Wednesday Briefs #21

Once again, I'm inviting wicked sis BLMorticia to brief this week with the prompt 

"What did you just say?"

BL is previewing her new project called the Wretched!

“Corey…goddamnit! Corey! Ughhhh…” Vocalist Nicolai Zander winced and writhed in pain on the floor after attempting to do high leg kick ala David Lee Roth. “Shiiittt…fuckin’ hurts! Coreeyyyy!”

Fresh out the shower with only a small towel wrapped around his waist, bassist Corey Patrick came running to his aid. “Fuck Nicolai, what’dya do now?” Brown eyes narrowed in Nicolai’s direction but it didn’t deter Nicholai from desiring him.

Damn.

“Fuckin’ twisted my goddamn ankle or some shit, dude. Help me up!” Nicolai tried pushing himself up without putting a lot of weight on his foot but to no avail.

Not worrying about exposing himself, Corey easily picked up Nicolai and carried him to the couch like a small baby. Nicolai couldn’t help but get excited about this moment they shared, albeit under the wrong damn circumstances. “Might hafta’ go to the hospital, dude.”

“Hells no, man. We got a show to do!” Corey dropped him like a sack of potatoes and went back for his towel to finish drying off. “Why the hell did ya’ decide to add the acrobatic shit to your stage show, man. Ya’ don’t need it!”

Nicolai rubbed his sore ankle trying to distract himself from the tall, naked, reddish blond in front of him. “I wanted to try somethin’ new is all! Ya’ know we need to stay on top of things, Corey. You know the business. Five minutes of fame and before ya’ know it, you’re part of yesterday’s news. Plus…I didn’t want anyone to say I’m a ol geezer up on stage!”

Not paying Nicolai any mind, Corey continued to run the cloth over his long strands. Beads of water still on his broad shoulders, melding in with his angel of death tattoo on his bicep.

Fuckin’ hot.

Nicolai licked his lips, his cock stood at attention underneath his black baggy trousers. Nothing he wanted more than to fuck the taste out of Corey Patrick’s mouth right now but he turned him down quite a long time ago.

What the fuck was I thinkin’?

“Nicolai, don’t do that shit, man. Remember, you didn’t want this!” Corey gripped his slightly hairy balls and walked to the other side of the room, grabbing his stage clothes. He pressed them to his nose and took a whiff. Corey only nodded, obviously thinking they were okay to wear. “And besides, I wouldn’t touch that with a ten foot pole now that I know who ya’ been fuckin’ around with!”

Nicolai only grinned and crossed his arms over his stomach. Yeah he had a moment with the Williams twins, who Corey aptly named Lefty and Righty along with a few of their friends from an all-girl metal band called Chicks from Hell.

Ah good times.

“Corey, damnit…” Nicolai struggled to straighten himself on the couch. “How could I refuse eight hot women who wanted to fuck and smoke weed all night, hmm? Just ‘cause you like dick more than pussy…”

“What did you just say?” Corey cocked an eyebrow.

“You heard me.”

“Nicolai, I’m in for just about anything sexual, but even I have fuckin’ standards!” Corey’s wild brown eyes met Nicolai’s while he yanked his pants over his slim waist. Obviously the man was angry about Nicolai’s choice of women for that evening but he wasn’t the least bit afraid of Corey’s attitude. In fact, it aroused him.

“You ain’t wearin’ none?” Nicolai reached for his bag of joints and picked one out.

“Do I ever?” Corey answered with a scowl.

“Well, there was one time you did, smart ass. I’ve told ya’ ‘bout goin’ commando, dude.”

“What? Easier to whip it out when I need to piss in an alley or get my dick sucked by some overly appreciative fan,” he grinned. “Is that how you’re recoverin’ from the ankle?” Corey pointed at the marijuana.

“Yep, guess so. Nothin' like some weed and a little liquor to make ya' feel good!” Nicolai inhaled and his eyes fluttered. Almost as good as sex! “I’ll have the medic tape it up for now. Guess I won’t be doin’ any more of them jumps!”

“Uh no, you should just play the ol’ geezer role and wear it 'til you decide you can’t do it anymore.”

“Fuck you! It ain’t never comin’ to that! I’ma die on this stage man but I wanna make sure I can still make the fuckers out there smile and give me horns!” Nicolai banged his head to the melody playing in his brain and flash the metal sign with his freehand.

“Yeah? Is that all ya’ care about, Nicolai? Well damn, I hope you wise up a lil’ bit and realize music isn’t what life’s all about. Lovin' somebody and them lovin' you back is!” Corey zipped up his pants and walked out.

Nicolai, stunned from that statement, continued to ogle the space his bassist left. He took another toke from his joint and settled back on the couch cushions. The more the drugs set in, the more the pain in his heart and ankle went away.

I do love ya’ Corey, I just can’t show you or anyone else right now! 

Whew, hope you enjoyed. Please check out more on the Metalrotica series coming in January 2013 at this site

Make sure you read our other flashers this week!

Victoria Adams m/f Lily Sawyer m/m  MC Houle m/m Elyzabeth VaLey m/f Cia Nordwell m/m Elizabeth Morgan m/f Elyzabeth VaLey m/f Tali Spencer m/m Julie Lynn Hayes m/m

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Family Reaction to My GAY writing

This is an interesting post which I'm sure that a lot of authors will relate to. How does your family react when you tell them you write erotica?

In my recent interview with Desmond Haas on the romance network, he asked me that question, to which I replied, well, my mom’s religious beliefs don’t really allow for me to talk about it. I mentioned my brother and my husband as well since they also know that I pen kink.

However, last night when my brother stopped by, before the snow storm, to say hello, he asked me about my writing and how it was going. I told him very well, then it prompted him to ask if I was published, to which I replied, yes.

Then the whopper. Okay well, what exactly do you write about?

(Dun dun dun) the music plays…

Oh I write gay erotica…

“Say what?” That, along with a laugh was his response. Okay, it wasn’t exactly that but I had to make it humorous. Kind of like one of those old sitcoms.

Anyway, this prompted the next questions. Why? What is it about gay sex do you find fascinating? Are you turned on by it? Okay, well I don’t know about you but I don’t really want to discuss my perversions with my brother. Eww… Not the fact that I write it, but that it arouses me? TMI.

I went on to answer the questions. I like writing about it because it is something different than vanilla hetero and since I love bending the rules, it is a big reason why I do it. I find it fascinating because I love writing about the emotion between two hot men, especially since males, in general, are told that they cannot show a lot of emotion. When they do they are tagged as gay or femme. My response to am I turned on, none, of your business son.

This conversation went on for several minutes, with the general conclusion of my brother saying, it’s strange for a married woman, mostly hetero, to write a gay story. Why is that? Why do I have to write about something I experience all the time? I’m married to a wonderful guy, my alter ego is a gay man, still looking for that special guy, what is so WRONG with that?

Nothing, I know, but, it brings up so many things, a couple of which I brought up to my brother. I will bring up only one. This is what’s wrong with the world, everyone thinks that something non hetero is strange and not acceptable. Other than the obvious, what is the differences with a man and woman in love, two men, or two women? Nothing! Gay couples go through the same issues as hetero couples do, in some cases more.

This was covered in my story, True Meaning of Love. (Of course I have to give myself a free plug.) London and Brandon have an argument about whose event is more important. Brandon gets mad at London because he feels he should be there for with him especially since London’s party at the nightclub will be attended by his assistant manager. Because of that, Brandon thinks that London should forego his own party and come to his art gallery event instead. Without giving away the rest of the story, this example could also be applied to a hetero relationship. In comparison, women always believe that their man should accompany them to some social events. I know I do... and we get mad if he finds another reason he thinks more important than that holiday party or the trip to a family gathering to stay away. Very similar right? It’s the same thing.

I don’t want to turn this into a rant because it is becoming just that and let me preface this by saying, I love my brother and I know he is no homophobe. However, this is one of the many reasons as to why it may take society a few lifetimes to fully accept same sex partnerships. Even if we don’t get it or understand it, we need to tolerate it.

Okay, breathe. Going back to the point. After we chatted, I let him see my author’s copy of Rock and Roll Over.(Another plug) I turned the page to my story, The Wretched: The Delicacies of Lust, Liquor, and Cannabis. I left him sitting there to read while I went back to my laptop. After he finished, he smiled, and said, hmm interesting. I still don’t get it. Do you write hetero or Lesbian?

*Shrug*

Ah such is the life of a gay erotica writer; your family dealing with the fact that you put your kink out there to be sold, but here’s the thing, people love it. Whether we are straight or gay, old or young, black, white, Asian, Hispanic, we all have the things we like to read. And sometimes that may not be acceptable to the masses, but who lives through other people anyway? I certainly don’t.

So in conclusion, my brother now knows of my favorite genre. Will it get back to my mom, I’m sure it will but I’m not worried. Mom knows that I do the erotica but we’ve never discussed what type.

I write for myself, not worrying about if it's strange or acceptable to my family or friends. None of the best authors out there are concerned about what their relatives would think. I know a lot of us have day jobs and privacy issues to maintain so we do pennames. I have three not because I worry about what others will say but more because I have young children in school.

However, the main reason is, I do it for fun. My real name is a little too boring.

Thank you for listening… ;)

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