Have I used this title before? I can’t remember. Anyway, I deeply apologize for this post being a day late. I’ve been so good about getting something to you regularly. I was out with Pet last night for a good while and then when I got home my parenting duties were called to action. By the time it was all over, it was 10:30 my time and I was sound asleep. (I go to bed early like an old lady.)

Bitten is just over 500 words, and is my Kink Bingo fill for–what else?–bites/bruises.

Also, I think I’ve just discovered how to put in the “Read More” cut so that my explicit material isn’t showing up on your dash, so tonight is an attempt at that, as well.

Continue reading “Bitten”

Challenge #12 – Short Story – Held Down

This is my version of a short story – a flash piece that is a kink bingo square fill for “held down.” It’s also a f/f piece, since I’ve been promising one for quite some time.


“Stay,” Tyler ordered. The other woman nodded, eager to please, laying on the bed with her arms above her head. The room was silent except for the lazy, rhythmic humming of the ceiling fan. Tyler rose from the bed and stepped to the side, choosing her implements carefully from an array of tools. She ran her fingertips along a flogger that she’d had for years, her favorite canes, and a small wooden paddle, before settling on a medium sized dildo that would fit neatly into her harness. This would do nicely for tonight, she decided, though she felt it was a shame she wouldn’t have the opportunity to use all of the implements before her.

Sarah quivered with excitement, and Tyler could see the wetness slipping from between Sarah’s spread legs, making its way down to the sheets. Tyler moved the tool between her own legs and nested it into the ring that would hold it in place. As it settled in, she groaned with anticipation. She dipped down to place a kiss on Sarah’s mound, which had the woman writhing and arching her back. Tyler pressed Sarah’s legs back onto the mattress gently.

“Be still,” Tyler said, in a tone that left no room for argument.

Carefully, slowly at first, Tyler eased the cock between Sarah’s legs, pressed into her pussy. She moved incrementally, watching Sarah’s face as she did so. Sarah’s eyes were screwed shut and she breathed hard as Tyler watched her work to control herself. Sarah’s thighs trembled with effort as Tyler penetrated her. Without warning, Tyler thrust the last three inches of the cock deep into Sarah, eliciting a gasp of surprise.

Tyler took that as her cue, and she began fucking in earnest, thrusting into Sarah over and over again. Once she had a rhythm going, she moved her hands to Sarah’s breasts, pinching and teasing at her nipples while Sarah moaned below. After one particularly hard twist, Sarah’s hands shot up to Tyler’s back, pulling the woman down for a kiss. Tyler acquiesced, slowing her thrusting to kiss Sarah deeply. She moved her mouth to Sarah’s breast and hovered over it, breathing hot air on the nipple.

“I know what you want,” Tyler said after a long moment. “But do you really think you deserve my mouth after that stunt you just pulled?”

“I—” Sarah gasped. “No, ma’am.”

Tyler slapped Sarah neatly across the face, only hard enough to sting. “Next time, you’ll behave, won’t you?” Sarah nodded, looking away. Tyler took Sarah’s wrists, one in each hand, and pinned them to the bed. She picked up her thrusting again, continued to fuck into Sarah, and the other woman could do nothing but lay and enjoy it.

When the time came, Tyler, shifted so that one of her hands held both of Sarah’s, and she moved her free hand down to Sarah’s pussy, rubbing her clit furiously, pushing Sarah over the precipice. As Sarah’s orgasm crashed over her, she thrashed and arched her back, but never pulled her hands away. When she was finished, Tyler pulled out, again slowly, and lay back on the bed.

“Good girl. Now,” she said, pointing to her own aching pussy, “get to work.”

Challenge #8 – Anything at all

Today’s challenge is to write about anything at all. How free! Except I really struggled to come up with a topic to write about. After a few weeks of being dictated to, I found myself a little lost without a topic. Therefore, I bring to you another piece of flash fiction, just under 600 words. I hope you enjoy.


Andrew settled between Matt’s legs, face close to an already leaking erection, trailed sure fingers along Matt’s thighs, teasing, a promise.

“C’mon,” Matt whined, canting his hips up.

He exhaled heavily against sensitive skin, but when Matt tipped himself towards Andrew’s open mouth, he drew back. “What do you say?”

Matt huffed, disbelieving. “Please?”

“Please… what?” Andrew knew he was testing the waters, Matt still shy most nights when it was just the two of them, but he was hoping the gamble would pay off.

“Touch me?” Matt squirmed.

With firm hands, Andrew gripped Matt’s thighs, let his fingers dig in. “Be specific. Ask for what you want.” He glanced up when he said this, sought Matt’s face, wanted to read the reaction there, and he was really fucking glad he did. Matt’s face turned pink and he bit his lip against a whimper – an honest to God whimper. For its part, Matt’s cock also lurched, precome oozing out thickly.

“I… please, suck my cock.”

Immediately Andrew opened his mouth and took his partner in as far as he could, deep down to the base, pushing the head back along the smooth surface. Matt gripped fingers in his short hair and Andrew felt the lust pool in his belly and groin. He knew he could do this all night, could spend hours sucking Matt off, but tonight he wanted to hear him beg. He pulled the cock out of his mouth slowly, trailed his hands and tongue down, down, to Matt’s ass. He pushed him apart slowly with fingertips and then dipped his tongue down and pressed in.

Matt gasped a little, moaned, pushed towards it.

“Yeah?” Andrew asked darkly. He ran his tongue along the sensitive flesh and then pulled away.

“What the fuck?”

“You know what.”

Matt groaned. “Christ, please. Use your tongue on me. On my ass.”

Andrew pressed his face close, licked along Matt’s rim, each pass pressing his tongue in harder. He began to press Matt open with his fingers, and something in Matt must have unraveled because he finally started talking.

“God, yes. Fuck me open with your fingers. Please. Wanna feel them inside of me. I—” Matt stuttered.

Andrew had slipped a second finger inside of him, licking around his fingers, pressing his hot tongue between them.

“Yeah. Please… don’t… so… ungh fuck close. Please… want you deeper. Harder,” he gasped, hips bucking up.

Andrew pressed a third finger in hard, lapping at Matt’s entrance, hungry for more.

“So close, gonna… gonna come… please, can’t wait much longer, wanna feel you, please… just… fuck me.”

Quickly, he pulled his fingers and tongue out, lined his cock up, and pushed in. He was kneeling between Matt’s legs, hands gripping narrow, sweaty hips.

Now that he’d started, Matt couldn’t seem to stop talking. “Yeah, fuck, so good, harder, fuck me harder.” He lifted his legs to wrap around Andrew’s waist and kept talking. “So good, please, almost there… Gonna…”

Andrew slid one hand over and gripped Matt, stroking him deftly, one, two, three, quick movements. A flick of the wrist, a press of thumb into the sensitive spot at the crown, and Matt was coming in thick, hot, white spurts. Watching Matt come undone so thoroughly tipped Andrew over the edge, and he fucked into Matt hard and stilled, emptying himself.

As his orgasm subsided, he began to pull out, but Matt tightened the grip of his legs, a smile teasing on his face. “No… stay another minute. Please? Kiss me?”

Andrew folded forward and pressed his mouth to Matt’s.

Writing Challenge #2 – Fanfiction

Okay, so the second piece for the writing challenge is to write a fanfiction. I’m so mortified to have written this (it’s RPS – real person slash) that I’ve changed the names. I suppose that’s sort of cheating, but I hope you’ll like it either way.


It seemed to Luke that sex could always be boiled down to a series of moments of acute anticipation, from beginning to end, and that even the conclusion of sex brought about its own round of aching anticipation. He loved nothing more than that feeling of hot, eager wanting. The anticipation was his favorite part.

Luke knelt on the bed, naked, facing away from James, body tense. The room was dark, and he could only hear the sound of his breathing, and James’s breathing, and his own heart pounding. He hung his head, waiting.

The bed shifted as James climbed on, and Luke bit his lip, holding himself as still as possible.

“Shhh,” James whispered. And with that, strong hands were sliding across Luke’s back, up from the base of his spine to his shoulder blades, stroking outward along the tops of his shoulders, and then back down his sides. “Shh,” James said again, and stroked his right hand along the right side of Luke’s neck, fingertips light, trailing along the sensitive skin there, neck, ear, jawline, throat. Luke shivered and tilted his head away from James’s hand, welcoming the touch. His eyes fluttered open, and he turned his face slightly to his lover, searching to make eye contact. When he locked eyes with James and saw the dark lust there, Luke held his breath.

He exhaled slowly, shakily. They had danced this dance a thousand times, it seemed, but the eager, breathless anticipation was always his favorite; waiting to see what James would bring this time, what James would do to show Luke just how much he knew Luke’s needs, and how fucking amazing it would feel in the end. Yes, the anticipation was his favorite part.

James leaned down over Luke, and Luke felt the heavy heat of the taller man folding himself over Luke’s back. James’s left hand slid down Luke’s arm and James’s weight came to rest on it. With the other hand, James tilted Luke’s head away, exposing Luke’s left jaw. He closed his eyes again, body pliant. Soft lips caressed his tender neck, and he exhaled in a little huff.

“Turn,” James whispered in Luke’s ear, and Luke felt a surge, hot in his belly, straight down to his groin.

“Yes sir,” he murmured in response. Luke knew better than to respond in any other way. Lowering himself onto his forearms, Luke eased down onto the bed. He rolled onto his back, stretched his legs out, and pulled his arms up, clasping his hands together on the pillow above his head.

“Hmm,” James growled. “Good.” James pulled back and knelt over Luke, gazing over that which was his. “Good boy.”

With just those words, as if on cue, Luke arched his hips up just a bit, seeking physical reward.

“Ah, not so fast,” James whispered, and placed a hand on Luke’s hip, pressing the smaller man into the mattress so firmly that Luke could almost feel springs.

Without another moment’s hesitation, James leaned in, mouth hot and open, and pressed himself against Luke. James pressed his forehead against Luke’s shoulder and exhaled. Then he tilted his mouth down just a bit more, teeth grazing Luke’s shoulder.

Luke bit his lip again, exhaling through his nose. He knew what came next, and he was ready. Again, he knew better than to say more. Slowly, he felt the teeth drag along his shoulder, up his collarbone, and nip down. And then another, harder this time.

James’s teeth parted, and with a push, he shifted his body higher. Their groins grazed together, and Luke felt the hand on his hip press him down more firmly into the mattress, preventing any errant movements. James sank his teeth slowly into the smooth skin and taut muscle just below where Luke’s neck and shoulder joined. Luke groaned this time, rocking his head to the side, pushing into the pain. Only a second went by before James was licking and kissing Luke’s neck, tender and sensual. Then another bite, and a third, each one followed by a series of kisses to soothe the ache.

Luke slid his hands down from the pillow onto James’s back, sliding easily in the thin sheen of sweat. “Ohh,” he murmured, digging his fingernails into the taller man.

With that, James went in for the kill. He released Luke’s hip and slid that hand along Luke’s throat, tipping Luke’s head as far to the side as he could. He dragged his teeth along Luke’s shoulder again, and bit down, hard.

Despite his best efforts, Luke grunted and exhaled heavily, trying to keep his breathing even. “Yeah,” he whispered. “Oh, yes.”

In what seemed to Luke like a perfectly timed moment of torture, James slid his fingers down to Luke’s nipple, pinched hard, and released both Luke’s chest and his neck at the same time. As he did, Luke rocked his hips up, almost as if he had no control over his motions, and groaned again.

Luke’s cock was leaking, tip slick with precome, and he had to fight against himself to keep his hips in place. “Please,” he hissed. James kissed Luke, parting lips with his tongue. Even this was almost irresistible to Luke, he was so eager, so in need. Luke pulled back. “Please fuck me.” As much as he ached, Luke knew that James had to be wanting it just as much. More. James had confessed before that he enjoyed playing out these scenarios more than he had ever expected. While Luke had always known he loved pain during sex, James had come to it by way of loving Luke. And, as it turned out, James had loved every moment of it.

Hooking an arm behind Luke’s neck, James tumbled the two of them, until Luke was on top. “Get the lube,” he ordered.

Immediately, Luke scrambled to slide open the bedside drawer, pulled out a bottle of slick silicone lube, and positioned himself back above James.

“You do it,” James said. “You put it on.”

Luke rocked back on his shins, his cock bobbing gently in the darkness. He couldn’t help himself, and reached out to stroke James, marveling at the heat of it. James had not been his first guy, and they had been together for a long time, but even so, every time Luke caught himself amazed at his good fortune. He licked his lips, flicking his eyes up to meet James’s.

“Can I suck it?”

James’s eyes fluttered closed for a second, hips thrusting up. “Yes,” he said. “Yes.”

Luke didn’t waste any time, moving down, kneeling on the bed over his lover’s body. He licked his lips again, parted them, and pulled James’s cock into his mouth. Luke closed his eyes and licked the salty precome. His mouth started watering, literally watering, and he groaned eagerly. Gripping the base firmly with one hand, Luke coated James’s shaft with saliva, licking from base to tip as thoroughly as he could. He knew he was dragging it out, but he lived for James’s pleasure, and the longer it took, the longer James would reward him – he hoped.

“God damn it, Luke,” James murmured, fisting his hand in Luke’s hair. He didn’t pull or guide, not yet, but he gripped just hard enough that Luke couldn’t move without his scalp singing just a little. “Go.”

Luke took orders well, including this one. He opened his mouth and took James in fully. It had taken some practice, but he was able to take all of it, James’s cock sliding along the back of Luke’s throat. Luke tightened his throat as he sucked gently. Bobbing his head, Luke worked his tongue along James’s shaft. All of his movements were hampered by the hand gripping his hair, but Luke worked against it the best he could. When his jaw started to get tired, he loosened the suction and pulled off, sliding his mouth down to James’s balls, sucking gently on each while he stroked James.

After long moments of this, James tugged Luke’s hair hard. “No more,” he bit out.

Luke leaned back on his shins again and retrieved the bottle of lube. Pouring the lube into his hands, he breathed slowly, trying to steady his heartbeat.

“Now,” James growled. “Stop fucking around.”

He nodded, slid his hand down past his cock, and to the cleft of his ass. God, how he wanted to stroke himself, just once, to grip his own shaft, hand slick with lube, and ease some of the tension he felt. James would beat his ass for that, without a doubt, Luke knew, and while he wouldn’t mind the punishment so much, he couldn’t bear to disobey. He stroked his ass several times, working the lube in place, and the slid a finger in, fucking himself with it just a bit. He exhaled and hummed, grateful for the tingling it sent through his cock and out to the rest of his body.

“Yes. Another.” James had a fist wrapped around his cock, stroking slowly, his other hand tucked behind his head.

Luke’s cock leaned against his own arm, and just the touch made him ache for more. He slid a second finger inside himself and whimpered just a little. It felt good, but he needed more, and he needed it soon. Before long, he was sliding both fingers in and out, as deeply as he could get them.

“More.” James’s strokes were getting faster.

Sighing, Luke slid his hand out, poured more lube on it, and eased it back into place. The positioning wasn’t the best for fingering himself, but his arms were lean, his fingers were long, and he managed to slip a third in alongside the previous two. As he worked the fingers in and out, he started thrusting unconsciously, each thrust accompanied by a tiny groan.

For a long while, James watched. Luke saw James watching and slid his free hand to his chest, pinching and twisting his nipples eagerly. “Please, sir,” Luke said, giving up on his efforts of silence, “please. Please.” Each thrust was accompanied by a plea. “Fuck me. I can’t wait any longer. I need to come.”

“You can wait. You will wait.”

“Please,” he asked, more desperately.

“Keep going. Don’t you dare come.”

Luke wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold off, had just started worrying that he needed to stop or come or he’d risk losing control and disappoint, when James barked out the order. “Stop. On top of me now.”

Grateful, Luke hurried to his hands and knees, positioning himself directly in front of James’s long cock, slick with precome.


Luke whimpered as he backed up onto James, wanting more, as always.

“Good boy.” James’s hands found Luke’s hips, planted him firmly in place as his cock was fully buried into Luke’s ass. He held Luke still for what seemed like a very long time.

When James released Luke’s hips, there was an implicit permission in the release. Luke exhaled, and crashed his lips into James’s. He devoured James’s mouth, sucking his tongue, and once he released it, he bit James’s lip. He rocked back and forth on his knees, fucking himself. Every down stroke made him feel as if he should be seeing stars – his body was alight with pleasure.

Luke heard James’s groans, and they sped up. The anticipation, the foreplay, the wait had been so long that James was sure to come soon. Luke knew James was close when the larger man reached his arms up, slid his fingers along Luke’s back, and dug his nails in. Rather than gripping, James raked his fingernails along Luke’s back, dragging them slowly, setting every nerve on fire. Luke’s entire body felt lit up. He groaned loudly, grateful for the added intensity.

It was the sound of Luke’s gratitude that sent James over the edge, coming in hot pulses inside Luke.

Frantically, Luke continued to fuck himself on James, desperate to push himself over the edge. He babbled a string of pleas again, knowing that he wasn’t guaranteed to be allowed to come.

Tonight though, James must have been feeling generous. He snaked his hand between the two of them and made a fist around Luke’s cock, slippery with precome and lube, and used Luke’s momentum to stroke him to completion. As Luke came with a cry, he dropped his forehead to James’s shoulder. Panting, breathless, he murmured his thanks, before pulling off of James’s cock and collapsing into a grateful sleep.

Flash Fiction – Bitten

A quick flash piece for you all, a bit of a rough cut. Hope you enjoy!


Brad had missed Ian with a fervor most people reserved for religion. He’d missed his hands, his voice, his laugh, his touch. But most of all, Brad had missed that mouth, that impossibly clever mouth that Ian had, the one that could leave a man weak in the knees or send him coming, right over the edge of the precipice.

Shakespeare famously wrote that lips were for prayer. Ian’s certainly inspired the frequent use of the words “Oh, God” and “Jesus.” And now, finally, Ian was back from that God forsaken work trip that had taken him to Korea for a month, and Brad was fully ready to take advantage of that mouth.

They’d started innocently enough, dinner in the kitchen followed by a movie on the couch. But Brad couldn’t resist. Not ten minutes into the stupid slasher flick that Ian liked so much, Brad was thinking about that mouth again. He couldn’t help but wonder what they were waiting for, what the point of all this was. Finally, he decided he couldn’t take it any longer and climbed into Ian’s lap. Ian, for his part, pretended to be surprised, pretended not to know what the game was about. But all it took was a little nudging, a gentle palm dragged across his chest, teasing at his nipples, and they were kissing like it was the oxygen they needed to survive.

Ian pulled back after a minute, panting, and rubbed his hand over Brad’s fattening cock, several layers of fabric preventing Brad from feeling anything other than desperate, rather than relief. “What do you want, baby? Gotta tell me.”

Brad nodded, eager to please. “Want your mouth. On me. Everywhere.”

That seemed to be all Ian needed to hear before he was turning the tables, flipping them and pinning Brad to the couch. He gripped Brad’s wrists in his hands and pressed them to the couch above Brad’s head.


Brad nodded again, feeling his cock grow, aching against the denim jeans, leaking and getting his boxers damp. He vaguely hoped that Ian would let him take them off soon, though sometimed he’d make Brad wait, come in his jeans even, just because he could. Ian descended then, teeth flashing. They sank into the meat of Brad’s shoulder, and he felt the lance of heat shoot through him, hot and aching, from the bite mark to his groin. Ian didn’t relent, sucked a bruise into that spot before moving to another, and soon he had a trail of marks leading from shoulder to throat. He didn’t care.

“Come on, Ian, please. Want you.” He writhed, desperate to touch, to move his hands along his lover’s body, but he didn’t dare break the rules.

Ian hummed. “Really? Coulda fooled me.”

And there it was. Ian licked the hollow of Brad’s throat as Brad begged. “God, yes, just want–please–come on, just…” He squirmed, thrust up his pelvis. Ian worked his way down Brad’s body, chest, nipples, stomach, finally mouthing wetly at the denim along the hard ridge of Brad’s cock until he worked the zipper down and shoved the cotton and fabric down, past Brad’s knees. Brad could have wept with the relief as his cock sprang free.

Quickly, Ian’s mouth closed over Brad’s length, tounging at the slit. Ian worked hard and fast, and Brad felt him roll the balls in his free hand, tugging just a little. Quickly, obscenely, Ian’s cheeks hollowed out as he sucked, torquing his head as he came up. It was all too much after such a long hiatus, and soon Brad was coming, hot, thick strands of it shooting down Ian’s throat. Ian lapped it up, not wasting any, before easing back up for a kiss.

God, did Brad love that mouth.

Happy Release Day!!

It’s here, it’s here! My book is officially out!

 Falling Apart Front Cover 1 29 2015

From the site:

A cowboy meets an up-and-coming rock star and faces his fears of falling in love.

Playboy and up-and-coming rockstar Ryder Sullivan has it all–a band he loves, a career on the rise, and groupies in his bed whenever he wants. Cowboy Billy Cunningham enjoys his quiet life, but something’s missing. Soon he discovers that what’s missing is Ryder. Ryder feels the same way, and is ready to cast off his playboy ways and jump into the deep end with Billy. Can Billy face down his fears, put aside the complications of an eager would-be girlfriend and his pushy mother, and accept that he’s finally falling in love–with a man?

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I’d love to hear what you think!

Four by Flash #6 – Promise Kept

Another one for the flash challenge. This one was an attempt for my bingo square “dirty talk,” and while I don’t think it accomplished much in the way of dirty talk, it is still a lovely m/m/m scene, worth sharing. Daniel is a character I plan to see more of. I have quite a few pieces with him and Mike. I’m also working on a full length piece with Danny, separate from Jake and Mike. I hope you like him as much as I do.

Content warnings for explicit sex, dirty talk, language, and three men.


Mike stood behind Daniel, who was folded beautifully over the end of the bed with his ass in the air, both men completely naked. Mike trailed fingertips steady and sure along Daniel’s spine. Settled into the pillows at the top of the bed was Jacob, also naked, touching himself tentatively, watching in awe.

“Mike,” Daniel gasped, reaching a long arm back. “Come on. Please.” His leaking cock was pressed against the sheets, a desperate tremble in his thighs.

He slid one hand down to the cleft of Daniel’s ass, traced the line there. Impatient, Daniel arched back, pushing into Mike’s hand, trying to urge him into action. A sharp crack broke the air as the flat of Mike’s palm connected with Daniel’s ass, making a handprint blossom beautifully. Daniel groaned and rocked forward.

“You get what I give, not what you want, do you understand me?”

Daniel nodded, face buried in his arms.

“Good boy.” He coated his own thick cock with lube and pressed the head to Daniel’s entrance. Normally, he’d take time to open Daniel up himself, but tonight his instructions had been clear: Be ready when I get home.

Without further warning, he pushed all the way in, pressing pelvis tight against ass, wringing a low moan from Daniel. Jake murmured and tightened his grip.

As he began to thrust, Mike began to deliver on the promise he’d made. “You like it like this, don’t you, Danny? Being split open on my cock, completely helpless.” He sped up, digging fingertips into pale skin. “Such a pretty thing, so good, all ready and wet between the legs, just like I told you. Now here you are, getting fucked by your big brother while your best friend watches. Tell Jake how much you like being fucked like a little slut, how hard you are, how wet your cock is. And hearing about it, it sends you to the edge. You’re already so close, aren’t you Daniel? Answer me.”

“Yes, God yes.” His voice broke as he nodded and reached between his legs.

“Don’t touch yourself. That’s for me and Jake. You don’t get to touch it.” He gestured and Jake scooted closer. “Lift your head. You’re going to suck Jake off while I fuck you, and don’t you dare come.”

Daniel opened his mouth eagerly, and to Mike it looked as though Daniel was a starving man and Jake’s cock was his first meal in weeks.

“Look at you, filled at both ends, and can’t get enough. Poor little Daniel, stuffed with cock and just begging for it. Love to be fucked, love to be used like this, don’t you, Daniel?”

Jake came first, silently, undone by the litany of obscenities streaming from Mike’s mouth.

“Good job, now, don’t spill any of it, swallow every drop, the way you know he likes it, just like the hungry fucking slut you are. Show us how you can’t get enough.”

Mike was close behind and he let himself stop talking for his own orgasm, reward for a promise kept. Once he finished pulsing, he eased out, tumbled onto the bed, into the jumble of arms and legs that was Daniel and Jake. Mike lifted his face to Daniel, licked the curve of his neck, and pressed lips close to his ear.

“You did good.”

Daniel whimpered and nodded.

“Now for your reward. You want to come, or you want us to play with you for a while?”

Daniel lifted his head, eyes shining. Mike could read the answer there. It was going to be a good night.

Four by Flash #5 – Not Him

Happy New Year! Here’s a piece I wrote during the flash fiction challenge, and specifically as a Kink Bingo fill for the word “silence.” Hope you enjoy!


Michael smiles at the man as his lips wrap languidly around a beer bottle. The stranger is tall and tan, long hair falling into blue-green eyes. The similarities end there, proportions off, not tall enough, muscle and bone sloping in ways that are unfamiliar and wrong. He likes it. Michael takes his time on the bottle, playing it up, and when he returns it to the bar empty, he winks, drops a bill on the counter, and slides off his stool. He walks away confident that by the time he hits the back door, he’ll be followed. He isn’t wrong.

The guy clears his throat as they step into the alley, and Michael turns, smiles, nods.

“I, uh,” the stranger starts.

Michael is on him, shoving roughly against the cool brick, pinning him there with hips, hands, and mouth. The stranger groans, pushes back with his groin. That’s all the encouragement he needs before he shoves his hands down to the guy’s pants, unbuckling, unbuttoning, unzipping. He draws back, catching his breath, and the stranger decides to talk.

“I’m Jared,” he laughs shakily.

Michael grunts a response and latches his mouth on Jared’s neck, sucking and biting a bruise.

“How about you?” Jared’s squirming, a low moan rumbling in his chest.

Michael’s wrapped his hands around the guy’s cock now, and it’s leaking, precome oozing out heavily. He slip-slides his thumb through it, strokes the guy steadily. “Don’t wanna talk. Wanna fuck you.” The cock in his hand surges in agreement, and Jared thrusts into Michael’s hand.

Jared nods, exhales hard, and his hands go for Michael’s belt and fly, pushing jeans down to his knees.

When they’re both exposed, Michael takes the time to kiss the guy again, grinding his bare cock against Jared’s. Maybe some other night, under some other circumstances, he’d take this guy home, take his time, do things right. Not tonight. Things are different these days. He tears open the package he’s palmed, slides the slick condom on, and pushes away.

The guy turns, pressing hands to rough brick. Michael lines himself up and just before he thrusts in, he hisses, “Not a fucking sound.” Jared whimpers quietly and nods.

With that, Michael’s inside him, biting his lip against a groan, and he sets a punishing pace, unsure of just who the punishment is really for. His thrusts are hard, pelvis pressing flat against ass each time, and he lets himself focus on the way the stranger’s hair falls into his face, the way sweat trickles down the strong, tan back despite the chill, the tiny, whimpering noises Jared is trying to suppress.

Michael leans forward, wraps a hand around Jared’s cock as he feels the heat pool tight in his groin, strokes expertly with the abundant slick there. Jared groans quietly and comes on Michael’s hand, hot and thick, and Michael follows right after.

As he comes, the only thought that pounds through his head is Not Jake, not Jake, not Jake.

Four by Flash #3

Merry Christmas to anyone who celebrates! I present to you an explicit masturbation scene, het implied.


She was at it again. He hated nights like this. He loved nights like this. Thanks to an inconvenient floor plan their bedrooms shared a wall. It was hard enough to be her neighbor, to bump into the beautiful Anna on a daily basis, his cock twitching at even the sight of her like he was some goddamn teenage boy again, but this… this was torture.

In the hall, in the elevator, they’d share pleasantries, and she’d laugh when he flirted with her.

“Can you imagine the scandal?” she’d giggle and wink, leaning hard on his arm.

He couldn’t help it, the surge of lust he felt when she did that, hot inside him, and it took everything he had not to grab her tight and make her his.

There was no nice way to put it. Anna was a slut. At least, that’s what she called herself. She brought a different boy or girl or both home at least three times a week and fucked them for hours before sending them on their way. Since his bedroom was right against hers, he could hear her every movement.

He slithered a hand under the blanket, brushed fingertips along his aching cock. He was already hard, leaking precome onto his belly, dampening the sheet. Trailing his fingers up his length, he rubbed his thumb across the slit, sliding across his head. His eyes fluttered closed at the sensation and his hips rocked up into his hand. He swallowed a groan as someone cried out next door.

Fuck it. He gave himself over to abandon. With his free hand, he rifled through his drawer until he pulled out lube. He was in the mood for the slick of it tonight, and he coated himself in two strokes. Bottle tossed away, he began stroking, listening perversely, wishing it was him in the next room. He ran his fist, gripped tight, up and down his cock, thrusting hips upward. A flick of the wrist at the top of each stroke, thumb pressing inward, pushing him closer. Behind his eyelids, he imagined Anna, red hair flying, beautiful lips, the melody he would make her to sing as he had his way with her.

Without conscious effort, his climax neared as the fucking next door seemed to come to a crescendo. He could feel the tension draw up in his balls, the clenching deep in his belly, his cock head swell at the impending orgasm. Through the walls, Anna – he could tell it was Anna this time – cried out, and that sent him over the edge.

He came in thick spurts, letting go of his restraint and allowing his gasps and groans to come as loud as they needed to. His hand continued to stroke, to milk out the last bits of his orgasm, until he was too sensitive to continue. He lay there for a long moment, listening to the noises next door reach inevitable conclusion, before crawling out of bed to clean himself up.

Four by Flash #2

I’ve decided to keep sharing my flash fiction stories. Below is a het story, explicit oral sex scene. Proceed at your own discretion.


Vince leaned against the wall of the club, watching. She was pressing her body against some idiot, a guy who was a fool if he thought he’d end up taking her home. Vince knew this was her way of playing cute, of making him think he’d have to work for her. She wanted to feel like he’d come crawling for her. But he knew her better than she knew herself, knew that all he had to do was insist and she’d be his.

Tired of the game, he downed the last of his drink, whiskey that burned but not hot enough. His eyes flashed and he leveled a look at her, hooked a finger in the air, insisting now. Without hesitation, Becca came to him.

Without warning, Vince walked away, towards the single stall bathroom with a locking door. He slipped inside and waited, Becca following within seconds. In a rush, she moved to him, slid her hands up his neck and into his hair, tugged him down for a kiss. He gave in, but only just, and then pushed her away.

“On your knees,” he muttered, voice like gravel.

Becca moaned and dropped instantly, hands fumbling eagerly at Vince’s belt, tugging his tight jeans down until just enough of his flesh was exposed. She knew better than to try to undress him completely. He saw her spread her legs farther open on the filthy bathroom floor, and he felt himself surge in response to the gritty defilement of something so beautiful.

He was leaking already, his head glistening, cock rock hard as she tugged him free of his clothes. Even with the whiskey in his veins, he wouldn’t last long tonight. It had been too long, she was too much. Becca opened her mouth and swallowed him down. He hissed, dropping his head against the wall, and his hips stuttered forward. He dropped a hand to fist in her hair.

Becca was very good at this, and they’d played this game maybe a hundred times before, and before long, the precome was leaking out of him so heavily that it slithered out of the corners of her mouth, mixed with her saliva. She took him as deeply as she could, his head pressing against the firm, soft, unforgiving back of her throat, and then he felt her swallowing, muscles contracting around him.

It wouldn’t be long now, he knew, and he struggled to straighten himself a little, to look down and watch. Her lips, pink and wet and a little swollen, were stretched around his length, and he could see little flashes of tongue as she worked to draw it out of him, vibrations along his shaft while she moaned in submissive pleasure. Within seconds, he was coming, in hot, thick ropes surging down her throat, and she gulped greedily, unwilling to waste a drop.

When she’d swallowed it all, she stood and rubbed her crotch against his thigh, wanton. He only laughed and rewarded her with a kiss.