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Dec 2, 2015

Looking For A Publisher...

I've started to do it. I've dusted off 'Daddy's Acceptance'. Spent almost a week reformatting, as the publisher required and reading it over to fix things and then sent it off.

Firstly, I found more mistakes than I was happy with. I was willing to believe that something had messed it up and it wasn't just me not seeing/creating them.

Secondly, I found a small bit of inconsistency that I let slide since it introduced some of Alex's history. But if I'm asked to fix or nix it, I will without even thinking of talking back. If it gets by, it gets by. :)

Thirdly,  I have to wait six to eight weeks before I'll hear back from them. I don't think I should send it off to anyone else during that time, so I did the only other thing I could do. I took down my on line copies.

Why? I don't want to think of all those errors out there to be read, and if they do decide to make it into a book under their label, I don't want to undermine that by having a free copy out there.

So who was my first choice?

Yes, I will try another publisher if they don't want it. If you know of anyone who would be interesting, you can leave their name and website below for me to look at later.

Nov 11, 2015

A Slight Update

It's more of a heads up.

I was being naughtily late one night and this idea came to me. It was a very good idea that I wanted to expand upon. A few days later I was texting a friend of mine and it just occurred to me that he could write it with me. I could try being a co-author again.

Yes, I have to bug that other girl to see if she even wishes to pick up where we left off, or start all back over again or just officially kill the story we were working on since we haven't even talked to each other in like 2 years at least.

Either way, we are hammering out a rather solid story. He tries to drag it down into the gutter at times, but it seems that he has really come around to making it a well rounded book. Oh yeah, book. It should be on the size of "Daddy's Acceptance". I told him at least 20 chapters. I think we may hit 30 if we keep the chapter sizes to between 5 and 7 pages.

Also, this may be the first story that I will post over at Wattpad instead of DA or Scribd. I'm still not happy with how Scribd filters things to be found and their new marking model has me wondering a few of things.

So, a very rough idea of what we are doing. It seems to be a very true example of SciFi so far. We aren't dealing with humans, and none will be found in this story. So we clearly aren't on earth, but we will be on a planet. We have kings, queens, and nobles or high houses. Two versions of the same humanoid race live on this planet.

In true fashion I'm hoping to create two couples in this story. They will be very different from each other, and may not be friends with each other never mind know of each other. We want there to be tech, but we are looking at magic also or at least have people believe that the tech is magic.

We  have started to nail down some words that we will use for come groups of people, some places and my guy is working on the back story or history, or remembered past. It's a little complicated there. We have had two text and one phone brain storming sessions. I hope this keeps up and the actual writing is just as well mixed as it has been so far.


In other writing news, I've made some head way with my current writing project. I've jumped quite a few months in the story. One, to get the story close to the end, and two, I really don't think that there was a lot to talk about during those months. I may change my mind and add in something later. I'm not posting this story until I'm done and happy with it.

It's in a different format than what I normally do. I still have a first person POV going on here, but it's a little different. That alone will need some tinkering to make sure it doesn't get lost. For how much I thought I wrote, I was surprised to see that I'm just getting to part 10. It's going to be shorter, the number of chapters, than I thought it would be when I first started to write this like a year and a half ago. I'm sure it's been that long. Which is just sad.

Either way, that story I'm got work on now. I really, really want it finished before the end of Feb. I know it sounds a ways off,  but we all know that's not true. You give yourself a deadline and before you know it you are looking at it.


Oh names.

The name of the story I'm going to work on right after I'm done here is titled, currently, " The Pregnant Male" aka "Painful Equality ". I like the second title better, but I almost never see it because it's at the start of the story and I just go right down to where I left off and continue to add to add on.

The one that I'm just starting up with my fiend is called "The Queens". It might change, but I like that title for now.


PS, leave question and comments below.

Oct 30, 2015

After Work {gay/age difference}

[ I have a number of short stories over at Tumblr. So short, I don't really like to call them stories. I even labeled them blips in some of the tags. But I promised I would share, so I'm going to pick the longest ones to re post here. And maybe one or two that I really liked that aren't so long.]

[The photo I got this story from can be found at the link below along with the Tumblr post I'm copying this from.]

This story expands a bit more on a post I made for it a while ago. That just had a link, here you get the whole story. :)


He was waiting for me in my bed after work. I didn’t expect to see him, but I was still glad to see him there.

He was under the covers and looked so peaceful as he slept.

I moved around the room as I got undressed and put my briefcase next to my desk. That desk is one of the reasons I was currently single. My last girlfriend would say it was because I was gay. At least that is what she told me as she walked out with her stuff about 4 months back.

Two months after that I stumbled across the dark haired beauty that was currently laying between my sheets. He stops by when he feels like it and after finding him on my steps enough times I gave him Kelly’s old set of keys. He made a point of taking off her rainbow charm and throwing it in the trash in front of me.

As I walked out of the bathroom, drying my hair with a towel that blocked most of my view, I heard movement coming from the bed. I stopped what I was doing, and pulled the towel down to my neck so I could see.

“I did that when I got here too,” Ian told me.

“A bath?” I asked him as I walked in his direction.

“Yes, but the wet look looks better on you,” he said as he started to crawl out from under the blanket to meet me at the foot of the bed. I smiled wider as he sat his cute and naked butt down as he waited for me to get closer.

I watched his hand as it held on to one of his shoulders before he let it slide down his chest and over a nipple that he stopped for a moment to tweak. It then glided down his slight impression of abs and down to the base of his cock that had a trimmed bush around the base.

Ian once said that he had waited 16 years to have it grow in that he wasn’t about to shave it all off. He then asked me why I did shave mine. I told him that after 16 years of it inching me, I was more than happy to keep it gone.

As I came to a stop Ian reached up and pulled the towel from around my neck making me as naked as he was.

“You seem to be ready for another breeding session,” I said before pulling him up by his shoulders.

“That sounds so wrong and sexy at the same time,” he told me before crushing his lips to mine. I crawled onto the bed and over his body as we remained lip locked.

We kissed and sucked and licked and we were not quiet about how we gave or received such treatment. He then licked his way down my neck on his journey further south.

I lasted as long as I could before I pried Ian and his throat off of my cock and turned him around to get down to some business. With the spit on my cock and the lube that I put in his ass as he sucked me off, I lined up my dick with his ass pussy before pushing in balls deep in one swift go.

Oh, I love the shaking his body goes through as he screams out in shock, pain and the tip of his need and want for more.

“Aahh,” I moaned as my body shivered likewise in response to his. With my arms still around his shoulders I felt as he pushed his arms into the bed and his ass back into my groin as he made me go deeper into him. He wanted more and I wanted to give it to him.

I slid my hands down his hot body and rested them on the bed against his thighs. As I held him closer I felt my toes start to tingle. This was so going to be good.

“Fuck me already,” Ian insisted as he fucked himself back onto my dick once to get my attention. I bent my head and kissed his neck as I took over the fucking. The deep fucking.

“Yes,” I answered back as my hips picked up a rhythm that left my mind free to enjoy what I was now feeling. Ian’s body moved with mine. His breathing was ragged and deep as I took him closer to an ass orgasm.

“Oh Fuck!” he shouted as I felt how close he was to falling over his edge.

“That’s it baby,” I told him. “Just a little more. Just a little fucking more.”

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Oct 29, 2015

Going For A Swim {gay/young love}

[ I have a number of short stories over at Tumblr. So short, I don't really like to call them stories. I even labeled them blips in some of the tags. But I promised I would share, so I'm going to pick the longest ones to re post here. And maybe one or two that I really liked that aren't so long.]

[The photo I got this story from can be found at the link below along with the Tumblr post I'm copying this from.]


“Frank, get off of me!” I shouted as I continued to laugh. I had been sitting on the grass looking down at the river as I waited for him. I heard him shout my name and as I looked up, it was in time to see him diving at me.

We rolled the rest of the way down until we were laying on the bank. He was only a little heavier than me, but my small frame felt every pound. He rolled over to my side laughing also.
“How long have you been waiting for me?” he soon asked.

“Don’t know,” I answered. “I don’t think it was long,” I said as I sat up and pulled my shoes back from the water’s edge.

“Well, I’m sorry if I was. Mr. Blake wanted to talk to me about his Legal Studies class,” he explained.

“Our World History teacher?” I asked.

“Yeah,” Frank said as he sat up and vigorously ran his fingers through his dark hair. “He passed a paper around at the start of the semester asking if anyone would be interested and I signed it. Didn’t you?” he asked me as his fingers now tried to comb his hair back into some kind of order.

“I don’t like the law that much,” I confessed. “But what did he say? Is he having the class or not?” I may not like the subject, but if he did, then I hoped it worked out.

“He said that he may just get enough signatures to have the class, but it might be in the summer by then,” he informed me.

“That’s sucks.” I was looking forward to spending the summer with him. I looked down at my hands then back up at the river. I heard, then felt him as he moved to sit next to me and our sides stayed in contact.

“I won’t take the class in the summer,” he told me.

“Thanks,” I said as I bumped into his side.

“What kind of boyfriend would I be to ditch you for a whole summer when we already made plans?” he asked as he now draped his arm over my shoulders.

“One who knew that he had one year left in high school with college and all that stuff coming,” I answered as I tilted my head back against his arm and looked up in time to see the pale image of a plane flying overhead leaving a white trail across the sky.

“How about we wait until after summer to worry about such things?” he asked.

“Sure,” I said since I didn’t want to think about it just yet anyway.

“So are we going in or what?” Frank asked me a few minutes later. I had already been looking at the water, but I was happy where I was. I knew the water was going to be cold and it sounded like a much better plan when we were sweating to death over the weekend during the small and unexpected heat wave in the middle of April.

“I don’t feel like it now,” I told him as I laid my head on his shoulder.

“What?” he asked in mock surprise. “I ran blocks to see you’re cute bod,” he confessed.

“The water is cold and I’m not that hot anymore,” I explained. He stayed quiet. In fact, he stayed quiet longer than I expected him to.

“It’s still a warm day,” he started up again. “You could at least open your shirt up and let the breeze cool you a bit,“ he suggested.

"Why don’t you take off your shirt if you are so hot?” I asked him,

“I will if you do,” he countered.

“I don’t want to,” I insisted, I knew I was going to start some kind of fight, but I didn’t want to go in the water or take off my shirt.

“Oh come on,” Frank teased as he pulled at my sleeve, then my collar, and as he reached for one of my buttons I started to scoot away from him. He came closer and I moved away again. I was barely a foot away from him when he stopped for a moment and just looked at me with that grin on his face. I put down my right hand and I felt every little piece of gravel as they started to move. I was unable to correct myself and slid down into the water. I reached out towards Frank, but he didn’t reach out to help me, but he did look shocked as his face moved away from me.

“Benny!” I heard him shout just after I screamed from the fall and the shock of the cold going right to my bones. I was still disoriented and was slowly being pulled along by the current. As I spun around for the second time, I felt Frank’s hand as he grabbed my shoulder and helped me to stand. I then came to the realization that we were both standing knee deep in the river.

I was shivering and completely drenched from the top of my head down to the soles of my shoes. My shoes. I shook loose of his hold and made my own way back onto dry land. As my shoes squished under my toes I looked around for a low tree that I could hide behind as it held up my clothes to dry. I wasn’t sure what to do about my shoes yet. They will take forever to dry and I only had about 3 hours before I had to be home.

I found one that was next to a retaining wall a little ways down from where I had been dry and sitting on the grass not that long ago. I touched the wall and was happy to feel that it was warm and even hot to the touch even though it was now in the shade. Just then, the wind picked up and blew past me as if letting me I had picked a good place to get dry.

I hadn’t realized that Frank had caught up with me until I was starting to unbutton my shirt and his fingers moved mine out of the way. He soon separated it from my skin and was hanging it on one of the low branches hiding us a little more from anyone that may have walked along the path on the other side of the tree.

I continued to shiver, but from the waist up the passing breeze had already warmed and dried me. It was my wet pants, underwear, socks and shoes that were making me colder than I should be. I didn’t wait for him to come back as I bent and took off my shoes and socks. I hoped, if anything, that my socks would be dry enough for me wear and protect my feet as I walked home. I had walked home barefooted once. The cuts on the bottom of my feet continued to be a pain as they took over a week to heal.

As I stepped backwards, I found myself pressed up against someone. I didn’t even think that it would be anyone other than Frank.

“You got my shoes wet,” I accused him as I felt his hands starting to wander across my skin.
“I didn’t push you into the river,” he told me as cupped the left side of my chest and moved his thumb around to find and rub my nipple. I leaned back into him as my pants started to fell less cold.
“You didn’t try to save me either,” I recalled. I closed my eyes as I felt his lips lick down my throat.
“You’re suppose to accept gifts,” he said into my ear before he decided to suck on it.

“Getting me wet was a gift?” I asked as I covered his hands with mine as they continued to move over my body. I held on to the wrist of the hand that was playing with my nipple as I felt his other one pulling at the button on my pants.

“For me,” he said before he pulling down my zipper. “I have to get you out of these things before you catch a cold,” Frank told me as he laid his warm hands on the cold skin covering my hips. I jumped slightly at the difference in our temperatures.
As he moved his hands lower, he took my pants and my underwear with them. I shivered from my cold back side being exposed to the air and wind. Then I shivered again as Frank started to kiss me. First my waist, then my curve of my lower back. Soon I found myself leaning forward and holding on to the tree with the rest of my clothes pooled around my feet in a wet mess, as my boyfriend licked my ass cheeks and the back of my balls.

I bit and moaned into the back of my hand as I felt him pull on my cock while he licked his way back my shoulder. I moaned again as I felt his other warm hand as it grabbed on to my chest and his cock as it pressed into the valley between my cheeks.

“Do you like my gift?” Frank whispered into my ear as he held me tighter and pressed himself into me some more. I whimpered as I tried to not draw any attention in our direction.
“What was that?” he asked me as he rocked the head of his cock to my opening.
“Yes,” I whispered back hurriedly.

“Then we should use our gifts together then,” Frank ended with a nibble on my ear.

“Ah,” I moaned a little louder, not thinking that someone could be walking by just a meter or two away. I held the tree branch harder and watched the leaves as they shook with each thrust Frank made to get deeper into me.
“Oh Benny,” he moaned as he laid his head on my shoulder. With each hit and tug, I was finding it harder and harder to continue standing. As my legs started to shake and buckle, I wrapped my arms around the tree so Frank couldn’t be pulled out of me.

“I’m almost there,” he started to moan into my ear as he tried to keep me up also. My whole body was now hot and burning.

“Yes,” I answered as my hips started to rock back to meet his crotch on its own. I was almost there myself. My fingers pressed into the bark as I creamed Frank’s hand. I almost didn’t feel as he came in my ass, but I couldn’t miss when he stiffened twice into my back before letting me go, allowing both of us to fall backwards into the shade and onto the retaining wall.

“We should trade gifts more often,” Frank send breathlessly.

“Hahaha,” I laughed.

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Senior's Right {gay/young love}

[ I have a number of short stories over at Tumblr. So short, I don't really like to call them stories. I even labeled them blips in some of the tags. But I promised I would share, so I'm going to pick the longest ones to re post here. And maybe one or two that I really liked that aren't so long.]

[The photo I got this story from can be found at the link below along with the Tumblr post I'm copying this from.]


I was Bert Hancock’s pick. He chose me to be his Senior’s Right!

I knew he smiled back at me when I caught his attention yesterday just before math class, but I didn’t think it would lead to this.

He was the famous jock. I didn’t think he would pick someone who went mostly unnoticed in this school. I wasn’t the shy kid that lived in turtlenecks, but I wasn’t in any team sport as the school either.

We went to a great school, but some things still went unseen by most of the faculty and staff. Like how Senior’s Right went from meaning 'right hand' where a senior would take any under classman they thought needed help or just a friend for the last year of their time here, to Senior’s Right where Right now meant “entitlement” and was mostly used by seniors to have a swing at same sex, well, sex. Not all of them did, but quite a few went that way.

And Bert Hancock did with me and he told me that he wanted to see me again. I so scored. He was almost manic in bed and such a romantic when we weren’t.

When the prom banners were being hung in the hallways, I had to face facts that ‘we’ were almost over. He would take some popular girl to the dance, he would buckle down even more to raise his GPA a bit to get into the college he wanted and have them pay for it and then he would graduate and leave me to start my own senior year.

It was two days before prom and I sadly believed that we were meeting for the last time, in this way. He leaned on the front of his car and I walked over and sat next to him without touching. We were in public which was good. Neither us would do anything stupid that we would regret later.

He put his arm around my shoulder and pulled himself closer. Already this wasn’t how I expected it to go. Then he handed me a note without saying anything. I read words surrounded my pictures of roses, that I never thought I would see. He was asking me to go to the prom with him. He wanted to come out of the closet with me.

I couldn’t say anything. This was beyond anything I thought would happen. To me. With him. I stayed calm. I tried to look normal. I breathed. A lot.

“Well?” he asked as he squeezed my shoulders with one hand. I just nodded my head. I didn’t see him smile as I looked at the paper again, but I heard it in his voice when he spoke. “I’ll call you tonight and we can talk about stuff.” I nodded my head once more.

We got off his car at the same time and I stood back while I watched him leave.

The next two days went by quickly. They took long to past. They were shrouded in a fog of happiness. It was the best and worst time of my short life. Then with anticipation and dread we walked into the hotel hosting our prom. Some people talked, others didn’t take notice. Bert was called out to a few times by his click and team mates.

My heart didn’t start beating in my ears until we walked into the conference room, that the school had rented out and decorated with team colours and the slogan 'Onwards’. They were taking couple pictures at the door and when we walked in the guy relaxed until Bert told him that we were a couple. Then the sound of the room changed. We weren’t the only same sex couple there, but it now felt like we were the most famous.

We talked, we held hands, we even hung out with mutual friends that we didn’t know we hand until we became 'we' a few months ago. We danced, we drank punch, we danced some more. We were silly and sang with the crowd around us to the most popular songs that year and we danced some more.

Near the end when the votes were being publicly tallied for prom king and queen, he asked me what I would say in my acceptance speech. I knew he was joking, but it crossed my mind as being a possibility. A possibility I clapped away as a girl and boy couple won. I think she was head student librarian. I didn’t know her date which is odd, since I thought the winning couple were suppose to best well known.

I didn’t have long to think about that since instead of joining in with the rest of the student body as they celebrated with our new kind and queen and started to wind down the night, Bret pulled me out of the room and towards some elevators.

I asked where we were going since I knew he didn’t have money to spend on any room here for the night. Then he flashed me a door card to prove me wrong.

Once we were in the room he kissed me as the door closed and said that we only had 2 hours. As we pulled the clothes from each other’s body, he informed me that his dad had gotten him the room, but only for 2 hours. He had a great dad.

We had the privacy to try things without having to worry about our parents coming home and hearing us never mind walking in on use as we tested out the couch in the sitting room part of the suite.

For a solid hour and forty minutes we sucked, kissed, licked, fucked, creamed, jerked off, blew, rimmed, and screwed until we had to rest before taking time to clean up, get dressed and get the card back to his dad before our two hours were up.

I stood in the lobby as Bret went to find his dad. I waved to a few students that I knew who waved at me first. I hoped I only looked as exhausted as they did.

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Happy Birthday {incest/threesome}

[ I have a number of short stories over at Tumblr. So short, I don't really like to call them stories. I even labeled some of them blips in the tags. But I promised I would share, so I'm going to pick the longest ones to re post here. And maybe one or two that I really liked that aren't so long.]

[The photo I got this story from can be found at the link below along with the Tumblr post I'm copying this from.]


“Best... Birthday...Ever” Emma said as she laid back looking at us with desire filled eyes as she rubbed her clit.

I couldn’t help but agree as I looked down at her twin brother who’s well-lubed ass I repeatedly entered to rub my cock head over his prostate. Gary moaned each time my crotch hit his ass. I watched as he grabbed his dick to jerk off.

I felt him starting to orgasm from the inside out. His insides trembled and gripped at me bringing me closer to coming myself. I leaned over Gary and committed my hips to making us both come quickly and hard. He wrapped his arms around my waist and my neck.

I rubbed his cock with my abs. I hit his hole and prostate without mercy. I would have bit his neck if I wasn’t breathing so hard. My legs shook as I went over my own sweet edge. I hammered singular and deep blows into Gary as I erupted in him.

“Fuuccck!” Emma shouted into the room as she shook her part of the bed.

The room then slowly became quieter as our breathing went back to normal.

“Happy birthday, Emma,” Gary told his sister. She just moaned in response.

“Happy birthday, Emma,” I decided to echo him. “Happy birthday, Gary,” told the warm and still hugging body under me. I raised my chest up off of his and looked into his face. He has eyes were a great shad of dark blue.

“Happy birthday, Mikey,” he said before he reached up and kissed me. I kissed him back, pressing my chest to his once again. His ass quickly squeezed and massaged my cock into fighting form and he was more than ready for round two.

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Their Eyes Were Watching {gay/frat}

[ I have a number of short stories over at Tumblr. So short, I don't really like to call them stories. I even labeled them blips in some of the tags. But I promised I would share, so I'm going to pick the longest ones to re post here. And maybe one or two that I really liked that aren't so long.]

[The photo I got this story from can be found at the link below along with the Tumblr post I'm copying this from.]


The other guys in the house love watching the undergrad greeter as he did his job. Some of their guests came over just to see him, but they didn't think they had to tell him that.

When they enter the frat house they see him kneeling there, naked, waiting for a cock to enter his mouth. Everyone see’s his dick as it bounces a little as the guest walks towards him. After only being on the 'job' for a week he starts to get hard whenever he hears the doorbell ring.

Everyone watches as their guest rubs his cock through his jeans as he walks closer to the undergrad. He looks down into his face as he starts to unbuckle and unzip himself. His plaid boxers are seen, but they are pushed down with his pants before he reaches for his cock again to give it a few tugs.

The greeter sways forward licking his lips as he watches the meat in front of him grow and harden as the hand continues to move up and down its surface. They then step forward and his lips are sucking on the head before they have time to remove their hand. He moves further down the shaft and the owner moans above him.

With the taste of pre-cum on his tongue, he moves forward to get even more cock into his mouth. But he’s stopped as this guest holds his hair and pulls him back until he hits the wall. He is kept there as the guest holds the head of his cock just inside his lips.

He puckers up to suck, kiss and lick what he’s given access to. His guest moans and shakes as his grip relaxes. The undergrad’s cock leak when his hair is pulled harder. His head is pressed back against the wall and the trembling cock is pushed into his mouth. Beyond his teeth. Along his tongue. Touching the roof of his throat as it goes further back still.

The guest steps closer until his feet are on either side of the greeter’s hips. His hands are pressed to the wall as he pulls his hips back giving the kneeling boy a chance to suck in some air. He then pushes back in as he starts to fuck his face. The boy holds on to his ankles and moves up his legs the faster he gets.

The feel of his breath rushing past the sensitive skin on the head of his cock has him gushing his load down his throat almost sooner than he would have liked. The boy sucks and licks him clean, even as he tries to pull away to keep from going off again in a more undignified manner. He shudders as he feels his tongue licking the inside of his foreskin.

He looks down at the boy. He’s naked, sweaty and sitting on a small puddle of his own cum as he looks back with a slightly dazed appearance. The guest, who is now steadier on his feet, pull up his pants and boxers before turning toward the other boys that came to watch the show.

“Patrick Still?” he asks the small crowd of young men.

“Sorry professor, he’s not back yet,” One of them say. “Do you want to come back again in another hour?” he asks him. He turns to look back at the boy who seemed to have recovered.

“No,” he says with a shake of his head. “Twice in on afternoon is enough,” he says more to himself. “Tell him to come see me at my office, if he shows up before seven tonight,” he informs the other student.

“Yes professor,” the kid says as he now looks past him to the undergrad who had started to rub his cock in public. It was against house rules. The guest leaves without looking back at the greeter.

“Timothy!” the boy that was talking to the professor shouts.

“Yeah?” another boy calls down from the second floor.

“Bring the vibrator!” he tells him before he walks towards the undergrad who was still jacking off. He smiled as he saw his hand move faster. 


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A Taste Of Dick {gay/spying}

[ I have a number of short stories over at Tumblr. So short, I don't really like to call them stories. I even labeled them blips in some of the tags. But I promised I would share, so I'm going to pick the longest ones to re-post here. And maybe one or two that I really liked that aren't so long.]

[The photo I got this story from can be found at the link below along with the Tumblr post I'm copying this from.]

I experimented a bit with the layout of this one. I like how it turned out, but it won't be a common thing for me.


Man 1: How do they ever get any work done?

Man 2: This isn’t at his office.

Man 1: You said these were taken this morning and it looks like he’s with Mr. Keel, his office manager.

Man 2: It is and it was.

Man 3: Their relationship has progressed. They now live together.

Man 1: I wasn’t informed about this.

Man 3: Clearly.

Man 1: If it’s at their home then why do we have these?

Man 2: Have you forgotten…

Man 3: Clearly his has.

He stands and walks around his desk to sit in a large leather chair and looks at the two men standing before him.

Man 3: Fuck his empty head so he can remember.

Man 1 and Man 2 look at each other before Man 1 takes off his jacket, tie, and then dress shirt before kneeling in front of Man 2.

Man 3: Organize a weekend at the lake house this weekend. Invite the regulars and those two.

Man 2: Yes sir.

Man 2 holds the hair of Man 1 as he slowly pushes his cock all the way into his balls. Man 1 hold’s Man 2′s legs and thighs as he fucks his face in front of their boss. His eyes were closed as he concentrated on breathing through each stroke as Man 2′s cock slid over his tongue repeatedly to enter the opening of this throat.

But he knew that his boss was just sitting there. Looking at what they were doing and not touching himself. He never touched himself. He would look on like they were presenting him with work papers, or he was in a meeting. He looked interested, but never overly so.

I felt blunt nails being pressed into my scalp. My lips were pushed a little wider. I felt his thighs shaking under my palms. He pushed deep and stayed there as I felt him ejaculating down my throat.
I sucked on the head of his cock as I tried to pull more air into my body. I think I got one more squirt out of him allowing him to now pull back. I gulped deeply as he pulled his wet sticky dick out of my mouth. I knelt there panting as I filled my lungs completely for the first time in over five minutes.

Man 2 pulled his briefs back into place before zipping up his pants. He then hands a large handkerchief to Man 1 who was still on the floor but breathing better.

Man 3 clears his throat: Do you remember now?

Man 1 nods his head as he stands while he wipes his face of sweat and spit.

Man 3 stands and walks towards a shelf at the back of his office.

Man 3: You may leave now.

Man 1 & Man 2: Yes Sir.

The sound of a fan being turned on and the smell of air deodorizer followed the two men as they left the CEO’s office.

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Mirrors, More Mirrors. {gay}

[ I have a number of short stories over at Tumblr. So short, I don't really like to call them stories. I even labeled them blips in some of the tags. But I promised I would share, so I'm going to pick the longest ones to re post here. And maybe one or two that I really liked that aren't so long.]

[The photo I got this story from can be found at the link below along with the Tumblr post I'm copying this from.]


I use to think that mirrors on the walls and such were so dated and belonged in the past until I realized that my new boyfriend always ended up facing the same direction when we had sex.
He was looking at us in the full-length mirror that I had next to my closet. It was one of the only two mirrors I had in my apartment.

Then I started to look in the mirror too. I looked at everything about him. His raised back. His bouncing ass. His swinging cock when he wasn't jerking himself off, and when he was jerking himself off.

Then I looked into his face and I saw even more. What he felt within himself. What I was causing him to feel. How he liked it. How he wanted more. How he wanted me.

Now I can't look into his face until we are close to coming because seeing all that makes me cum. I explode and break at the same time.

I feel like possessing him. Marking him. Keeping him. Making sure he would never want to leave me and I cum. Hard.

My toes curl. My breathing hurts. Cum is shot from me like it was being pulled out of my soul. I hear him moan and I dare to open my eyes to look at him and my whole body shudders.


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Wait {gay}

[ I have a number of short stories over at Tumblr. So short, I don't really like to call them stories. I even labeled them blips in some of the tags. But I promised I would share, so I'm going to pick the longest ones to re post here. And maybe one or two that I really liked that aren't so long.]

[The photo I got this story from can be found at the link below along with the Tumblr post I'm copying this from.]


"Wait," I said as I looked down at him. He sat still as he gazed up at me.

"Wait," I said again as he started to lean forward. His eyes looked at my cock that was just inches from his face and mouth. I knew I was teasing him as I prevented him from doing what he wanted, but it made it better for both of us.

He was able to think of what he wanted to do with my cock. Make a plan. Plot to get me off in his mouth in a way he though best. The taste buds on his tongue remembered the essence of me and now yearned to have more. I felt a small kick of anticipation myself and my cock bobbed between us. I was starting to feel the strain of not giving in myself.

We both watched as a bead of pre-cum formed out of the tip of my dick and grew until gravity pulled it to the floor. Ben looked back up me again and his eyes, if not his whole face, begged for me to let him suck what was to come next.

"Go," I told him and as flesh touched flesh I gasped loudly and slid both my hands down into his hair.  

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Girl's Circle {lesbian/incest}

[ I have a number of short stories over at Tumblr. So short, I don't really like to call them stories. I even labeled them blips in some of the tags. But I promised I would share, so I'm going to pick the longest ones to re post here. And maybe one or two that I really liked that aren't so long.]

[The photo I got this story from can be found at the link below along with the Tumblr post I'm copying this from.]


"There we go. All stretched out and ready for when daddy gets home."

“Is something wrong Jenny?” mom asked one of her friends.

“No,” she started. “I’m just grateful it wasn’t Bill’s night,” she then said. “I can’t stand hearing that boy whimper,” she ended.

“Liar,” mom’s other friend said. “Every time it’s his night, I hear you making Paul whimper himself when you get home,” she said before I heard her taking a sip of her drink.

“I never said I didn’t like it,” Ms Walis explained. “I said I can’t stand it. Do you know how hard it is to keep myself from running home to nail my husband?” At this everyone laughed.

“Oh dear,” the other one said as I started to lift my head off the floor.

“What is it Margret?” Mom asked as she now stood up.

“I think I just wet your couch again,” she said a little hesitantly.

“Tea, cum or piss?” Mom asked her. I turned to look in their direction as I slowly sat back on my throbbing pussy.

“Ahmm, cum,” she said quietly.

“You know what that means,” she told her. I looked on as Ms. Latch put her cup on the side table and knelt down in front of mom with her mouth open. As mom was slipping the wet dildo into her mouth I saw Ms Walis move.

“She lied,” I soon heard her say. “The couch isn’t wet at all. She lied,” she said with a laugh. Mom held her hair and pulled her back off the fake dick. Her face was a little wet with tears after having to deep throat that thing.

“You could have just asked me to fuck you Margret,” mom said.

“It would sound like she’s a lesbo then,” Ms Walis said as she stood. “I on the other hand don’t care.” She pulled off her pants and folded it into a pillow that she then sat back down on to watch and enjoy the show that she hadn’t expected to see.

“Give her your clothes Margret,” mom said to the lady kneeling in front of her. “Off to bed with you young lady. You know your father likes to find you in bed when he gets home late,” mom reminded me.

“Yes mom,” I said as I stood. My panties fell to the floor so I just bent and picked it up before walking towards the stairs bare assed and dripping. Mom didn’t make me cum. She almost never did. She made me tell her when I was getting close so she could stop.

“When was the last time you were screwed Margret?” Ms Walis asked behind my back. “I’m so happy I have my Paul.” was the last thing I hard any of them say before Ms. Latch screamed out with mom’s first push into her.

Mom likes to open you up hard and deep on her first thrust. I rubbed my clit a little as I walked into my room remembering how she did me a few minutes ago and how daddy was going to get my insides all wet when he got home.


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Punishment (gay/age difference}

[ I have a number of short stories over at Tumblr. So short, I don't really like to call them stories. I even labeled them blips in some of the tags. But I promised I would share, so I'm going to pick the longest ones to re-post here. And maybe one or two that I really liked that aren't so long.]

[The photo I got this story from can be found at the link below along with the Tumblr post I'm copying this from.]


“What did he do this time?” I heard Jake ask another boy as they walked by my open door.

“Mouth off to a teacher is what I heard,” the boy answered. It sounded like Lex.

“That’s it?” Jake asked back.

“Well it’s hard to buck authority when you’re in love with the headmaster,” Lex answered.

“Do they know that everyone else already knows?” was Jake’s newest question.

I didn’t hear an answer as they continued to walk away.

The next thing I heard was the door to my room being closed and adult male shoes walking towards my bed. Then nothing. No one spoke. No one moved. Nothing was touched.

“It has been decided that you will be my Latus.” Mr. Kuri said as he stood in my room. His words bounced off the walls that were too close together and bare of anything that would absorb sound.
As I rotated my arms again, as much as I could, I now understood why he had taken so long to get here this time. I wasn’t sure what to do now.

“Bend further back,” he said making my mind up for me. “Today will your last time for this ‘punishment’,” he enlightened me. “After this I hope you won’t need to be punished again, but they said that your ‘punishment’ was to be carried out for this latest incident,” he explained as I heard him getting undressed. “When we are done, you will pack up your belongings and follow me to my quarters. And we all hope having such a closer eye on you will help you live up to your full potential here at St. Marks,” he ended as I felt the bed move under me.

“Yes Mr. Kuri,” I answered as I saw the small twin bed, that most likely has already been placed in his bedroom, as it would go unused during my stay with him. I shivered a little as I felt his fingers, then hand on my back as he moved up my spine.

“You are lucky they finally took my suggestion,” Mr. Kuri said as I felt his body heat settling over and behind me. “Mouthing off to a teacher hasn’t been something that you have done in ages. Your bag of tricks must be near empty,” he commented before kissing my shoulder.

“It wasn’t a trick,” I told him as I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feel of his cock as it bushed my ass. “The teacher had it coming,”

“Ms. Grover?” he asked as he placed his other hand on my thigh.

“The old bat said that you’re an incompetent head master for not kicking me out of the school,” I told him. But as I said it, I realized that I shouldn’t have. He stopped what he was doing. He didn’t get off the bed, but he did move away from me. “I defended you,” I quickly said. I started to turn around when he grabbed the belt that held my hands together and started to undo it. I must have really upset him. He didn’t untie me until we were finished.

I didn’t want to panic, but I have been nothing but confused and surprised since he showed up. I needed to know what he was doing. What was going on? Then I felt his lips on my ass and I jumped little since I didn’t expect it.

“Well, we’ll prove her wrong won’t we?” he asked.

“Yes Mr. Kuri,” I told him as I started to like where this was going now.

“Michael,” he corrected me. My heart soared. The last time I called him by his first name, it took a fire in the cafeteria for him to speak to me again never mind look in my direction.

“Michael,” I breathed out before catching my breath as I felt his fingers, slick with lube, as they started to push into me.


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For Free {gay/shota/onlookers}

[ I have a number of short stories over at Tumblr. So short, I don't really like to call them stories. I even labeled them blips in some of the tags. But I promised I would share, so I'm going to pick the longest ones to re post here. And maybe one or two that I really liked that aren't so long.]

[The photo I got this story from can be found at the link below along with the Tumblr post I'm copying this from.]


“Shhh, and stay low,” Cam told me as she held my hand and pulled me towards the bridge. She hadn’t told me what she was taking me to see, but she said it was something I would want to see. So I let her lead me. All the way to the edge of town and the Miller Bridge.

“We have to crawl from here,” she tells me as she goes down first. I understand now, why she insisted that I wear jeans. I got down on my knees and followed her through some tall grass, around some bushes and into a small thicket of trees that told me that we were now at the edge of the wood lands.

We stopped for a moment and I held back asking why since talking would seem to go against the fact that we’re trying to go unnoticed.

I had just killed an ant that looked like it wanted to bite me when Cam started to move again. Soon I found myself crawling into a low, leaf covered shelter that had at least one sleeping bag as the floor. It was big enough for at least 4 people to sit or lay down in, but not tall enough for anyone to stand unless they were under 4 feet tall.

Cam pointed to the thin window, and I looked out to finally see what it was that she brought me all this way for. I was expecting to see something that was easily spooked, like a family of deer or fairies. What I saw was all too normal. A girl in a slip of a red dress, leaning against the bridge like she was playing hide and seek, and she was counting down to seek out her friends. Except she wasn’t counting, as far as I could hear, and I didn’t see or hear any other kids around.

After about 30 seconds I thought that maybe she was sick. Other than slide down the wall a bit more so her ass was pushed out, she hadn’t moved. Two more minutes later I turned to Cam and opened my mouth to ask her what was going on, she raised a finger to her lips before pointing back at the window. I looked at her questionably, but she just jabbed her finger in the direction of the opening. Grudgingly I turned back and saw that someone else was now there. It was an older guy and he was keeping his distance as he looked at her.

I looked to the girl to see if see had noticed him. Her head had turned and she was looking at him, but otherwise hadn’t moved.

“Jodie sent me,” he said as he continued to watch her without stepping closer. A second or two later the girl stood up and away from the wall. She didn’t turn around, but lifted her dress. I couldn’t believe that she was going to do what I thought she was going to do. I continued to watch as she hooked her fingers into panties and pulled them down.

When she lifted her dress up and leaned against the wall, I saw something I didn’t expect. A penis. It was a boy in a dress. The whole scene just got more of my attention.


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Oct 27, 2015

Where The Neighbors Can See {incest/onlookers}

[ I have a number of short stories over at Tumblr. So short, I don't really like to call them stories. I even labeled them blips in some of the tags. But I promised I would share, so I'm going to pick the longest ones to re post here. And maybe one or two that I really liked that aren't so long.]

[The photo I got this story from can be found at the link below along with the Tumblr post I'm copying this from.]


As if incest wasn’t dirty enough, me and sis do it outside where the neighbors can see. We get comments about it but we’re positive everyone enjoys the show.

The comments would have been more colourful, if they didn't just call the cops when seeing us if we had told them that were brother and sister. As far as anyone around here knows, we are just a horny couple living together.

I think Kelly wants someone who knows that we related to see us some times. I thought that I saw her old boyfriend when were doing it in the parking lot last week. I didn't stop because I hated the guy and I wanted him to see. I told Kelly how he was looking at us. And how he was even coming closer to the truck.

She just wrapped her legs around my waist and fucked me even harder. Soon I had to close my eyes and I just went balls deep into her and we both came so hard that I knew my truck was rocking. I didn't open my eyes until I heard grunting coming from the other side of the window.

The man was braced against the outside of my truck jerking off. He was still looking at us, but it wasn't Brad like I first thought. He did look a lot like him, so I was easy for me to think it was him and I worked with it again.

I started to thrust into Kelly again. She screamed out and I saw as she started to open her eyes. I place my hand over them and leaned in close to tell her that he was watching. That he was standing outside looking at us. That he saw her being fucked by me and was jacking off.

I almost came as she shuddered under me. Before I pulled my hand away I told her to keep her eyes shut. I wanted her to keep thinking that it was him. That her fantasy was happing at that moment.

This time the guy outside came first but he stayed to see me cream Kelly a second time. it was when he was walking away I told Kelly that she could look. She only saw the back of his head as he walked away, but as far as she concerned, it was Brad Winlock that just watched her getting fucked by her brother.


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Sep 19, 2015

Yaoi a GoGo - September 2015 Issue

Hey. :)

Yes, I'm still alive. I have a few little tumblr shorts to post in a bit. But first, like the title says, I have the link to the newest issue of Yaoi a GoGo.

Did I mention that one of the comics I'm involved in got interviewed for the net magazine? Yep, the yaoi one. Clearly.

It's part of the cover story. Yaoi Web Comics. They did a little round up of 8 of them. It kinda looks like a mash up of all the interviews, but ours is named 'Reversion'. :) I haven't really read it yet. Didn't want to reach for my glasses and wanted to post it before I forgot. :)

May 8, 2015

How to leave me a comment without others knowing.

This is how to leave a message with Disque without haveing to sign up.

This works here on my site because I’m allowing anonymous comments. Not everyone will.

Oh yeah. I was suppose to give you news on my newest story. Ok. Here.

I've been the library, and I have research material for my next two stories. Yeah, I keep entertaining the idea that when I buckle down I'll be done with my newest story in like a week or two. But I still know I have at least 5 parts left to write then I have read it over and add some more details, maybe, and catch as many typos and make sure the time is followed.

What book did I get for this story to help me finish it? Pregnancy Book. Yeah, that's the name of it. Simple I know. Also yes, someone is having a baby. No, it's a brand new story, you haven't seen these people before.

There you go. :grin:


May 6, 2015

Kryptonian Sperm and Virgin Super Heroes call in The Pro

I fixed up and made something a bit easier for people to get their hands on.

I told you about this essay ruined my ability to suspend 'reality' and believe that Superman can settle down or even have a sex life with someone human. I'm going to have to really ship Superman and Wonder Woman now. There is nothing wrong with that, I just have never thought of them being together before.

Either way, I tracked down as much as I could about the essay "Man of Steel - Woman of Kleenex" and put them together in a pdf that I just posted over at Scribd. Have a look.

Then near the end I found this comic that incorporated some of it into at least one of their stories.

he Pro was a hilarious one-shot adult comic from Garth Ennis, Amanda Conner and Jimmy Palmiotti that showed some of the...dirtier...aspects of being a real-world superhero. Recently, Palmiotti mentioned on his blog that plans were in the works to turn the comic into an animated series, but that it fell apart. Now, The Pro may receive the big-screen treatment and Palmiotti posted his pick for the lead role: funny woman Sarah Silverman

The movie wish or rumor was back in 2009. 

Until I found that description, I thought it was a run of comics and not just one. Well, that would explain why I can't find that many pictures from it. So let's see what Amazon has to say about this book/comic.

There seems to be two for some reason. 

I put the link to the Kindle Edition so you can see inside the book. 

Ah ha! Just found out something. They are both the same book. The Kindle Edition just has a new and different cover when it was created in 2013.

Oh, side note. It was best book of 2014 at Amazon it seems. 

So there you go. A whole post that concerns itself with how superheroes got off. :D

I found a few more pics and I think I'll go post them over on my tumblr. 

Next post will be about my stories, I promise. :) 

Apr 6, 2015

New Short Story


Long time no see. :)

As you can see I entered another contest.

I kept it clean. Really clean.

I wrote this in a day and it's already posted. Since it's clean, anyone can read it. Here's the link

The Night That Needed Rain.

I know. An interesting title. I had first named it Rain, but I found out that another entry had the same simple thing. So I changed it.


I won.

I'm not as happy about it as I should be. At least there were three entries this time. What I don't like is that only three people voted. I have to remember to ask about letting the whole club vote since the admins don't seem like they want to or just can't.

Mar 19, 2015

A Pile of Slash

Yeah, that is just about what you might be thinking. 

Slash as in matching up the males from a tv show into couples. I don't do it all that much, dang near never actually, but it's a good name for a site that lists gay reading material. May it be books, on line stories or web comics. 

Actually, that's wrong. The site lists LGBT material. Of course I go there for the gay stuff, but that is not why I'm placing a link here, to there. On the web comic's page you will these cute little banners.I made a few of them.

Now that I've said it, I think I've told you before. I just got this odd Deja vu feeling. Odd.

Anyway, she, the girl that runs the page, is looking for people to leave recommendation about LGBT sites, books, free stories and web comics. 

I was thinking of leaving something about House Boys and aiming the link to my Scribd copy, but it felt a bit self serving. Which is odd, since I think It might be worth getting printed and sold. Or e-book-ed. I'm not that picky. :) 

Well, I've listed my reasons for posting the link and here it is again in case you can't make it down the end of the page. :) 

Well isn't that a kick in the pants?

I'm sure I got the saying wrong. I don't think I've ever actually used it before.

Anyway, now they are saying... I'll show you what they said.

"Dear Blogger User,

This week, you received an email telling you about some changes we were 
making to the Blogger Content Policy. In that email, we announced a change 
to Blogger's porn policy stating that blogs that distributed sexually 
explicit images or graphic nudity would be made private. 

We've received lots of feedback about making a policy change that impacts 
longstanding blogs and the negative impact on individuals who post sexually 
explicit content to express their identities. 

We appreciate the feedback. Instead of making this change, we will be 
maintaining our existing policies ("

It's like they didn't expect it. :hands in the air: 

Well the few pics that I took down are staying down. I made a link on my Tumblr to just the short stories that I wrote up there and you will see the dirty pics that go with them. :)

Oh, in case you missed it, they link is down below. It's called "A Smattering of Sex".

Royal Pain - yaoi web comic

Did I tell you?

A friend of mine turns out to be rubbish at keeping her site in order even though it's here on Blogger. So I re-did it for her and since I had no fast way of keeping in touch with her.... yes, we are internet friends, but I might as well be mailing actual letters to her for how often she checks her notes on DA.

Either way, I had to design the page myself. I think it came out rather well at the time, but right now the blue is starting to get to me. She was to the moon about it, so I didn't ask if the blue sat well with her. She liked it so I left it alone.

I just added the newest page, and I was looking around and realized that she didn't have links, and I didn't add any. So before I send her a note, I popped over here to add her's. It's down at the bottom.

Now, for those of you who watch the show Royal Pain on USA network, this has nothing to do with that at all.

We have elves and crossdressing and hints of gay incest... and I shouldn't tell you too much. :)

Mar 3, 2015

The Policy That Had My Name On It.

Blogger sent me an e-mail saying, hold on. I'll go copy what they told me.

"Our records indicate that your account may be affected by this policy 
change. Please refrain from creating new content that would violate this 
policy. Also, we ask that you make any necessary changes to your existing 
blog to comply as soon as possible, so that you won't experience any 
interruptions in service. "

Yes, it's concerning their new thing about ditching adult sites that use any visual media. Thank goodness I only have like three pics to take down here. I know my once in a blue moon site is going to be padlocked down. But I think my main blog is safe. I try not to put anything sexy there. 

So in a few days I'll be back to take down those three pics. They will still be up on my Tumblr so it's not so bad. 

In something that is related to actually writing, I have touched my newest story. I'm just about done with chapter, chapter... actually, pat 6. At the start of this story, I had decided to not name them chapters but parts instead. Now I'm wondering if I should change them back. 

I'll see. Right now I'm trying to get my timing down. I may have to make another sheet for it somewhere to keep everything timed right. In fact, that might be what is keeping me from moving forward. I don't want to say that something is going to take this long when I'm not sure, but I'm not putting it down on paper. 

I blame the cold. I'm always cold now and I stay in bed hoping to get warm.

I'll hopefully be back soon with new that I've added another chapter/part and I'll give you some information on the story. :) 

See ya. 

Feb 13, 2015

Bus Ride {incest/petting/in public}

[ I have a number of short stories over at Tumblr. So short, I don't really like to call them stories. I even labeled them blips in some of the tags. But I promised I would share, so I'm going to pick the longest ones to re post here. And maybe one or two that I really liked that aren't so long.]

[The photo I got this story from can be found at the link below along with the Tumblr post I'm copying this from.]
There was a short story already attached to it and it gave me an idea, so I deleted that one and added my own.


I was standing outside looking at my phone when I heard a noise and looked up to see my little sister running at me. We hugged and I held her close as I walked her to the bus stop.

I didn’t have a car, but it didn’t matter since we lived on the bus route that passed her school. She told me about her classes and things that went on that weren’t part of her schooling. I smiled as I tried to keep the names of her friends straight in my head. I had been hearing about them for over a week now, so it wasn’t as hard as the first day.

Once again there was only standing room and we worked our way into a corner where she could stand with her back against something of a wall. I didn’t even look around to see if anyone was looking at us. I didn’t care if they did. We could pass for a teenage couple and I wasn’t going to tell them that we weren’t because we were. She was mine and the pride of knowing that eclipsed everything I was feeling. Lust was growing in my balls as I grabbed her ass.

My hand was under her skirt as I palmed her left ass cheek. She leaned into me a bit more and I knew that she wanted me to finger her to an orgasm. I had done it before when all I wanted was to tease her a bit more than I had been doing until that day.

We were close to the engine, perhaps the air conditioner. Most of her muffed moans weren’t heard, but one or two got loose and the guy next to us looked in our direction a few times. I didn’t look at his face, but I knew Kathleen did. I watched her face the whole time. When she wasn’t moaning into my shirt, she turned to look at him as I continued to rub her pussy and clit until she came.

I kept my head down at first to look ordinary, but I ended up watching his cock instead. He wanted my sister. He wanted to fuck her. Each time we both heard her moan the budge in his pants looked a bit bigger. A bit tighter. I understood the feeling and the situation. That is why I wore baggy jeans whenever I’m around her.

My hand had drifted towards the crack of her ass as I remembered that day. I changed directions and inched down to her pussy. As I thought of it, I knew I would find her wet when I got there. Now I’m thinking of seeing how far I could get my girl before we got home.

My girl. My sister. My girlfriend. My lover. Mine.

“AH!” she screeched and a few, if not most of the bus turned to look at her. She then pushed back on my fingers that I had accidentally rammed into her and I couldn’t wait to fuck her when we got home.


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Feb 8, 2015

Another Cover

I felt like making a cover for my story 'Snow Days' so I did. Then when I was ready to save it, I realized that I already made one that I never got around to attaching. So I had to pick. Which one to use. I choose to use the newest one.

Then I read over the story. It wasn't that hard to do since it just over 4 pages long. I then tried out a new pdf mering software. I didn't like it. It worked, but I still didn't like it.

So I have for you a pdf link/embed to the copy over at Scribd. You get to see the new cover and get to read the story, perhaps for the first time, along with the small improvements.

Personally, I don't think anyone who has read it would notice them. But it doesn't hurt to fix small things. :)

Oh, if you don't see a cover, then you got early and Scribd hasn't updated it yet. Sometimes it takes them a while to show the revised file.


Jan 31, 2015

The Cove

I started this for a contest at one of my clubs over at DA. I began working on it a few days late and I went over the deadline by weeks. But it's no biggy since they would have told me that I couldn't enter it anyway. They were looking for drawings of creatures. Even if they did accept it, since it didn't say in the rules that it had to be a drawing, I'm not sure how may would have bothered to read it.

But I finished anyway because I like the premise. Of course I liked the premise, or I wouldn't have started it.

I wrote this in DA's Stash Writer. My first time ever outside of a journal. So when I copied it over to Open Office I found out it was just about 4 pages long. Not bad.

There are no warnings of any kind. It's not even gay. Let me know what you think.

Oh, the prompt was "Exotic Creatures". Sexy might have been in there too. I don't remember anymore.

Let the story begin.

Why was I out here? No, really. Please tell me why I just spent ten days, with a seemingly crazy horse, on a trek through a barren wasteland to find a cove, that I didn't hear of until the night I left town. Why?

Because you have no money, I told myself. 

The Spectre and Archangel

I know, I don't talk about other people's work here. This is my blog for my work. But I have put some work into this one. Not writing, I came too late to help with that.

What I am doing is reformatting it and posting it for the creator over at Tapastic.

If you have ever played or heard about Mass Effect and thought it was interesting you may like this. If you like human/alien romances, you may like this one.

If you are willing to try something that I like and have put some effort in, thank you. :)

Commissioned Work

I wasn't commissioned. So you can drop that notion now. That is ... I'll get back to that.

I have officially commissioned an artist over at DA to make covers for my Together books. Yes, I said books.

There is the one that you know about, 'Together', that is meant to be about Inuyasha and Miroku. The next one is going to be called 'Together Again'. That one will be 'about' Sango and Kouga. The last one, I'm only going three, will be titled 'Together Always'. That will be Sess and Kagome.

Yeah, I can hear the haters now, but if you bothered to read my first book, you may think of Kagome a bit differently now.

As for the covers, they will show progress also. One is set very simply and just in b&w like the one I have now, but very old Japanese looking. I hope. The next one will have colour and done in anime style. And the last one I'm going for a more realistic look, full cover and set in this day and age.

The price for the covers, on the whole, isn't bad. If I was working. I can pay her for the first one right now which is about $32. I'm getting them in US Letter size along with a back cover. The price goes up with each different style and the addition of colour and people and difficulty of background.

I'm still working on a few details of the other two covers. I may hash those out this weekend.