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Saturday Sips - I Like Em Pretty Almost Complete - R Excerpt

Good morning! 

Merry Xmas to everyone. 

Just wanted to update all of you on the status of I like Em Pretty!

Almost finished!

Whew!

Me and Shar had to do more research and got a couple of kinks worked in the story so we can proceed with the last few thousand words.

The story is over 60k now and looks to be about 65-66

Far cry from the 45k we anticipated!

Shar was bust working and Xmas shopping so there was no Saturday Sip this past week.

Since its Xmas, I'll share a little more with you today

Blurb: New Orleans is supposed to be the big easy. One night changes everything for Frankie Choteau.

New Orleans. A city rich in tradition, diversity, and on the comeback trail from hurricane Katrina. Francois “Frankie” Choteau, a resident of this town, a cop with a hot temper and low tolerance for bs. Kajika Fortier, a transplant from Oklahoma came here looking for a dream and unfortunately it’s turned into a nightmare. On a hot summer night, they meet and cross paths during a very difficult situation. Despite this, the attraction between them is evident and loneliness for both men is a fate worse than death. They’d both like a chance at happiness but the cost might be too high of a price to pay.

Here's a little of the very long love scene in the book!

Unedited Rated R

Frankie set the bags down in the corner by the window and waltzed back over slowly to embrace Kajika. Wanting him, he wrapped his arms around his waist and buried his nose into his neck, smelling the CK One he’d come to love. He smelled so good as always, good enough to taste and lick. “Kajika, I want you now,” he growled and nuzzled further down until he reached his collarbone. He added a series of generous licks along with soft bites on his skin, leaving small red marks on his honey tanned flesh.

“Ooh Frankie. I been waitin’ for this…for…oohhh shiit…baby!” Kajika grabbed the back of his neck and caressed it, rubbing the tension from his muscles.”

Hands roaming all over Kajika’s lithe frame, he pressed him against the wall and crushed his body with his own. In a swift move, he switched from the soft pecks on his flesh to subtle tongue tangling. Passionately, they explored each others mouths while both attempted to begin remove clothing piece by piece. Kajika went first, pushing him away so he could yank his own shirt over his head. Once he revealed the top of that gorgeous body, Frankie wished to go further down and enjoy the taste of his new man but damn did he want to be inside him. That would have to be enjoyed a little later.

While their mouths were still connected, Kajika unbuttoned his jeans, one by one, seductively as if he was putting on a show. When they fell to the floor in a pool around his ankles, Frankie noticed he wasn’t going commando as he usually was. Surprised to see boxer briefs, he stared at him starry eyed while Kajika toed the pants off and removed his loafers. “Wearin’ underwear these days?”

Kajika grinned and wrapped his muscular arms around Frankie’s neck. “I needed to wear more so it’ll give ya’ more to take off. Plus ‘member what I said about playin’ at ya’ pace?”

“God babe you are too much!” Frankie’s whisper throaty and his groin filled a little more with each touch of this man’s body. Especially now with his hands groping Kajika’s backside, searching for the small puckered hole he’d dreamt of licking and sucking for the longest of time. When he found it, he couldn’t resist, moistening the tip of his finger and probing the tight space to prepare for his entry.

“Mmhmm, Frankie, want cha’ there. God do I want cha’ there!”

“And I wanna be there…now…” Frankie brushed his lips against Kajika’s until his lover captured them between his own and bit the bottom lip. Kajika’s teeth on him sent a rush of heat to his midsection and his nipples pebbled underneath his t-shirt. Wanting to pick up the pace, he gripped Kajika’s arms and brought them down between them, guiding him forward until they reached the edge of the bed. Impatient, he gave Kajika a gentle shove and he bounced off the mattress, driving the pots of the bed into the wall.

Hope our next door neighrbor ain’t home!

In reality, Frankie could’ve cared less. Surely whoever was in there would be getting quite an earful now and for the duration of time they stayed here. He toed his shoes off and hovered over Kajika, rubbing his crotch against his, making himself harder by the second. His breath caught in his chest and heart pounding, he leaned into him, pressing his lips on top of Kajika’s.

Kajika pulled his shirt up and ran his hands over the small of his back, digging his nails into his skin while pushing upwards to meet his hard thrusts. He wrapped his bare legs around Frankie’s waist, binding Frankie to him. “Ooh God Frankie, don’t make me wait any longer damnit. I want you inside me!”

Frankie only nodded, knowing he wanted that too but he had other plans. This was however their first time making love and he wanted to make it really special. Leave an indeliable mark on Kajika so he wouldn’t leave him for anyone else. Not wanting to stop, he reluctantly pulled away and tossed the shirt from over his head. While Kajika circled his right nipple with his tongue, Frankie struggled with his pants, attempting to take them off without having to move from this spot. When Kajika noticed, he ceased his affections a minute and Frankie achieved his task. He kicked them off the bed and pushed his tongue in between Kajika’s lips once more and rammed the head of his covered cock into Kajika’s buttocks.

“Damnit Frankie,” he growled and massaged his shoulders and back some more. “Stop bein’ such a tease!”

Frankie only grinned happy he was making his lover suffer a little. No question he was just as hot but this would be payback for the episode after his dance routine weeks ago. He fingered Kajika’s long black locks, raking the strands while he tried lossening the holder.

That hair!

Frankie wanted to see it loose and flowing while they made love. It was more than just a turn on, it was a necessity.

Kajika helped him and tossed it aside while they continued to devour one anothers mouths. Frankie stopped again again and peeked at his lover’s swollen lips, admiring the shape and color of them after such a passionate embrace.

Kajika’s wild brown gaze met his and Frankie dipped his head low when Kajika tried to kiss him again. Sike! Frankie loved this little game of cat and mouse. Not so much for his lover, who groaned when he didn’t get what he ultimately wanted. Going lower, he traced Kajika’s flesh with the tip of his tongue, tasting every bit of his skin. Salty, slightly tangy, the bodywash stung a little but Frankie could care less. It didn’t deter his arousal not one bit.

Kajika reached for the table and aimed to grab the supplies waiting to be used.

When Frankie noticed, he promptely grabbed Kajika’s wrists and pinned them to the pillow he was lying on.

“Ugh, Frankie, c’mon… damn you…” The frustration in his voice, he toyed with Frankie’s cock with his toes through the confines of his underwear.

“In a bit, babe,” he responded after biting Kajika’s nipple hard enough to make him yelp.

“Fuck, Frankie!” Kajika struggled with his grip and bucked off the mattress like a wild horse.

“Easy, baby…” Frankie knew he’d have to be inside him soon. His cock strained against the cotton material of his own boxer briefs, causing him much discomfort. Still, he wanted it this way, this long drawn own moment of foreplay to enjoy with Kajika. They’d waited over five weeks and might as well make the most of it. Ignoring Kajika’s complaints, he continued his descent on the man’s body, licking and sucking on every ripple of his abs, biting skin as he went along. He pinched Kajika’s nipples and turned them like radio dials, clockwise then in reverse until the tops of his own fingers hurt.

“Jeezus, I swear too God!” Kajika gnashed his teeth and slid up and down on the mattress covers. Finally, Kajika managed to break free of the hold and gripped onto the other pillow next to him.

“Mhmm, want me, don’cha?” Frankie glanced up at his lover, in complete ectasy and under his spell. When he arrived at his midsection, he sucked Kajika’s cock through the cloth. He released the clench on his nipples and slid the underwear downward to look at Kajika’s dick up close for the very first time. When revealed, Frankie’s breath hitched and he marveled at the beautifully clean cut cock, bare all the way to his balls. He nuzzled the side with his nose and inhaled Kajika’s personal musk. Same scent as what he smelled in his upper body, Frankie continued his afections while he probed Kajika’s tightness with his finger once again.

“Frankie!”

Still desiring more, Frankie held him down with one hand while the other busied itself inide of Kajika, enjoying the snug space and prepping it for his entry. He wanted to taste that too and exchanged the fingers in Kajika’s anus for his mouth and tongue. Pinning him with both hands, he lifted him up to get a better angle.

Kajika oblidged him and grabbed the pillow to sit on. He plopped his butt on top of them. “God, you’re makin’ me crazy!”

Frankie knew and he could tell by the size of Kajika’s erection, standing proudly between his legs. Regardless, he licked around the small crevice and penetrated it with the tip. To go deeper, he pried apart his legs, dipping inside again, enjoying Kajika’s ass just as he’d wanted to.

Seemingly overly aroused, Kajika massaged his own nipples and exhaled deeply, striving to keep his composure.

Frankie sucked the pucker and blew on the hole before allowing a small dollop of saliva to fall between Kajika’s ass cheeks.  He rubbed them together and gave them a light smack, leaving a red mark.

“God, yes, Frankie. You’re fuckin’ killing me!”

“I know,” he answered and slapped it again. “Payback is a bitch, huh,” 

Wind Down Wednesday - I Like Em Pretty

Good morning!

I'm stealing Rawiya's segment since it's about my book anyway and I know she won't mind.

The above video was part of a dance scene I wrote for Kajika Fortier in I Like Em Pretty in addition to the Janet Jackson song I Get So Lonely

I know you're shocked right? Me? The stuffy muse using R&B as a backdrop for a scene?

Er, well, geez I'm not THAT stuffy.

Pfft.

Have a sneak peak at the scene as well as the blurb.

Oh and, I'm about to write the love scene... whew *fans self* It shall be quite entertaining

Blurb: New Orleans is supposed to be the big easy. One night changes everything for Frankie Choteau.

New Orleans. A city rich in tradition, diversity, and on the comeback trail from hurricane Katrina. Francois “Frankie” Choteau, a resident of this town, a cop with a hot temper and low tolerance for bs. Kajika Fortier, a transplant from Oklahoma came here looking for a dream and unfortunately it’s turned into a nightmare. On a hot summer night, they meet and cross paths during a very difficult situation. Despite this, the attraction between them is evident and loneliness for both men is a fate worse than death. They’d both like a chance at happiness but the cost might be too high of a price to pay. 

Unedited excerpt

The game was a bore and Frankie wished he’d come out a lot earlier than now to see Kajika in action.

Maybe I shoulda taken him out to dinner then brought him back here for his performance?

Feeling slightly guilty about it, he leaned back in the driver’s seat and glanced at the club. “Eh well, too late. At least I’m here now though!” In a rush, he unhooked his seat belt and opened the door to a valet who looked him up and down.

“Well hello there sexy. Ain’t seen you here before.” The chocolate skinned man wearing a black bodysuit showed his pearly whites and licked his lips.

Frankie could only grin in response. “First time here.” He dropped the valet key in his hand and kept walking in the direction of the all black doors. Despite feeling the other’s man’s eyes on him, he nodded at the men and one of them opened it, letting him inside. At first glance, the place appeared to be a hole in the wall or like one of those gay biker or S&M clubs. No color on the hallway walls, a single window with a nice looking blond lady, dressed in a short red mini-dress there taking money and tickets. “Hiya sexy. You must be Kajika’s friend. He told me to look out for a hot looking man, caramel colored with beautiful brown eyes. Gimme ya’ hand so I can stamp the back of it.”

Frankie’s face hurt from smiling but he flashed it anyway and pulled on his collar. “Thank ya’, darlin’. So I guess I don’t need a password, then?”

“Naw sugah, you all good. Detective Choteau?”

“Uh huh. Thank you again, chere,” he nodded and another burly man waived him inside.

Once he did, N'awlins Exotica looked like a totally different place. Instead of the dank, seedy appearance it gave off in the foyer, the main ballroom looked classy. Despite his attraction to men and women of the beautiful variety, he’d never entered a strip club and only had interaction with a stripper at a co-worker’s bachelor party several years ago. This would be a new experience for him, being so close to the adult entertainment industry.

Instead of the all black paneling on the outside, the walls were covered in a burgundy with sconces about five feet apart. The floors, made of a hardwood, most likely bamboo throughout, and the tables dressed with the same wine colored cloths were filled with people of every variety, smoking, drinking, and seemingly having a great time.

“Frankie?” A hand gripped his shoulder tightly and a deep voice that accompanied it disturbed him from his trance.

“Yeah, I am. How did ya’ know my name?”

“Aw, honey, Kajika is my best friend. He told me to seat cha once ya’ showed up. Naomi Beneviere.” She held out her hand.

“Frankie Choteau,” he nodded and took it gladly. This lovely woman with a rather sultry voice, dressed in a long purple dress or robe, he couldn’t tell which, grip his hand escorting him through the crowd to a table on the right side of the stage.

“My pleasure and damn you are sexy just as Kaj says you would be!” She eyed him just as the valet had and suddenly Frankie felt like a piece of meat on a rotisserie.

“Thanks doll.” Frankie sat down and glanced at the others already occupying the space. All of them, older ladies that appeared to be senior citizens, dressed for bingo and not for this club. “Um…” He only waved at them, sort of nervously.

The greyest of them spoke, wearing a yellow hat on top of her silver bob cut. “Hiya gorgeous. You one of the dancers? You look like you could be.”

Frankie chuckled and removed his sport jacket. “No ma’am. I’m here to see one of them though.”

“Yeah? Well good for you, sweetie. We’re hopin’ our favorite man dances tonight. We heard Kajika was comin’ in after his lover killed himself. Sad really but at least he’s available,” she winked.

Snort

Frankie covered his eyes and smirked. “Yeah he is. Well let’s see if he’s here. I hope so, since I came to see him specifically.” Frankie didn’t want to go into a long conversation with her because he was still too embarrassed. All these ladies looked old enough to be his grandma!

God rest her soul.

“Oh really? Well, you dunno for sure? Ol’ Agnes here is complainin’ she’s ready to go if he’s not peformin’. We come in here right after bingo just to catch him every Thursday and if we’re able, we’ll catch him on Sundays after church dinner. The boy is smokin’ hot!”

“Mhm, he is…” The other ladies nodded in agreement and all gave Frankie denture filled or toothless smiles.

Attempting to stop himself from laughing, he said nothing further and turned around to face the stage. When he did, Naomi reappeared with a Heiniken in her hand.

“Here ya’ go sweetie. It’s on the house as is any thing else ya’ want,” she batted her eyelashes and sat on an empty stool next to him.

“Thanks much, Naomi. Appreciate yer hospitality.” Frankie was glad she joined him at the table with these old biddies. At least now he had someone close to his age group to converse with.

Not that I’ll be talkin’ a lot when Kajika’s on stage.

“Ya’ll doin’ okay, ladies? Everyone good? Been to the bathroom, need water…” Naomi called to all of them.

Frankie didn’t bother turning around. This whole moment was quite surreal. In a club, a strip club at that with a bunch of older women and a transsexual.

Never woulda guessed.

Frankie sipped his beer and grinned, trying to hold it all in while Naomi chatted up the seniors. When his phone buzzed in his pocket, he lifted it out and glanced at the screen.

Ready for me? Kajika XOXOXOXOXO

“Hells yeah, babe,” he mouthed, making sure no one else heard him. He didn’t want to engage in any further conversation with the mature women so he kept his thoughts to himself. Anticipation rising, he gulped a good portion of his beer and held on to it while leaning on his knees.

The lights went down and the crowd clapped loudly when the curtain opened to a tall white gentleman dressed in a tuxedo came out from behind.

“Thank you friends. So, are you ready for our next to last act?”

The crowd’s reaction was yeah’s and loud claps. Frankie wondered did anyone know that Kajika was the next to last performance. Most likely not since they didn’t seem to thrilled. When they talked, Kajika boasted of his popularity at this place and how he was usually the headliner.

Perhaps it’s a surprise.

*** Hope you enjoyed. Yes, I gave you the buildup to the dance scene. Well, I can't show you everything! You won't want to read it. *sulks* Maybe I'll share a small part this coming Saturday on the sip. Until then...

From Taboos and Perversions...

Yeah at times Sharita gets her bloody way!

*pouts*

Read about how she defied me when it came to I Like 'Em Pretty

It's going magnificently well!

Still... pfffttt

http://desiresdd.livejournal.com/19859.html

Monday Mornin' Muse - Umid

Ah good morning!

I do love an active and talkative character and I have 2 of them but this one has yapped the loudest.

Of course you've seen this guy, UMID everywhere. 

He's quite an internet sensation. His pictures were taken by Vishstudio and unfortunately they're the 

only ones you can find of him.

*sobs*

Ah well, at least we have these to be inspired by and in my latest WIP I Like EM Pretty

he plays Kajika Fortier 

Exotic dancer extrordinaire, descendant of the Natchez tribe.

His name means "walks without sound" in Native American. 

What is my sneaky muse up to?

The book will be released in January!

Saturday Sips - I Like 'Em Pretty

Good morning! Here is a little from my latest WIP called I Like 'Em Pretty. It's coming along very well and as I said a couple of days ago, expect the book to be out in January 2013!

New Orleans. A city rich in tradition, diversity, and on the comeback trail from hurricane Katrina. Francois “Frankie” Choteau, a resident of this town, a cop with a hot temper and low tolerance for bs. Kajika Fortier, a transplant from Oklahoma came here looking for a dream and unfortunately it’s turned into a nightmare. On a hot summer night, they meet and cross paths during a very difficult situation. Despite this, the attraction between them is evident and loneliness for both men is a fate worse than death. They’d both like a chance at happiness but the cost might be too high of a price to pay.

Unedited Excerpt (In this scene, Kajika and the Detective meet!)

“Fuckin’ hell! Anotha homicide to add to the long list!” Frankie shifted gears in the El Camino disguised as a police car and turned on the siren. “That’s like the third one this week ain’t it?”

“Yep.” Kenina only nodded and stared blankly out the front window.

Frankie noticed her change in demeanor since their conversation and blinked once before turning his attention back to the road. “You got the particulars, Kenie?”

“Yeah, Sampson says white male in his upper fifties with a self-inflicted gunshot wound to the head. There’s a witness present though, a younger man who claims to be the decedent’s fiancée.”

“Really? Is Sampson sure about it being self-inflicted?”

“Well that’s our job to find out, right? I mean we are in homicide,” she snapped.

“Look gal, don’t get’cha thong all up in a bunch, I just asked the question. Just because it appears to be done by the dead person don’t mean shit!”

“It’s just an observation by the man on the beat, alright? I think he’s experienced enough to make that judgment.”

“Nah, I don’t think so, chere.” Frankie shook his head and made a left on Vine. He slowed the car when a small crowd of onlookers came into view. “Shit, what took ‘em so long to call? Channel eight’s already here.”

“I dunno, I guess we’ll find out when we talk to Sampson, hmm?” Her emerald green gaze met his and she cocked an eyebrow.

Frankie pursed his lips and rolled his eyes. “Yeah we will. We’ll talk later, babe. I know our lil’ chat is buggin’ ya.”

“Yeah, it is, but nothin’ I can’t handle.” Kenina shoved the door open then slammed it behind her.

“Shit.” Frankie could only shake his head and get out the vehicle to follow his partner. Right now, they’d have to put their regular feelings aside to tackle this new case that just popped up out of nowhere.

And I thought this would be a quiet night!

As they made their way through the throng of people, they flashed their badges, both yelling, homicide on their way to the address. Frankie stopped a moment and glanced at the mansion that looked like one of the plantation houses his granny talked about in her old southern tales. “Hmph, nice. And what happened here?” Why all of sudden did the crime in New Orleans reach the well to do part of town too? Seemingly, most of them occurred in the inner city or around the quarter. Robberies and assaults around the Louie Cemetery, murders closer to the Dome in downtown Nola.

Rarely did violence happen in the Garden District so if they stayed with that assumption, this could very well be a suicide but Frankie always kept his first thought; things didn’t always look as easy as they seemed.

Frankie yanked the police tape and allowed his partner Kenina to go under first.

“Thanks,” she said dryly and headed up the white stairs to go through the open door.

Frankie didn’t respond. Instead, he kept his eyes peeled for any clues and took out his notebook. Once the two of them made it inside, Officer Ted Sampson and his partner David Mulroney came into view. Once of them asking a young man something while the other was busy taking notes.

“Hey Sampson, Mulroney. What’cha got so far?” Kenina nodded at the man they were questioning.

Frankie however stopped dead in his tracks. The sounds of people outside, the snaps of the camera, and any other noises fell on deaf ears. Who is this? No way was he checking out the witness in a homicide case but his cock betrayed him and told Frankie otherwise.

Long silky black hair with reddish brown tips, a narrowed face with high cheekbones, a perfect nose, and slim lips. And those eyes, beautiful wild brown eyes, flowing lashes just like a chick. God was he pretty! The man’s flesh a perfectly sun kissed bronze, and even though the rest was covered with a white terry cloth robe, Frankie could tell he worked out regularly.

Damn.

“This man here says he heard the gunshots and found the victim slumped in the chair, already dead with a gunshot wound to the head. I guess this would be a suicide.”

“Maybe.” Kenina strolled closer to the young man and nodded in his direction. “Detective Kenina Porter, New Orleans Homicide.” She showed her police badge. “What’s ya’ name kid?”

“Kajika…Kajika Fortier.” The witness’ voice creaked, sounded shaken. His hands trembling and his face visibly wet from tears. Right then Frankie wished he could just stroke his head and hold the man, telling him everything would be okay.

“Pretty name, Kajika. I like that a lot. You mind if we ask ya’ a couple of questions? I know it’s been a rough night for ya’ honey but we need to make sure we get all the facts straight.”

Pretty name for a beautiful man.  Frankie couldn’t stop gawking but he had to so Sampson and Mulroney wouldn’t notice the attention he was paying to the guy. He dropped his gaze to the notebook and listened intently to Kenina ask Kajika some questions.

“Here’s some notes we already took, man.” Mulroney patted Frankie’s back as he passed by. We’ll go and see if we can gather up any information form the people outside. See if they heard or so anything.” Sampson followed his partner close behind and Frankie only grunted to let them know he was listening. If he didn’t know any better he would’ve thought the two men were romantically linked but their constant homophobic jokes at the station told him otherwise.

“Kajika, this is my partner Detective Francois Choteau. We’ll go easy on ya’ this evening since this has been so traumatic.”

Frankie locked eyes with the beauty and moistened his lips.

Goddamn he’s even hotter up close! 

Wednesday Briefs # 13

Good morning! Wednesday briefs from me once again. Let's get away from the Professor and do something from my latest finished story, Closely Guarded. 

A little scene without removing clothes.

Unedited

Kimball rubbed his shoulder and placed his arm around him. “I just wanted you to know just in case somethin’ happens to us, okay? I’m feelin’ real sappy right now!”


BA drew up his lips. “Yeah thanks for that! So I lost out a chance to be with you because of stupidity!”


Kimball smiled wryly. “You didn’t lose out on anything, babe,” he winked. “We both kind of blew it. Remember the time after the jewelry heist? The first time we kissed?”


“Yeah?”


“I wanted to go further with it but I just couldn’t. I…care for Mike too much to cheat but I ain’t gonna say I haven’t thought about it.”


BA shook his head and quickly got up from the sofa. So many emotions running through him right now. Nikolay and his proposition, Kimball and his admission. “Look um, we need to do some work so I can forget about whatever the hell is goin’ on right now. Between you and Nikolay I’m ready to go to the nearest bar and just find someone to fuck my cares away!”


Kimball laughed, “Yeah but that’s what got ya here in the first place. Alone, with nothin’ to show for it.” The agent got up and grabbed his shoulders, shaking him like a rag doll. “Listen, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you how I felt in the beginning. I should’ve but, you should’ve done it too. Things mighta been different.”


BA nodded, “Yeah, like I said, I blew it.” He shrugged away and walked backwards. “I need a cigarette right now, Kim. Go on and start without me and as soon as I relax, I’ll join ya’ in looking through these tapes.”


Kimball stared at him blankly and stepped closer. In one move, he grabbed BA’s face and kissed him roughly.


The moment their mouths connected, BA lost focus and dead on his feet. Without thinking, he reciprocated and gripped a handful of Kimball’s dreads. “Stop this, damnit. No, Kim…”


“Can’t help it!” He sighed into his embrace and locked lips with him again.


Damn!


BA’s first mind told him to wrestle himself out of this man’s arms and run out but he wanted this, needed this from his best friend. Already aroused, BA lay limp in Kimball’s arms and let him take the lead. Damn Mike. Kimball didn’t let up. He continued assaulting BA with his affections; kissing, groping, tangling tongues with BA making him breathless. His cock strained against -his jeans, leaking precum. The pressure built in his groin.


“Oh Jesus, Kim…please.” BA wrapped his arms around his neck for support.


“Damn, BA.” Kimball pulled back and stared at him starry eyed. “I’m…sorry man. I’ve been wantin’ to do that for a long time.”


BA exhaled and gulped hard. “Me too. Uh…”


Kimball ran his hands over his forehead and moistened his lips. “Yeah, let’s get to work, man and maybe…”


“We could pick it up later?” BA asked with promise and adjusted himself. Damn Kimball and Nikolay for leaving him amped up this whole day.


I need to get laid!


“Yeah…perhaps…” Kimball released a heavy sigh and headed back for the desk to his laptop.


BA couldn’t take his eyes off his handsome partner. “Um, I’m gonna go have a smoke, okay? I’ll be back.”


“Yeah…you do that. Don’t stay away to long and stay away from Ivan’s man!”


What? BA shook his head and left up in a hurry. What the fuck was going on right now? Nikolay throws himself at him and Kimball admits to having the hots for him and does the same. Am I just that irresistible? He smiled to himself and stepped out the backdoor, pulling his Marlboro’s out his pocket. BA lit one and blew smoke in the air. “What now?”


Yes, what now? Nikolay and Kimball were both on his mind. Now that’s a ménage I wouldn’t mind having!


But that wasn’t the option, at least not right now. He wanted both men, one he’d loved for years but again, Mike stood in the way of happiness.


Time to get this murder solved!

MA Church m/m

Julie Lynn Hayes m/m

Nephylim m/m

MC Houle m/m

Lily Sawyer m/m

Closely Guarded, COMPLETE!

Finally first draft is done on Closely Guarded. Really excited. I'm going to let it sit a while and fester before I return to it. 

Since I didn't do Saturday Sips, how about a small sample?

Unedited


The woman said nothing and quickly left the room, slamming the door behind her.

BA turned to Kimball. “You buyin’ her act?”

“Not for a second. Her lover, Boris Metrikov is mighty interesting. He had ties to one of the Russian mobs but was never convicted of any crimes. Why weren’t we able to bring him in for questioning?”

“Dunno, man. Seemed like Brenda would’ve seen that in Borvetta’s file.”

BA took a seat at the table and continued to read her rap sheet. Convictions: Theft, assault and battery, disturbing the peace. She’s a real winner isn’t she?

“There should be a file here for him too, right? I mean, seems to me that should’ve been a no brainer.”

“Yeah.” Kimball plopped down in the chair next to him. “She’s slippin’, man. We need to go to the authorities and get that since he’s not part of the Freedom Party. Should be pretty easy too since the police are willing to cooperate.”


“Yeah… too bad we can just bring this lady in on my hunches.” BA massaged his temples and closed his eyes. “We really need to draw these fuckers out their hiding places. We’re gettin’ nowhere right now!”

“I know. The chief is gonna want a report soon too. We really don’t have anything yet.”

“Well, were gonna have to do something to move this along by luring them to Nikolay. No question they want him dead because they don’t want him to take over the Freedom Party.”

“Right.”

“So, we should give them a shot at killin’ him once again.”

“What? Kimball cocked an eyebrow. “You mean give them a free shot at him?”

“Not really him, Kim. An imposter. In the meantime, we need to move Nikolay to a safe place.”

“And how will we find someone to play him?”

BA smirked and propped his combat boots on the table in front of him. “You remember Nikolay talked about being part of the fashion world? That means, he knows some hot model, male or female that can pose for him.”

“Oh yeah, liking your angle there B, keep talkin’.”

“So if we can get the model in and smuggle Nikolay out. Then we make sure Borvetta and company know that he’s at home with Ivan alone.”

Kimball stroked the fine brown hairs on his chin and nodded, “I like that. Are we gonna tell Ivan about this whole plan?”

“We’ll let him in on part of it. After talking to Petrev earlier I’ve pretty much crossed that ass off the list. To be on the safe side, we’ll still keep Nikolay’s location secret. I’m sure he has plenty of friends who can put him up for a couple of days.”

“This sounds like a great idea, B. We need to bring Brenda in to tell her…”

BA grabbed Kimball’s arm. “We’ll let her in on a little. Even though Petrev passed our questions, I still wanna keep it a secret from him.”

“He’s gotta help though, B.”

“I’ll tell them we gotta plan but that’s as far as I’ll go.”

Kimball nodded and took his hand. “You got that same feeling I got don’cha friend? Someone’s telling the conspirators about our moves. Someone knew about Nikolay’s change of plans…”

“And Nadiya had to have told someone that Nikolay was alone. She didn’t act on her own either.” BA stared at Kimball blankly. No wonder the two of them had been best friends for so long. They thought too much alike.

“Yep, let’s get outta here so we can get this all planned out with Nikolay. I don’t like being around this place right now.” Kimball stood up as did BA.

Quickly, they grabbed the folders and made their way down the hallway, not bothering to stop to find Brenda. Something told BA Brenda wasn’t there anyway.

Once they made it outside, BA began putting pieces together in his head. Brenda slippin’, no file on Mertikov, Borvetta’s lover…

“C’mon, B. Let’s get in the car!”

BA snapped out of it at the sound of Kimball’s voice.

Quickly, Kimball opened the door and got it. Before he started the ignition, he stopped a moment and yelled. “No, don’t!”

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Hope that intrigued you a little. :D Wish me luck on my submission for this in the next couple of weeks.

Wednesday Briefs # 12

I love doing the Wednesday Briefs! Here's some more from The Professor using the prompt, Oh my God is that?

Psych came to an end and many of the ladies were in front of Parker’s desk just talking to him about nothing. Jelani sat in the first chair and waited his turn while looking over his own drawings. He’d overheard the crazy comments. Openly giving their phone numbers out while offering to take him out to dinner. He didn’t accept any of them, giving the excuse he didn’t fraternize socially with students.

Why not?

This raised an eyebrow for Jelani but he hoped the man wasn’t very interested in women. Still, he felt the plan he had in mind would work despite what he’d said.

Finally, the Professor asked them to leave. Once he closed the door, he shook his head and rolled his eyes. “Sorry about that,” he grinned. He pointed to the book Jelani had in his hands. “I see you remembered.”

Of course anything for you!

Jelani cleared his throat attempting to wake up from his lust filled haze. “Um, yeah, yeah, I did. It’s the first time anyone has really taken an interest in my art.”

Jelani got up from the desk and took one of the chairs nearest to Parker. God this would be torture being so close and not able to reach out and touch him. “Although I don’t really mention it much but…” he bit his lip. “People aren’t all that interested in what I do outside basketball anyway.”

Parker stared at him blankly. "Pity."

Jelani only nodded and looked behind the professor’s short stands of brown hair, he tilted his head. Jelani noticed two small gold hoops through his ears.

Oh my God, is that?

What did that mean? Could it be a small sign the professor had a wild streak? He could only hope. “Um, so…you seem to be popular already with the ladies.”

Parker smiled and perused the drawings. “Yeah but I’m not all that interested. I really don’t feel all that comfortable being around students in a social manner. It starts rumors and besides, this is only a temporary job. I’m only here till June.”

Jelani cocked an eyebrow and suddenly his buzz wore off at the mention of leaving. 

No you can't!

“You mean, you won’t take the position if Dr. Tinley retires?” This bothered him even though he might be gone to the NBA anyway.

“No, I’m most likely not going to. I don’t like being tied down to any job.” He crossed his legs. “These are really good, Jelani Cooper. You’re very good at it. This one’s my favorite.” When he showed Jelani he pointed to a picture of Iron Man.

“Oh yeah,” he chuckled. “I loved Iron Man too. I drew that, years ago though.”

“You really are talented and since you love drawing, an animator would be the perfect career for you. You could do digital animation as well. There’s always a need for animators in movies, TV, books. What are you majoring in here?”

“Um,” Jelani rubbed his neck and sighed. The right answer would be basketball and sex but in reality, “Communication Design with a minor in English.”

“Fantastic,” he grinned. Parker sat down the book and his jovial expression turned serious. “But from what I’ve heard you’re just barely getting by, Jelani. Your marks are very important if you want to obtain gainful employment. As we talked about yesterday, you can’t rest your laurels on the fact you’ll make the NBA. C’s and D’s with a GPA of 2.0 won’t get you a great job my friend.”

“Yeah, I know. I wanna get better. I've got a couple of tutors.” Jelani looked away from the Professor and sighed deeply. He hated that no one really helped him with his schoolwork. Sometimes he wished he wasn't so damn dumb. 

Too bad they do my work for me.

MA Church m/m

Julie Lynn Hayes m/m

Nephylim m/m

Tali m/f

Julie Lynn Hayes m/m

MC Houle m/m

Lily Sawyer m/m

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Wednesday Briefs # 10

Good morning! Welcome to Wednesday Briefs.

Here's a little more from the Professor with the mentions of food in the scene!

When he got everything set on a tray, he walked it into his bedroom and sat next to a still tired Jelani who slept soundly. He pressed his lips onto the side of his face and nuzzled his ear.

“Mhmm,” Jelani smiled and chuckled. “Good mornin’.”

“Good morning, love.” Parker kissed his lips.

Immediately, his student opened his eyes. “I like when you call me that, Parker. Even though you claim there’s nothing going on here but Dom sub play.” Jelani shifted to sit upright.

Parker grinned and picked up a piece of toast, placing it in between his lips. “Yes, yes, I’m sure that makes you happy. There's a lot of people I call love who I care for.”

“Of course you do. For those same friends, do you make breakfast in bed, give them carte blanche to touch you and give them a special moniker?” Quickly, he chewed the bread.

Smart ass.

“That’s only for yesterday…” The professor grabbed the fork. “Okay, so you mean a little more and you do…I’m into you, very much so. Now we've got that established, why not go more into the rules and what we both want.”

“You already know what I want.” He accepted the tray from the professor.

“Not everything, Jelani.” The instructor ate a piece of the meat.

“I want you, Parker. I want every part of you and everything you want I want.”

“Stop it, you. Don’t tempt me,” he chided. “You have your boundaries I know.”

“Well yes, but when we talked last night on the way home, you mentioned how you loved mind play and manipulation more than spanking or umm…” Jelani gulped hard.

The professor smirked and cocked an eyebrow. “No, not into fisting, love. All I want inside of you are toys and me. Fair enough?”

“Good,” he breathed a sigh. “I don’t think I want that sort of fun but I do love cuffs, ropes, ties, chains, blindfolds, candles, food, and spankings with the hand. Not so sure about whips or paddles.”

“Nah, I don’t do those last two.” Parker shook his head. “This is good that you’re telling me exactly what you’ll accept and what you won’t. Now, I know what to buy at the store,” he laughed.

“Ooh, can we go together?” His eyes lit up like a kid in a candy store.

“Not the first time, but I will take you eventually,” he grinned. “I have some things I wanted to grab as a surprise. You made it easier for me now.” The professor sat on his lap. “Let me help you with this.”

Jelani opened his mouth and accepted the piece of melon professor gave him. While Jelani attempted to eat it, Parker covered his mouth with an engaging embrace.

“Mhmm, professor. I swear, more time like this and I won’t wanna do anything!”

Parker rubbed his lithe body against Jelani’s. He cradled his head in his hands, caressing it gently. “Ah but you’ll have to. There won’t be any skipping practice or anything like that…” he smiled, “Unless I say for you to do so. You can’t make those decisions on your own and I expect you to be attending and attentive in every class, got it?” He placed a strawberry in his mouth. “Want some?”

“Mhmm.” Jelani moved his hand.

“No!” Parker took the students hands and raised them over his head. “With only your mouth, lover.”

“Yes Sir.” Jelani moved closer and his mouth dropped open.

Parker leaned in, pushing his lips into Jelani’s. The moment their mouths connected, Professor Macaulay felt the surge of energy in his midsection. They both bit the fruit but didn’t separate with Parker forcing his tongue in between the student’s lips.

“Mhmm, you taste and feel so good, Parker!”

The instructor felt the same. He wanted nothing more than to be between Jelani’s legs again before they went to school. Parker’s cock throbbed when it met Jelani's. Thrashing tongues and pants followed, urging him to take a little more time to be inside his young sub.

“Jesus!” The professor grabbed the latex next to the bed. “Jelani, I want to be inside you again. We've got some time before class.” He tore it open.

“We can have more than that if we cut today!” The student pushed upwards, his hardened muscle massaging the crevice of Parker’s buttocks.

Professor Macaulay sensed he was really close to eruption. He bit his lip while sliding the condom over his length. Again, he engulfed Jelani's lips while angling himself to pierce his young lover again. “As much as I want to we won’t be ditching class. I promise you we’ll have more fun tonight after practice, hmm?”

Only because I want to.


*Here are the other briefers this week!

MA Church m/m

Julie Lynn Hayes m/m


Nephylim m/m


MC Houle m/m

Tali m/m


Julie Lynn Hayes m/m


Lily Sawyer m/m