Next is my good friend and awesome author Patricia Logan with a post. Let's listen to what she has to say!
Thank you for letting me blog today Michael and HAPPY
BIRTHDAY Taboo Indeed!!!
Today, since we are talking about Men as inspiration, I thought
I’d touch on that exact subject…
Hot guys on a daily basis… my terrible cross to bear!
My goodness, there are a bunch of beautiful men out there!
In my business, I am confronted, happily, I may add, with pictures of the most
beautiful men that exist. But, looking at the latest Bond film, released this
week, and Daniel Craig, who is worth a standing ovation in the world of beauty…
What is it exactly? Beauty… a fleeting moment… a few years of being hot?
I’m certain that these models take what they can from the
life in front of the camera… money, fame, fortune… they must gain a world of
fans… but must it also be draining? I have a very good friend, a family member
really, who became a superstar singer in the 80’s when she was only sixteen. It
was a time when pop culture was located in the malls of America… she sang to
thousands in mini concerts all across the land.
She started off on Star Search, winning the contest when she
was merely a child. Those pipes! What reasonable person could listen to that
kid sing and wonder if she wouldn’t be the next superstar? Well, they made her
one! To this day, she wonders what would have happened had she not been
literally launched into fame at the tender age of ten. She’d begun simply
enough, singing at county fairs, weddings, wherever her parents (red-necked
stage-parents) could showcase their baby’s talent. This is not to say that she
didn’t love the applause, the allocates, that came with being a brilliant young
singer, but she was definitely not prepared for what came next.
When I say that this young woman became a superstar, I mean
SUPERSTAR, along the lines of Madonna or Michael Jackson, in her time. When her
manager stole from her, her recording company wrote her off after three
platinum albums because she began to grow up and her voice began to change, her
world turned on its head. She publicly “divorced” her parents, coining the phrase
“emancipated minor”, causing the “Enquirer” to turn their sights on her and
pretty soon, her young career was history. The millions that she had earned,
dried up and she was relegated to the back of the shelf, before CD’s were even
invented. Her adult career has included VH1 appearances of “Remember T*****Y?”
and the bio channel.
I worry for these gorgeous men, the ones we look at every
day and wonder about. Who are their boyfriends? Are they being loved, taken
care of, as my friend was not? Do they realize that they have much more value
than the next headshot?
My daughter has had some touches with the “star” community
in the last few years. Her father and I were told to get her into modeling from
a very young age. She’s one of those rare kids that have personality, talent
and gorgeous looks. About two and a half years ago, I took her to tryouts for a
modeling shoot at a relative’s urging. She made the cut and began acting
classes in which she excelled. She also LOVED it. That was important to me. If she
liked what she was doing, well, then it was okay to introduce her to this
world… wasn’t it?
About a year ago, I took her for new headshots. Her
photographer, here in Los Angeles, is world famous, having photographed
everyone from rock stars to the President. Her shots were amazing and he swore
that the camera loved her and that if she wanted to truly pursue acting and
modeling, she’d go far. I had to sit her down and ask, is this really what you
want? In truth, she was flattered, a little excited by all of the attention but
she said, “Mom, I want to be a kid for awhile.”
I wonder how many of these pretty boys that we gaze at every
day, had someone in their lives who asked them what they really wanted to do. I
read stories all the time about boys drawn into the life of “modeling” and yet
end up at the raw end of the deal as my friend did… with managers who steal
them blind and ruthless profiteers who would just as soon see them as rent boys
if they weren’t bringing in the bucks any other way.
Look closely at these beauties the next time you ogle a
photo and ask yourself… Are you happy baby? I pray they are.
****Today Patty is giving away a copy of Silver Bullets or Leather Nights, reader's choice to one lucky commenter. Leave your email!
Silver Bullets
Sexy, selfish Michael Francis has hit rock bottom.
His boyfriend has dumped him, stolen all his money and his career as a super
model has come to a screeching halt. Tyler Winston, macho Texas lawman, has
lost the only love he’s ever had and the shocking memories of his long buried
past have come back to haunt him. Set on a collision course, can these two
broken men find common ground and begin to heal each other or will a ruthless
killer part them forever?
And here is the hot excerpt. Her character's name is Michael. o.O
“I am fifteen years
older than you Michael.”
“And sexy as hell.”
Michael reached up and ran his fingers through Tyler’s salt and pepper hair.
“Look at those fucking muscles. God, you are one hot cop, babe.” Michael
groaned as he touched Tyler’s hairy chest.
“It’s sexy, you all
dressed up in your uniform. I love it when I see you with your badge pinned to
your belt, knowing that you carry a gun and that you are so fucking powerful
and strong under that suit.” Michael ran his hands through Tyler’s chest hair
as Tyler crawled over him and straddled his hips, letting their cocks touch.
Tyler grinned down at him, knowing from the twinkle in Michael’s eyes that many
men had cop fantasies. Tyler wondered if he was a fantasy for his young lover.
He reached down and circled both of Michael’s wrists in his large hands,
drawing them over his head as he leaned down to take charge of Michael’s mouth.
He kissed him long and deep, learning his mouth well, until Michael humped him
and groaned.
“You got cop fantasies
Michael?” Tyler growled. Michael nodded his head vigorously and bit his lower
lip.
“Fuck yeah,” he panted.
“Want me to handcuff
you and force you to suck my dick, scumbag? Lick my hot hole and fuck you hard
against the bars? Huh scum, that what you want?” Michael was clearly into
Tyler’s dirty cop talk and the whole role playing fantasy. He was whimpering
and grinding his leaking rock hard erection against Tyler’s.
“Stop manhandling me
cop! I’ll have your badge!” Michael screamed. Tyler’s dick throbbed. A second later,
he was flipping Michael over on the bed, putting a knee in his back as he
leaned over to pull his handcuffs out of his jacket pocket. Michael writhed
below him as Tyler cuffed his hands behind his back. Michael laid face first on
the sheet, grinding his dick against the bed.
“Shut up, scumbag!”
Tyler flipped him back over and took Michael by the hair, making him look him
in the face to make sure this was okay with him. The lust that lit his eyes was
clear. Tyler found himself pushing Michael to his knees. “Put that pretty mouth
to good use and suck my big cock.” Tyler stood on the bed and widened his legs,
forcing his cock roughly into
Michael’s mouth. Michael gagged as it hit the back of his throat.
“That’s right, suck me!
I love face-fucking punks like you!” Michael groaned again and swallowed as
deeply as he could, giving Tyler the friction he needed on the roller-coaster
ride to orgasm. Fucking Evie had always been a gentle affair. Tyler would have
never been able to play out this fantasy with her. He probably would have
frightened her to death. Precome was dripping onto the sheets from Michael’s
cock which was standing high and thick against his belly. He was obviously not
frightened, even after his brush with violence tonight. Tyler was so turned on,
watching Michael’s mouth sucking him in deeply, that he was already edging his
orgasm. He fisted Michael’s hair harder and slammed in and out of Michael’s
mouth.
“You like it don’t you
man-whore? You like being forced by a big tough man like me.” Michael whimpered
sexily, his eyes tightly shut. Tyler could barely hold on. “You’re gonna get a
mouth full of my spunk scumbag! If you don’t swallow every drop, I’m gonna
grudge-fuck that tight little ass that you’ve been wiggling around me! Yeah?
You like that, punk?” Tyler’s orgasm began in the small of his back, tingling
through his whole body as Michael rolled his tongue up and down his length,
using just a tiny bite of his teeth to draw out his climax.
“Fuck yeah!” Tyler
screamed and went wild, jamming his cock in one last time and holding Michael’s
head tight against him as he shot his come deeply in to his young lover’s
mouth. Michael groaned and screamed around Tyler’s cock as he attempted to
swallow every drop of Tyler’s enormous load. Tyler felt wetness hit his feet,
and he looked all the way down to the sheet to see Michael’s cock going off
like a rocket, spraying rope after rope of sticky hot come all over the place.
It was the hottest thing that Tyler had ever seen. With his hands cuffed behind
his back, Michael hadn’t even touched his own cock.
“Fuck Michael! Fuck!”
Tyler sighed in awe. “You are the hottest mother-fucker on the planet.” Michael
looked up at Tyler, continuing to suck and swallow his spunk. Tyler let go of
Michael’s hair and slowly pulled out of his mouth. Michael smiled up at him as
Tyler dropped to the bed, reaching for his jacket to get the handcuff keys. He
moved behind Michael and removed the cuffs, coming back around and connecting
with Michael’s mouth as he kissed him deeply, massaging his lover’s wrists
where the cuffs had reddened the skin.
11 comments:
Wow, that is one hot except to start off my Monday. Thanks for starting my day right.
debby236at gmail dot com
Great post, Patti. You are so right about the spotlight on kids. My youngest was selected in school to audition for a movie. I took him with my heart in my mouth because although I wouldn't deny him a career, I really didn't want it to be acting. He kept getting called for auditions but was a shy child and every time I held my breath, he didn't get the part. Finally he was chosen for a part in a film by a film student. It was only a few seconds in the opening, but it satisfied his desire to succeed after so many auditions. After that shoot, he told me he didn't want to do any more auditions. I breathed a sigh of relief. He graduates in June and will most likely pursue a career in science, which makes us both happy.
That's it Jean. Whatever makes them happy... but when they're little (when are they not to us?) they are just so dern'd vulnerable. Some of these models that we ogle every day look like they're 16, though their modeling agency's swear that they are 18, and shove them in front of the camera with little more than a thong.
Very hot excerpt. I'm so glad that your daughter has a good head on her shoulder and good parents to talk to her, instead of chasing the fame and fortune at whatever price. Look at Lindsey Lohan and so many young celebrities. So very sad.
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My sister, a nurse, got a job in L.A. Her new gig offered her housing until she found her own place. The apartment complex in Burbank (yech!) mainly housed transient stage parents who had brought their kids to LA to seek stardom. They were some of the creepiest people I've ever met. My sister's son, a gorgeous and engaging little boy, was assumed to be another wanna-be, holding out for that big break, or at least a juice box commercial. Concentrated ickiness! I need to read a hot book to cleanse my mind! Thanks for the excerpt, I'd like to read it all!
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Loved, loved, LOVED Leather Nights, and am so looking forward to Silver Bullets!
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They both sound like great books. Please count me in. Thanks!
Sound like a great couple of books. Please count me in. Thanks!
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I'd love to read Silver Bullets! Thank you for the excerpt Please, please count me in~
Judi
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Wow thanks you guys :)
Very thought-provoking post. The star machine can be pretty ruthless...
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