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Wednesday, April 13, 2011
The Vertigo WIP...The Novel


When I awoke, I felt a pounding in my head as well as a stinging on my brow. Instead of being on the floor where I was the night prior, I felt the cottony material of my mattress beneath me. I had gathered that David had probably brought me here after we concluded our moment of passion. “Oooh,” I winced, barely able to open my eyes from the discomfort.
What happened?
As I tried to rise, lifting my lids, slowly, I heard the sound of the door opening. When it was fully ajar, I saw David, well dressed, in my trousers, though the shirt looked as if it belonged to Berrows. I had not owned anything of darker variety, for this was black, of longer sleeves.
“Good morning, my dear Doctor Curry. Libertina has made you some breakfast,” he said setting the tray on my legs.
Wryly, I smiled, glancing at this creature that I had discovered in the street that what now serving me a meal. More so than inquiring more about what had happened last evening, I wanted to know exactly what he had told my two helpers. “David, when you went searching for clothing and food, did you share with my two faithful servants who you are?”
David took my hand, grinning, “I did indeed my lord, I told Berrows that I was the being he carried in from the square. Once we had concluded that I was indeed a man, he lent me these garments. You recall that Berrows did not look underneath the cloth, he just lifted it and began carrying it.”
While listening to him complete his statement, I attempted to search my brain for the vision of Berrows picking up the body. David could have been right but due to my ailing head, I could not be sure.
I closed my eyes, rubbing my temples with my index and thumb. “Alright, what of Libertina?”
Still massaging my forehead, I felt David take my freehand into his, rubbing a space on the back of my hand. “Well doctor, I just told the young lady that I was a friend of yours, that you had offered me a place to stay, which is partially true is it not?”
Beginning to feel some comfort from his caressing, I just nodded. “Fair enough. I’m not sure…I…oohhh…” Just when I was about to reply that I needed to lie down, I no longer seemed to have a headache.
Fully, I opened my eyes, looking into the beautiful blue orbs of this young creature, who seemed to have the power to heal as well as the ability to morph into a half-man, half-animal. Still gazing at me, he lifted my moist palm to his lips, kissing it lightly. “Ahhh, doctor, you feel better, yes?”
With a look of confusion, I just tilted my head forward once.
What is this being?
David raised an eyebrow, “That is what you are going to help me find out, Doctor Curry. What I am, who I am, and how did I become this creature. Now, you need your strength; I will need to take some fluids from you later on and in order to do so, you should be alert. Please, enjoy the meal that your lovely servant has given you. I shall return in a bit…”
At the close of his statement, he devoured my lips before getting up from the bed, walking out, shutting the door behind him. Stunned, I could not even touch my food. I could not understand how he was able to heal my pain, read my thoughts, change from part wolf to full human; what on earth, had I been summoned to pick up from Trafalgar?
Nervous, I managed to grab on to one of Libertina’s pieces of baked bread with the butter, which I simply could not resist. While chewing some, I tried pondering what kind of thing that David was.
Seemingly, there was no scientific explanation for what he was and how he became that …or was there?
Hope you enjoyed. I hope for the story to be done in a couple of weeks to pass on to my editor.
Don't forget to join me on Friday for my regular read, Mi Familia.
Until then...
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Found him!

Friday, October 8, 2010
Excerpt A Different Kind of Family Portrait

David Taylor, my MIA fave porn star, is one of the models in this story, playing himself. Here is the excerpt...
“Hmph, damn baby. I wish you would have told me this was gonna hurt,” Gregory said to me as he looked at the ink he had just gotten.
“Gregory, he did tell you that, but you were a little too busy eyeing me this morning,” said David after kissing him.
The art depicts the three of us partially unclothed putting our right hands on top of one another. We had decided to do this to show our love and promised commitment. David and I went first since we had work done, quite a lot actually. On the other hand, this was Gregory’s first tattoo and he was barely making it through.
As our personal artist, continued to place the silver tool to his skin, he winced while grabbing my hand. For such a big man, he is such a baby!
“Gregory, it will be over soon, love.” David rubbed his bicep that was not being assaulted right then.
“Jason, to make him feel better we should fuck him extra special tonight right? I mean we did trick him into this by saying we’d be going to a strip club.” David massaged Gregory’s bulge in his pants.
Approvingly, I smiled at one of my husbands while looking at the other in obvious discomfort.
How lucky I am to be in love with not one, but two very gorgeous men. All of us are quite the lookers, drawing attention from everyone everywhere we go. However, it was not important to any of us. We had always known since high school that we’re meant to be together, although not in this fashion.
“Ow…God…when is this going to end?” Gregory whined clenching his fists.
Gregory is this trios’ muscleman. Even though we’re all built, he is a former Mr. America. While at a male beauty pageant showering, he figured out that he liked men much more than women.
Joe laughed at our girly man squealing because of the annoying pain.
“Greg, hon, it’s not that bad. Jason and I go through this all the time, just relax…” David kissed Gregory on the head.
David is our heartthrob. Our former porn star made his discovery after making out with a male co-star at the nude video awards after a party. In his words, Adrian’s lips were begging to be kissed; so he did. Moreover, Adrian made up his mind that night he would show David the finer things about being a homosexual through physical orientation.
David reached out for my hand, licking the back of it. “So are we gonna give our cry baby somethin’ to remember this night, the culmination of our union?”
Amused, I smiled at David taking his hand, sucking his fingers. “Yes lover, we will.” That minute I enveloped his lips with mine.

