Wednesday, June 26, 2013

Weds Brief

Well they are BACK.   Tom and Ben have come back.   Actually Tom has returned from a trip to Chicago for a firefighter's convention.

The prompts for this week are: Don't move until I tell you." or "Your underwear is showing..." or "You're treading a fine line here..." or use: cart, prick, T-shirt or have a guest Frenchman in your story or have a hole in the ground or "wine, women and song" or use a man with a brand new goatee or discuss either  Mad Men or Royal Pains in your story or use the big bang theory 

Weds Brief June 26th

Ben looked at his watch for the umpteenth time, wondering when he’d become this clock-watcher. It probably started when he watched Tom board the plane at the airport.

There was a convention for firefighters in Chicago and Tom had to go. They always hated being apart. It was like a piece of his heart was torn away. Ben counted the days until Tom’s return.

So here he was, sitting at the gate, looking at the board. When Tom’s flight status changed to arrive, he was overjoyed.  Now his eyes scanned the sea of people passing through the terminal on their way to get their luggage.

His heart skipped a few beats until…”Tom!” He ran toward his man. Tom’s face wore the same smile as his.

“Ben.” Their arms thrown around each other, their lips met in a crushing kiss.

“Uh, wait a minute, hold on here.” Ben disengaged from their embrace and took a good look at his husband.  “What’s this?” He indicated the facial hair that hadn’t been there when Tom left him.

“It’s a goatee, do you like it?”

Neither he nor Tom had ever grown any facial hair. Well, not much beyond a five o’clock shadow.  They hadn’t seriously discussed having mustaches or beards, let alone a goatee before. Ben didn’t know how to react to Tom’s face rug.

Ben looked at Tom’s earnest face and was torn between telling him the truth and telling him he was fine with it, even though he loved Tom’s bare face better.  They didn’t say anything again until they got into Ben’s car.  Tom stowed his suitcase on the backseat and climbed into the passenger seat.

“Honey, I, well…it’s something new.  I just never thought I’d see you with a goatee.  I just don’t know what to think. I mean, I thought firefighters were not allowed to have facial hair.”

“We’re not. I just wanted to take the opportunity during this down time to see what I’d look like in a goatee.   I have a couple of days before I have to report back to work.  I’ll have to shave it before then.  I just wanted to get a reaction from you.”

Ben felt the sigh of relief come and go. “I love you, Tom, no matter what.   You know that, right?”

“Baby, of course I know that.”   Tom reached over and pulled Ben into an embrace and kissed him.    “I just wanted to try it out for size.   I used to have a mustache when I was a teenager.  You know, once you’re able to grow facial hair you want to do something besides shave.”

“Yeah, I tried to grow a beard when I was eighteen. It looked rather scraggly.   My mom kept telling me to shave it off.   Well, I didn’t listen for a long time, even grew my hair long.” 

“I seem to recall you showing me some photos of you with that beard,”  Tom commented.   Ben started the car and they headed for home.  It didn’t take long for them to get home. Ben pulled into their driveway and hit the button that opened the automatic garage opener and drove the car inside. 

“Yeah. Hey, how about we pull out the yearbooks and photo albums and have ourselves a journey down memory lane?” Ben suggested after he put the car in park and turned toward his husband.

“Sure, honey, right after we take care of this.” Tom took Ben’s hand and put it on his crouch; the bulge there was ready to break out of his pants.  “I’ve been thinking of you this whole trip. The plane couldn’t get back to Pennsylvania fast enough.”

“I was missing you the whole time you were away.  It was only a week but it might as well have been a year.  I could barely sleep in that bed all by myself.”   Ben got out of the car.   Tom followed him to the door that led inside the house.   The garage door had closed behind them and they were completely alone and shut off from prying eyes.

“Let’s get inside. I’ve been waiting for a whole week to get back to you.”   Tom used his authoritative voice.   The one that drove Ben crazy.

“What about your luggage?”  Ben asked him.

“Later. Right now you have a hungry man to satisfy,”  Tom growled. He led him past the kitchen and toward their bedroom.

“I was thinking of making some of those kosher hotdogs for dinner tonight,”  Ben suggested as Tom led the way to the back of the house and bed.

“Later. First you have to take care of another kind of kosher hotdog.”

Clothes littered the hallway and bedroom floor and it wasn’t long before two hot, sated, sweaty men were lying, tangled up in each other’s arms.   Ben’s head resting on Tom’s chest.   “Next trip, we go together.”

“You betcha.”  Tom said.


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Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Welcome author Daryl Devore

I'd like to welcome author Daryl Devore.  Please give her a warm welcome and find out more about her and her book "Capris Fate"  She's shared a very HOT excerpt.

1-How long have you been writing? 

Seems like forever, but to the point of being published – five years I think.

2- What is your favorite genre to write? 

Erotic romance is the only genre I've tried. There are so many sub genres that I can play with – erotic contemporary, erotic paranormal, erotic fantasy etc

3-What are you working on now?

An erotic medieval fantasy.

4-When you begin a story do you start with character or plot? 

Sometimes I start with simply a moment in a story. An idea hits me for a scene and then I build on that. Once I had the final line in a book and had to work a story toward it. But mostly I think I start by figuring out how to fit my character into the plot and plot around the character. Confusing – yea, well that's me.

5-Tell us about your latest/upcoming release. What inspired it? 

Capri's Fate was an idea. I didn't actually know I was ready to write another book. I sat down, turned on laptop and spit out chapters 1, 2 and 3. Then I had to figure out where to go with the rest of the story.

What's a woman to do when a voice follows her home and makes mad, passionate love to her?

Corporate business woman, Capricious Gray, is dragged to a sex toy convention by her best friend. Once a shocking, mysterious disembodied voice helps her with her purchases, it follows her home. Passion ensues, leaving Capri torn between lust for her fantasy lover and the desperate need for reality in her life.

Thall, son of one of the Fates, harbors the irrepressible need to be with the woman he's desired from afar for years. In order to make her his, once and for all, he must help Capri get past her fears, including the fear of what he represents - a fantasy.

Can fantasy become a reality for these two lovers?

My bustier had wrapped itself around me, forcing my nipples to burst from the peek-a-boo holes. The bottle of warming lubricant landed beside me, top popped off. And amazed that I wasn't the least bit shocked, alarmed or confused, I watched as my glass dildo floated above me.
"Play with your nipples. Show me what you do to make them firm."
"Excuse me?" My eyebrows rose up to my hairline. "You want me to play with myself? In front of you?"
One simple, yet mortifying, word.
"I'm not a porn star."
"Just touch yourself. I will not judge you."
I rippled my fingers across my nipple, which traitorously responded. So did my lower parts. They tingled. The bustier was much tighter than I would have hooked it. My breasts were forced into a way-out-there position. My body liked the restraint. I tickled myself again. My nipple grew firm. Playing with both, I squeezed and pulled until they stood erect and pinky-proud.
"They're beautiful. Continue," the voice urged.
To the flesh on my breast, my fingers were like ice cubes. My areolas contracted. My nipples stiffened. My next touch changed to sandpaper—rough and scratchy. Tingles shivered through my body. Hot, cold, rough, soft—each new sensation was a surprise.
Sweat trickled down my neck. Pressure built deep inside. My hand turned palm up, and the vibrating nipple clamp fell into it.
It took me a moment to figure out what to do. No, Thall didn't send the instructions along, and I hadn't had a chance to read them yet. My bad.
Unclasping it, I encased my nipple then hit the tiny switch. A squeal escaped me as a tiny electric pulse shot through my aroused dusky tip. The other clamp floated in front of me. I secured it onto my left nipple and held my breath.
Snap. Snap.
A surge of lust rushed through my body then centered in my crotch.
Snap. Snap.
The electric pulses were titillating—pun intended—and random, and I found myself waiting for the next. They didn't fire together. Nor did they go off in even patterns. I lay back wallowing in the random sensations they delighted in me. I wanted this to last for hours. A small thought nudge me. How long do tiny cell batteries last?
The arousal gel poured itself over my upper thighs as strong fingertips raked the insides, forcing my legs apart.
Arousing was so the wrong term for the lubricant. Fire would be a more apt description. I've been cooler after a tough hour of hot yoga class.
Sweat rolled in streams from me, yet all I did was rest on silk pillows having my nipples erotically zapped. I pulled my knees up and let them fall. I was fully exposed, and horny as hell. I wanted to be fucked. Needed to be fucked.
The bottle of warming gel flipped pouring liquid heat down my crotch. My glass penis hung, head down, aimed between my legs.
"Do you want it?"
I groaned.
"Do you want it inside you—mercilessly driving you to a screaming orgasm?”
Do the Fates understand the term – duh!

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Daryl Devore lives in an in old farmhouse in Ontario, Canada, with her husband, two cats, a large salt water aquarium full of fish and some ghosts. Her daughter is grown and has flown the nest. Daryl loves to take long walks up her quiet country road, or snow shoe across the back acres and in the summer, kayak along the St. Lawrence River. She has touched a moon rock, a mammoth and a meteorite. She's been deep in the ocean in a submarine, flew high over Niagara Falls in a helicopter and used the ladies room in a royal palace. Life's an adventure and Daryl's having fun living it.

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