetizers to start?" James asked. "Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot. You had snacks at home.”
Sebastian blushed. I just stared at James. He wouldn’t get away with that. I was having a goddamn appetizer, one a little more substantial than what I'd gotten back at the condo.
"I'll have the Caesar salad, thanks," I said to the confused server, giving James the eye. "Dressing on the side please."
James’ lip twitched. "Sebastian?" he asked.
"I'm good with what I got earlier," he replied in a soft voice, reaching out to touch my thigh under the table.
Fuck. Me. Aaaand I was hard again.
"I'll have the Caesar as well, please," James said.
"Dressing on the side, sir?" asked the server.
"No, please drench it."
I coughed, my cock twitching.
"Very good, sir."
Only James could make ordering from a menu so hot.
Our appetizers arrived promptly, followed by our main dishes. James had duck, I had veal and Sebastian ordered the surf and turf. Sautéed in a delicate white wine sauce on a swirl of creamy mashed potatoes with lightly steamed green beans, the veal tasted so good I almost forgot how turned on I was. Instead of a rich dessert we ordered a selection of fruits and cheeses to share. By the time we finished our meal I felt as if I never wanted to leave Mont Tremblant.
"What's the matter?" James asked, regarding Sebastian who had a faraway look on his face.
Sebastian came back to the present. "This is the first year I haven't performed with the choir at the Christmas Eve service."
"That’s true," James said. "You can always sing for me and Tate when we get back to the condo."
Sebastian laughed. "I suppose I could."
I looked at James, who seemed to be thinking about something other than Sebastian's voice at the moment. Our eyes met.
"What?" he asked innocently.
When we got back to the condo James posed a question to Sebastian.
"Have you got something to sing, Sebastian? Something very holy?"
"Sure. I've sung the hymns so often I don't need the written music."
"Okay. Then I'm going to get you to sing," James said, bringing us into the large Master bedroom. "Stand against the wall there." He positioned Sebastian where he wanted him and turned to me.
"Pull down your pants and lean over the edge of the bed – don’t take them off, just pull them down. And your boxers."
“You know, Santa can see everything.”
“Then you’d better do as you’re told.”
James turned to Sebastian. "Start singing please. Don't stop until I tell you to. And don't move from that spot."
My cock had hardened when James told me to get into this position. Now it swelled more at his words. And even more when Sebastian's beautiful tenor filled the room with the ancient words of an Italian hymn, making me feel like a supplicant in a holy temple. But when James' hands spread me and he began tonguing my ass that illusion vanished. I don’t think religious supplicants got rimmed in the temple. If they did my suspicion towards organized religion was severely misguided.
I moaned loudly and gripped the coverlet in my fists. Since I still had some clothes on I felt extra vulnerable and exposed. I glanced at Sebastian, who kept singing softly, his eyes glued to the action. He looked so hot standing there in his black pants, white shirt and black bowtie. James had let him remove his dinner jacket, but he still looked like a wet dream. His angelic voice made James' actions seem even more base and dirty. I fucking loved it.
Much to my disappointment, the rimming ended. "I believe I promised you a spanking," James said. "Wait. If I know Patrice and Freddy..."
I glanced behind me to see him pull open a couple of drawers until he found what he was looking for.
"Aha." He lifted a small leather paddle from the drawer and examined it. "It's not very big but it's worth saving my hand." He sat beside me on the bed where Sebastian's view of the proceedings wouldn't be blocked. "Eyes forward. Hands behind your back."
I obeyed, my breaths coming quickly with the anticipation.
"Count," he said, and began.
I didn't know how many he would give me. I didn't care. I settled into it, perfectly happy to have James very much alive and paddling my ass after last night's scare. And Sebastian's singing made the entire experience both more deviant and more ethereal.
He gave me ten and put the paddle down.
I relaxed for a moment, enjoying the warm glow of pain from my rear and the throbbing pleasure in my cock and balls.
He stood up and walked over to Sebastian, his fingers quickly finding the fly of Sebastian's dress pants.
"Keep singing," he said as Sebastian's voice faltered slightly. "Eyes forward."
James undid Sebastian’s fly and roughly pulled his pants and boxers down. Sebastian’s uncut cock bounced free as he struggled to keep his voice steady. James took it in his hand and began stroking back and forth until it stood firm in his grip. Sebastian stared forward over James' shoulder and kept singing, the reverent words spilling from his open mouth as James teased him.
"The exquisiteness of your voice, Sebastian, matches the beauty of your body and the grace of your soul," he murmured, falling to his knees. He gripped Sebastian's cock firmly at its base and bent to engulf it in his eager mouth.
I lay on the bed, helpless to do anything but watch and listen to Sebastian's faltering tenor. He tried his best to sing well even with his cock down James’ throat, but the effort was obvious.  Trust James to turn Sebastian's incredible talent into a form of torture. The singing became more and more of a challenge the closer he got to orgasm.
Finally, James released him and stood up. "Good boy. You can stop now."
To underscore his command, James gripped Sebastian’s chin and kissed him, swallowing the last notes in a violent, passionate kiss that took even my breath away. When he pulled back he said, "Now use that beautiful mouth on me, Sebastian. Make my prick sing."

Thursday, August 28, 2014

In Honor of...

...the new Outlander TV series:

If this is what Jamie Fraser is hiding under his kilt, then I think Claire should stay in Bonny Old Scotland forever.

Monday, August 25, 2014

Hot Times in the City

Photo by Greg Lister

It was a very hot day in Canada's National Capital, and I'm not just talking about the weather. Which was pretty hot too. Sweltering actually.

After arriving at our meeting spot (the Starbucks at Elgin and Laurier), My husband, 10 year-old daughter, me, my friend Leslie who was visiting from Halifax, her friend Wendy, my friend Karen and her family, headed out onto Laurier to find a spot from which to watch the parade. The sun was out but there were enough clouds that the spot we chose seemed shaded enough. But by the time the parade actually got to us, the clouds had receded and we were in straight sun from then on. Karen and her family wisely chose to move to the other side of the street just before the parade was upon us.

We ended up having about an hour to kill since we were positioned near the end of the parade which started at Bank and Gladstone. My daughter was a little bored while waiting but luckily the many people in fancy and colourful costumes distracted her, as did any dog in the vicinity. There were lots of dogs.

Photo by Greg Lister

 Here we are waiting for the parade to get down to our end:

Photo by Greg Lister

In retrospect we could have spent another 45 minutes at home before driving downtown, but I wasn't sure how crowded the sidewalk would be.
Finally, we saw the parade turn the corner from Bank Street onto Laurier way in the distance and, eventually, it got down to us. Mr. and Ms. Capital Pride (Cameron Eric Leon, Jade London) came by in their jalopy, looking totally fabulous!

Photo by Greg Lister

I have alot of friends in the Leather and Kink community but they are usually near the end of the parade. I wasn't quite prepared to see them so early on. But I ran out and got some good hugs in before they'd passed by:

Photo of Kira Morganne by Greg Lister

Photo of Mike Tattersall by Greg Lister

What followed was a collection of brightly dressed gay rights supporters waiving their rainbow flags. It was great to see so many youth involved:

Photo by Liz Lister

Photo by Liz Lister

Photo by Greg Lister

Photo by Greg Lister
And families of all kinds:

Photo by Liz Lister

This guy dresses up in amazing outfits every year. Not sure what the glove on his head was supposed to signify but it's pretty badass:

Photo by Greg Lister
Great showing by the Liberal Party of Ontario:

Photo by Greg Lister
Some familiar faces leading the Hydro Ottawa contingent:

Photo by Greg Lister
Ottawa Mayor Jim Watson with his gang and, YAY, SUPER SOAKERS!!! He sure takes care of his constituents:

Photo by Greg Lister
It was at this point I lost my attempt at decorum and started screaming "Squirt me!!!  Please squirt me NOW!!!"

This guy had all the moves:

Photo by Greg Lister

And there were stilt walkers! STILT WALKERS!

Photo by Greg Lister

Photo by Greg Lister
So pleased to see the police and fire department participating:

Photo by Liz Lister

Photo by Liz Lister

Several religious organizations, including the United and Unitarian Churches, a Roman Catholic parish:

Photo by Liz Lister
and this Minister and his longtime partner from an Anglican Church in Manotick, showed their support for gay rights:

Photo by Liz Lister
In the end, the vast collection of vibrant, radiant people enhanced the beauty of the day and proved that human diversity is a bounty of immense proportions.

Photo by Greg Lister
March on, Ottawa. March on.

~ Liz