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Thursday, June 30, 2016

Throwback Thursday

As I've just recently released the first book in a new self-pubbed series -- Modifications: Mane and Tail -- I figured it would be a good opportunity to give a shout out to a couple of older books featuring pony play.

Velvet Stables

When doing research for BDSM while writing the Velvet Glove series, I discovered pony and puppy play and was intrigued. I thought it was strange, weird, but I was interested in looking into it more, in exploring it. Well, I fell in love with the pony and puppy play! Puppy Love is one of my favorite books that I wrote. I did a few pony play shorts in the Velvet Glove series and they're in the self-pubbed short story collection Velvet Stables.

Andy and Bear run the stables and kennels at the Velvet Glove where the puppies and ponies wait to find masters. These five short stories explore their relationships with their own pups – Zim and Zeb – as well as the tale of how their favorite pony – Balfour – finds his very own groom.

Join Andy, Bear, Zim and Zeb as they explore this unusual kink.

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SWAK: Pony Play

When I was working on my Sealed With a Kink series, I knew I wanted to explore pony play as one of the kinks. Again, I really enjoyed exploring the dynamics of the kink, of the men who indulged in it.

Jack’s life is typical—typical barely-there boyfriend, typical shitty job, typical tiny apartment in the city. But when Jack is dropped off at Wellbrooke Pony Farm in the middle of nowhere, his life goes from typical to interesting in two seconds flat. A handsome groom named Daniel teaches Jack that it’s okay to want more, to be cared for, and that sometimes, a city boy just needs to be stabled.

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And if here's the links and stuff for Modifications: Mane and Tail which inspired today's post.

Mane and Tail

Eric Martin is a successful businessman, but he’s lonely, he’s stressed, and there’s something missing from his life. At least that is, until he meets Daryus at a conference. Daryus promises he can offer Eric all his fantasies come true. A second meeting at a bar one night, leads Eric through a door into a world where he suddenly finds himself as the ‘pony’ of groom Soren.

Soren is a groom of human ponies who is working off his debt to a demon by training men in pony play. He enjoys his work a lot and one day hopes to have a pony of his own as a reward for all the good work he’s done and to celebrate the payment of his debt. When Eric appears in his stall, Soren believes that day has finally come.

Eric can’t believe the stables he finds himself in are real. His pony fantasies are just that – fantasies. Not only that, he’s never shared them with anyone, so how could Daryus have known? Between Eric’s confusion and lack of experience, Soren has his work cut out not only training Eric, but convincing him that this is real and that Eric doesn’t ever need to go back to his old world.

With a little demon magic and a lot of care, Eric and Soren just might find everything they need to be both happy and together.

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Sean
smut fixes everything

Tuesday, June 28, 2016

Movie Tuesday

Went to a movie on the weekend. Central Intelligence with Dwayne The Rock Johnson and Kevin Hart.

Their tag line is "A little Hart and a big Johnson" so how could I resist this movie?

The movie had action, humor, and a few aww moments. The bad guys get theirs and the good guys triumph. It dealt with subjects like bullying and being able to live in the now and appreciate what you have and who you are.

My favorite thing about the movie was that Bob's favorite movie was Sixteen Candles. And the little homage to the end of that movie at the end of this one was completely adorable. Plus, the rock in a unicorn t-shirt and rocking a fanny pack the entire movie? What more could you ask for?

Dwayne Johnson does a wonderful job of humor and action together and I totally enjoyed his character in this one.

I recommend it as a fun, light movie with a positive message and that left you with a feel good feeling at the end. And I hope the Blu-Ray/DVD release has a ton more bloopers, because the minute or so of them that they ran at the end of the movie had us all rolling in the aisles and I can just imagine that they had a blast filming the movie.

I also had a chance to watch Pitch Perfect on TV (so yes there were ads and possibly cuts) at any rate, it was a much cuter movie than I had expected and I liked it more than I'd anticipated. Funnily enough, another John Hughes movie is celebrated in this one - The Breakfast Club this time. And again the ending is referenced as one character thinks that the song at the end is the most perfect movie ending song ever.

It's just a really neat bit of serendipity there between the two movies I saw and the references in them to 80s teen dramas and the endings of those at that.

Happy Tuesday all.

Sean
smut fixes everything

Monday, June 27, 2016

My God It's Monday

Hot. Today I am hot. There is high temps and high humidity and the A/C is working hard, and the fan is blowing on me, and it's still hot. Hot. Hot. Hot.

Have I mentioned recently that I don't like summer? Blarg. Days like today are why.

I need to get my website updated. It's a huge job and it's very intimidating and I want to write blurbs for all the series and have them listed together with those and that just makes the job that much bigger. Arg.

The todo list is huge. I'm trying not to look at it or think too hard on it because then I'd probably just freeze and not get anything done. At some point I'll get caught up, right? Yeah, I don't think so either.

I'm trying to get my office cleaned out and the basement as well, this summer. I am such a pack rat that it's very hard to throw stuff out. Even if I haven't opened the box in twelve years, I go through it and wind up keeping a third of it - where do I keep that third? Well, I stick it in a new box, of course, along with a third from that other box and a third from that one... At least some of it is getting thrown out, right?

What's neat is finding old character sheets, story ideas, snippets, etc. That's kind of cool. So I guess it's a good thing I'm keeping those to find again later!

I'm hungry but I don't know what I want to eat.... and if that's my biggest problem, I'm doing pretty good!

Have a good Monday and a great week.

Sean
smut fixes everything

Friday, June 24, 2016

Random Friday

How the heck did it get to be Friday already?

It's another hot one today. I can always tell how hot it is by how hot it is inside. I keep the thermostat around the same temp, but sometimes it feels hot inside despite that and those are the days when its really hot outside.

I have a paranormal/urban fantasy book novel coming out with All Romance Ebooks at the beginning of August. I imagine the pre-order will be available sometime in July. It's called Blowing Smoke and it features a reclusive billionaire who is actually a dragon in it. And it has an awesome cover! I'll share more details about it when I have them.

Meanwhile, here is the cover. Check out the dragon in the o of smoke! I just love that little detail.

All Romance Ebooks will also be reprinting a number of my paranormal stories from Amber Quill and Torquere. Look for those starting in the fall.

I'm feeling like going to see a movie this weekend. At the moment Central Intelligence is in the lead. Who knows, I may not even wind up going. It would make a nice break on what is promising to be a busy weekend, though. And in a nice, cool environment... hmm... very tempting.

I have some great news that I can't share yet. As soon as all the i's are dotted and the t's crossed, I will let you all know.

I hope you have a great weekend!

Sean
smut fixes everything

Tuesday, June 21, 2016

Movie Tuesday

As I got a lot of my weekend todos done ahead of time this past week, and it was like an oven outside, I wound up watching a lot of movies over the weekend.

Zootopia - Animated movies are often a chance at a nap for me. This one kept my attention, though, and it was awfully cute. Plus, it was great to see a movie with a strong female lead.

Pride and Prejudice and Zombies - I have not read the book and I wasn't exactly sure what to expect.

What I got was a fairly true to the original Pride and Prejudice, certainly in spirit, only if there happened to be zombies at the time. It was fun and had a good dose of humor. And again, some kick-ass women. And I did love the take on zombies for this one - I know some people prefer their zombies traditional, and I do enjoy a good traditional zombie, but I like to have a little variety in my zombies, too.

Gods of Egypt - I don't even remember seeing any previews for this one, but it came out the same week that Pride and Prejudice and Zombies did so I picked it up, hoping for a fun action movie with a decent storyline (after all, myths are great stories, so the source material is fairly rich.) What I got was an okay movie that probably could have been a lot more than it was. I did like the effect of the gods being bigger than the humans and they did a great job with that. So it wasn't terrible, but I really felt it could have been a lot more than it was.

Redemption - saw this on Shomi, it's a Jason Stratham movie and the blurb was something about an ex-military homeless man getting a chance at redemption as an avenging angel. So I figured I was in for a good kick a bunch of ass movie. That isn't what I got, though. There was ass-kicking, but it wasn't an action movie for the sake of being an action movie. It was actually very good and far more to it than I would have guessed from the blurb. I'm really glad I got to see it.

Centurion - this seemed really familiar from the blurb, but I couldn't tell if I'd seen it or not. I had not and I realized when it was over and it gave me the "if you liked this you might like" listing that I realized that The Eagle was the movie that I had seen. From what I remember of The Eagle, this one was a better done movie than The Eagle. I didn't like it as much as Redemption, but I had been prepared to turn it off if it was crap, and I didn't turn it off.

My weekly to do list is long and with the heat, I'm finding it hard to buckle down and get stuff done, so we'll see if I am able to spend as much of next weekend watching stuff.

Happy Tuesday!

Sean
smut fixes everything

Monday, June 20, 2016

My God It's Monday

Wow, today is one of those days that I complain about in the summer. Today is one of those days why I hate summer. Hot, humid, the air was thick. Just gross. The poor A/C is working overtime just to make it tolerable. Ugh.

I actually had a very relaxing weekend. I went hard on the todo list Friday and didn't have a huge bunch of stuff left that was on the absolutely has to be done list for the weekend. It was nice - I needed it.

Today was writing and writing. Tomorrow will be more writing and some forms and some edits and some blog posts. All of it indoors with the house shut up. How long until winter?

Don't melt!

Sean
smut fixes anything

Sunday, June 19, 2016

Suddenly Sunday

Suddenly Sunday is almost over! Yikes, the days just zoom zoom zoom.

So yesterday I had a Smuttapalooza -- 10 smutty excerpts from ten different new and recent releases. Scroll back if you haven't had a chance to read yet.

Speaking of steamy, the weather is turning fast. today was 34C, which translates to too hot in Fahrenheit ;) Too hot for me, anyway. And I can always tell it's getting hotter outside because it's much hotter inside, even with the A/C set the same and the fan running higher. I shall try not to complain too much, but 'tis the season for it.

This was going to be longer, but the heat has fried my brain and I can't remember what else I was going to say. Stupid hot weather ;)

Have a great week.

Sean
smut fixes everything


Saturday, June 18, 2016

Smutterday - Time Out

My short story Time Out is in the His Rules anthology, which is currently available. All the stories will also be released on their own and Time Out is currently available for pre-order.

Val and Chaz broke up after Chaz safeworded unnecessarily during a scene. Can they find a way to come back together?

A few months ago, Chaz safeworded during a scene, just because he was feeling neglected and bitchy. Val was understandably upset that his sub lied, and the two of them split up. Now it’s months later and Val is miserable to be around, so his friend sends him to his private lake house to vacation and get over himself. At least, that’s what Val thinks is happening. In reality, Chaz has also been lured to the lake house and is waiting there so they can hopefully get back together.

Despite his shock at finding Chaz at the lake house, Val decides to do a scene. Will it be the last scene they share or will they find a way to move past what happened?

Buy links:
Pre-order Time Out
His Rules Anthology currently available.


Smutty Excerpt:

“I’m going to put the ball gag back in. Have you got a ball to hold?” How well had Bailey prepared this ambush?

“Jingle bells, Sir.” Chaz held a ribbon decorated with a half-dozen bells in his left hand. All he would need to do was ring them or drop the ribbon and everything would stop.

“Perfect.” With that, Val pushed the gag between Chaz’s lips again. Then he took a step back, admiring the naked man tied up in front of him. He could take his frustration out on this fine little body, then send the son of a bitch home.

Chaz’s cock was hard, leaking at the tip and bound, the ribbon at the base of it red and tied like a bow on top of a Christmas gift. The sweet nipples had been stimulated, too, played with so they were swollen and standing at attention, the very air no doubt almost unbearable.

While Val appreciated the attention to details, it made him growl to think of someone else getting his boy in such a state, even if it had been done for him. He flicked one nipple, wanting it to burn, to sting like fire because of his touch. Chaz’s indrawn breath around the gag told him that he’d done it.

“You should have avoided nipple torture if you wanted to play with me. You know how I love it.”

And he knew how Chaz loved it. Which, of course, was why they’d been prepped for him. He imagined that had been Chaz’s idea, not Bailey’s. Chaz knew exactly what he liked.

Val pushed one thumb against Chaz’s left nipple, and the other against Chaz’s right clavicle. He was going to leave bruises. Beautiful bruises so Chaz would remember this for a long time. Val wanted Chaz to remember what he’d lost.

He watched the lovely eyes watching him, watched the hunger and need in them flare as he dug his fingers into Chaz’s flesh. The spots he left were white at first, then filled with a dark rose flush. Groaning, he leaned in and licked first at Chaz’s collarbone, lapping at his skin and pressing with his tongue to stimulate the abused flesh. Then he moved to Chaz’s nipple, pulling the whole thing into his mouth and sucking as hard as he could, using his teeth to scrape, to promise the bite that was coming.

Then he bit, letting Chaz feel the sharpness. He followed that up with more sucking, needing this—the taste of Chaz in his mouth, the feeling of that nipple so firm for him, the small movements Chaz made—far more than he would like to admit. He crushed Chaz against the smooth wood of the cross, making his boy feel it all—back and front.

Fuck, it was intoxicating. Chaz always had been.

~~

Thus endeth the smuttapalooza.

Sean
smut fixes everything

Smutterday - Three Wishes

The Three Wishes books now have a new series name - Rainbow Island - and I will be writing a third book in the series for Pride Publishing, who are republishing the first two books in the series.

Three Wishes

Come to Rainbow Island, where all your sexual fantasies will come true.

In Three Wishes, James, Guard and Damien bring in three different couples for their special fantasy-granting services. Handsome model Benji is tired of being perfect, and he wants to make his body his own. Thor, tattoo artist and piercer, as well as Dom, is just the man to do it. Will Benji find what he’s looking for?

Meanwhile, Alan and Roman are a long-time sub/Dom couple looking to have a few outside Masters give Alan all the things that Roman can’t. Will their relationship survive Alan’s strong reaction to one of the Masters?

The last couple to visit the island are Quinn and Pierce. Quinn has medical fetishes he’s embarrassed to tell his lover Pierce about even though Pierce is a doctor. So he’s going to get it out of his system in this safe environment. At least that’s the plan…

Don’t miss out on these fantasies come true.

Available for early download at Pride Publishing.


Smutty Excerpt:

“Sir. Sir…” The pretty cock started to fill, swell.

“Yes. Such a good boy. Such a responsive boy.”

Benji blushed, lips parted, so hungry. He pressed his lips to Benji’s, tongue slipping in.

“Master.” The word was whispered into his mouth, sweet, soft, just a breath.

He deepened the kiss, emotion swelling up inside him. Benji’s arms wrapped around him, as he held on, staying close. He shifted Benji so the man was straddling his thighs, their cocks pressed tight between them. They started shifting, moving, Benji riding his lap, moaning into his kiss. He wrapped his hands around Benji’s ass, encouraging the movements.

Benji’s eyes were open, watching him, letting him in. He pushed the kiss deeper, taking more and more. His boy was leaking against him, cock dripping and sliding against his belly. Slick, hot, so soft and hard at the same time. Thor loved it.

He bit at Benji’s lips, and pinched the unadorned nipple. The moan that pushed between his lips was pure need.

He pulled one hand between them, wrapping it around their cocks. He groaned at the sensation of Benji’s cock against his. He bit at Benji’s lips, tugged them, made them swell. He wanted to growl. He wanted to claim the man as his, right now.

Those eyes were so big, so needy, staring into him. He held the gaze, put what he was feeling into it. Benji nodded once, breathing him in. Groaning, he stood, holding onto Benji as he moved to the bed. His. His boy. Damn it. And they both knew it.

He pushed Benji onto the bed and drove into him. Benji dragged him close, kept him right there, happy sounds pushing into his lips. He began to pound into Benji’s body, their hips working hard. His. His. Thor wanted to scream. He pressed harder into Benji. He pressed faster into him.

“Sir. Sir. So good.” Beautiful. His boy.

“Show me. Come for me.” Thor wanted that to make him come, too.

“Yes!” Benji arched, that sweet hole gripping him with a fierce hold, and cum sprayed in thick ropes over the inked chest.

So fucking gorgeous.

He let go, his cum filling the condom as his body jerked over Benji. Benji’s lips opened and closed, a happy sound leaving them.

He rested against Benji, the man’s cum hot between them. He’d have to sterilize the tattoos and cream them, but they could lie like this for a moment or two and just be.


Sean
smut fixes everything

Smutterday - Losing His Cover: The Club

Home for two and a half weeks now, now retired undercover cop Alex must begin to deal with what he’s going to do with the rest of his life.

His husband, Bruce, has gone back to work after taking a two week vacation, and Alex is alone for the whole day for the first time since dropping the mantle of his undercover persona “Nicky”.

It is through Bruce’s work at a BDSM bar/club that he and Alex make the biggest inroads into expelling Alex’s undercover persona for good, and bringing Alex completely home in body, mind and spirit.

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Smutty excerpt:

“You don’t want to get naked?” He sat on the mattress, stretching until his back popped.

“I kind of like the dynamic of you being naked and needy while I’m still fully dressed.”

Alex pinked and, for the first time in years, thought about covering his cock with his hand.

Bruce’s gaze swept over him, his husband’s admiration absolutely clear. Then Bruce opened the wardrobe and began looking through it. “I’m looking for a cock ring. Don’t want you coming too soon.”

“Are we going to be here for more than a quickie?”

“I think you need more than a quickie.” Bruce grabbed something from the wardrobe then came back to him. “I think you need it long and hard.”

“Listen to you.” He reached out, cupped Bruce’s cock through his slacks.

“That’s feeling, not listening,” Bruce noted, pushing his hips forward, the heavy prick moving into his hand.

“Listening…” He leaned forward, nuzzled Bruce’s belly.

Bruce groaned for him. “You going to distract me with your ‘listening’?”

“I like distracting you.”

Bruce’s hand dropped onto his head, stroking over his hair. “Yeah, I like it, too.”

“You want me to suck you, love?”

“I do. But first I want to watch you put this on.” Bruce handed him the cock ring. “Sit back and spread your legs and let me watch.”

The cold metal ring slowly warmed in his hand.

“I love watching you touch yourself. It turns me on.” Bruce’s gaze never left him.

“Perv,” he teased, but he eased the ring down along his shaft and carefully worked his sac through the heavy metal.

Bruce licked his lips. “Uh-huh. I’m a big old perv when it comes to you.”

“That’s okay with me. When it comes to me, that is.”

“I like this possessive streak you’ve developed.” Bruce leaned in and touched his cock, his balls, checking how he’d put on the ring.

“I just want to be enough for you.” His testicles were pushed out, making an obscene package.

“More than enough. You’re perfect.” Bruce stroked his sac, the sensation enough to make him shiver hard. “Mmm. I love how you look like this—a little vulnerable, a lot exposed.”

Alex tugged at Bruce’s slacks, wanting them together, wanting skin.

“You think I should take ‘em off? I kind of like it like this.” Bruce lay down with him, pressing him down into the mattress, the material of his clothing seemed rough against Alex’s skin.

“I’ll leak on your power suit.” And Bruce had to walk home in something.

Bruce started to giggle, the sound sweet and happy.

He rolled them, landing on Bruce’s thighs, grabbing his lover’s wrists and pulling them up over Bruce’s head. Bruce rolled them again, putting him on the bottom this time.

Damn, that casual strength was so erotic, so arousing. Bruce rocked against him, the drag of material once again rough and delicious. Bruce kissed him, teeth dragging on his lips.

He wrapped one hand around the back of Bruce’s head and pulled them tighter together.

“Always so pushy.” Bruce was all smiles, rubbing against him, then diving in for another kiss. Then another and another.

He wasn’t pushy. He just loved Bruce beyond all reason.

Bruce grabbed his hands and tugged them up over his head, stretching him up long.

“Hey.” He wiggled, letting himself sink into the stretch because it felt so good.

Bruce smiled. “Hey.” Then his lover placed one kiss after another along his arm, the soft inner skin sensitive, tingling. His fingers clenched into fists, then relaxed, over and over.

“Leave your arms up here,” Bruce whispered against his mouth, hands dragging down along his arms.

“I’ll try, love.” He moaned, wiggling until his ass made a comfortable spot.

“You’ll do it. I believe in you.”

“I know.” He counted on it.

Bruce beamed at him and cupped his face, smiling down at him, fingers touching on his face like little raindrops.

“Love.” He blinked nice and slow, and he could hear his heart beating, lub-dub, lub-dub.

“Yeah. Just you and me. No one else is allowed here. No one.” Bruce’s smile felt good against his throat.

He nodded and lifted his chin to get a little more.

Bruce’s kisses grew teeth, the suction going straight to his toes.


Sean
smut fixes everything

Smutterday - Shifter Rescue: Freedom

Mated lynx shifters Hill and Cather have been rescued by the good people at the Old Tavern Club, specifically by Jag, who has brought them back from the brink of death and convinced them to give life, and possibly love, another chance.

Jag wants to be more than just their rescuer, though. He desires to be not only their Master, but the recipient of their love as well. Hill's all on board, but Cather is going to take more convincing, especially when he begins to have trouble shifting from one form to the other.

Can Jag help Cather solve this new obstacle to their freedom, or are the lynx's doomed to remain in their new rooms at the Old Tavern for the rest of their lives?

Buy link:
Changeling Press

Pre-order links:
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Smutty Excerpt:

They burst into the bedroom, and Jag threw him down onto the bed.

Hill jumped up, eyes wide.

“I’m going to fuck Cather through the mattress,” Jag told Hill.

“Oh. Do you need help?”

Cather growled at his mate, rumbling.

“Be nice,” Jag ordered, swatting Cather’s hip.

“No more!” God, he burned.

“I decide that,” Jag insisted.

Still, Jag’s next move was to press against Cather’s hole, cock thick, slick and insistent.

“Please. Yes. Thank you. Please.” He felt the touch everywhere.

Jag sank all the way in until the hairs around Jag’s cock scratched against Cather’s burning ass. Jag’s low groan said he was enjoying this, too. Cather bore down hard, squeezing tight around Jag’s cock.

“Oh, fuck, yes.” Jag moaned, then drew out so slowly before slamming back into him again. He took every inch, begged for it.

Jag found a rhythm, giving it to him good and hard, just like he needed. He spread, balancing on his heels so there was as little friction as possible on his ass. Jag just kept pounding, filling him like Cather needed, taking him. He needed this. Needed it bad.

“I know. Your need is like heaven.” Jag growled the words out, the snarl deep and low. “And I won’t leave you needing. I swear.”

Jag’s thrusts increased in strength and speed, their bodies coming together noisily, explosively.

Hill moaned. “Beautiful. You’re both beautiful.”

Hill’s words didn’t slow Jag down. Instead it made him punch in harder, Jag shifting slightly and suddenly hitting Cather’s gland with each thrust.

Cather soared, his entire world going hot and sparkly.

Eventually, Jag wrapped a hand around Cather’s cock, the thrusts into his body pushing his cock along Jag’s palm. The pleasure pushed him higher, and he was soaring, out of his mind with it.

Soon. He couldn’t even say it out loud.

Jag nodded, though, like he’d heard it. “When I say, Cather, and not a second before.”

His groan tore out of him, but he fought the urge to shoot, wanting to please this strong man who had been so generous with him.

“That’s it, hold on for me, kit. Hold on.” Jag didn’t make it easy on him, finding his gland with every thrust, working him hard.

For you. For you. For you. The words echoed throughout him.

“Yes!” Jag cried out and thrust even harder, just pounding into him.

The hand on his prick felt like fire wrapped around him.

Soon. The word cut through him, promising him the world if he’d just hold on.

Soon. Please.

Yes. Jag moved harder and faster, filling him with hardness and heat and just when Cather was sure he couldn’t hold on another second, Jag shouted, “Now!”

Seed poured from him, leaving him wrung out and melted, sobbing and healed.


Sean
smut fixes everything

Smutterday - Tasting

Find out how it all began for Peter and Christian.

Before Toby met Damon, Peter and Christian found each other on the internet.

Still in the army, Christian was inexperienced in not only BDSM, but sex altogether. Still, he has yearnings and furtively explores them in online chatrooms.

Luckily for Christian, seasoned Dom Peter recognizes Christian’s lack of experience and a kindred spirit in the man, and they take their conversations to text messages and Skype calls.

After Christian’s last deployment and only a few months before his discharge, he takes leave and visits Peter so the two men can see if they are as compatible in person as they seem to be online.

This is the beginning of a beautiful relationship.

Buy links:
Pride Publishing
All Romance Ebooks
Amazon

Smutty Excerpt:

“Anyway. No thinking about your job. Right now you’re a naked man in my shower, getting washed with my magic loofah of love.” Peter put on a cheesy voice for the last few words.

Christian blinked once, then started laughing, the little joke just hitting his funny bone. Peter looked pleased at having made him laugh and now the touches along his ribs were more tickles than caresses, Peter’s low chuckles joining his laughter as he wriggled and twitched.

He reached for Peter and started touching back, almost tickling himself. It was easier like this, when he felt like he got it.

Peter groaned and began pushing into his touches, the laughter fading as everything became overtly sexual now. He explored Peter—chest and belly, hips and ass, then he moved to jack Peter’s cock like he wanted to.

“You want to taste me?” Peter asked. “To go down on your knees and take my cock in your mouth?”

What if he gagged? What if he puked? What if…? “Yeah. Yeah, I do.”

“Then do it. Get down on your knees for me because I have to tell you, I want your mouth. I want it so bad. I want to watch my cock sliding between your lips. I want to feel the heat of your mouth sucking at me.”

He groaned, dragging his fingers over Peter’s lips. God, the man was good at that. Smiling, Peter grabbed at his fingers, sucking two in.

“Oh!” Oh, God. It was like there was a string from his fingers to his cock.

Peter ran his teeth over the pads of Christian’s fingers, and little explosions started there.

He couldn’t have fought his moan, no matter what.

“Mmm.” Peter’s hum vibrated along his fingertips. Then Peter put a hand on his shoulder. Peter didn’t push him down, but he could feel it, feel that Peter wanted him to.

He whimpered when his fingers slipped from Peter’s mouth and he lost that suction.

“You were going to blow me…” Peter still didn’t push him down.

“Yeah.” God, let it work for him. He knelt down as carefully as he could, and leaned over to take the tip of Peter’s cock in. It wasn’t nasty at all. Peter tasted clean and fresh, warm and male, the flavor surprising on his tongue.

He’d tasted himself before, sure—once at the request of Peter himself—but never another man.

Peter’s hands slid over his head, the touches gentle, encouraging, not forcing him to do anything, just another point of connection.

He began to suck, carefully. He explored Peter’s shaft, the tip of his tongue tracing the veins there. Peter was very responsive, moaning for him, squeezing his head now and then to let him know how good it was.

And it was, honestly. It felt weirdly right, to have the hard cock piercing his lips. It slid a little deeper as Peter began to rock, pushing the thick erection in. It took him a few tries, to relax past the gag reflex.

“There you go. Nice and easy, Christian. Giving your lover a blow job is a wonderful thing. Enjoy it. Revel in it.”

He hoped he could. He wanted to. He reached up and cupped Peter’s sac, rolling it gently.

“Oh yes. Such good instincts, boy.”

God, that word. It made his cock ache.

He sucked a little harder, earning him a moan from Peter. “God, don’t stop.”

His suction increased even more and that made Peter cry out and hold on tight.

“Gotta move,” Peter said, beginning to rock gently.

He’d settled into it by then, and he opened up, taking more, then more again. Peter’s fingers wrapped around his skull, fingers digging in, holding him in place as Peter’s rocking picked up speed.

He opened up, and God, it was hard to trust, to let Peter in.

As the thrusts continued, though, they didn’t push too far, didn’t choke him, and Peter always pulled back right away. They found a rhythm, in and out, in and out, over and over.

He knew when Peter was going to come. Not only did the cock in his mouth seem to swell further, Peter’s fingers dug in harder. A shout was his last warning, and then Peter’s cock was shooting cum into his mouth.

He swallowed hard, taking in every drop, his own cock stiff between his legs. Peter’s hold gentled, the fingers digging into his head, then loosening their hold, Peter petting his head.


Sean
smut fixes everything


Smutterday - Modifications: Mane and Tail

Modifications: Mane and Tail

Eric Martin is a successful businessman, but he’s lonely, he’s stressed, and there’s something missing from his life. At least that is, until he meets Daryus at a conference. Daryus promises he can offer Eric all his fantasies come true. A second meeting at a bar one night, leads Eric through a door into a world where he suddenly finds himself as the ‘pony’ of groom Soren.

Soren is a groom of human ponies who is working off his debt to a demon by training men in pony play. He enjoys his work a lot and one day hopes to have a pony of his own as a reward for all the good work he’s done and to celebrate the payment of his debt. When Eric appears in his stall, Soren believes that day has finally come.

Eric can’t believe the stables he finds himself in are real. His pony fantasies are just that – fantasies. Not only that, he’s never shared them with anyone, so how could Daryus have known? Between Eric’s confusion and lack of experience, Soren has his work cut out not only training Eric, but convincing him that this is real and that Eric doesn’t ever need to go back to his old world.

With a little demon magic and a lot of care, Eric and Soren just might find everything they need to be both happy and together.

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Soren moved about the bathroom, opening the cupboard over the sink, grabbing a few things before coming back. And Eric stayed. He had lost his mind completely.

Putting his supplies down, Soren took Eric’s right hand and gently cleaned it with a cloth before slathering some ointment on it. “This is antibacterial. It’ll keep your hands from getting infected.”

“I… Thank you?” God, his head hurt.

“You’re welcome, sweet pony.” Soren wrapped his hand in gauze, all his fingers together, so they were immobile. Then Soren began on his other hand.

“I… it wasn’t… They’re not that bad.” His breath began to speed.

“It’s okay – ponies don’t need their hands.”

“I’m not a… It was a fantasy!” And he’d never told another living soul. Not ever.

“Shh. Shh. You are a pony, Petyr, and now your fantasy is real.”

Soren got his other hand doctored and wrapped, then helped him to sit up on the bench. His hands were totally wrapped – he wasn’t even going to be able to hold himself to pee, let alone get dressed or feed himself.

“Take them off,” he demanded. “Take them off.”

“No, they’re keeping your hands from getting infected. It’s all right, pony, you’re just fine.” Soren petted his shoulders, back, and arms. “Be easy.”

“I don’t know how!”

Soren’s eyes warmed, the man unflappable. “I know.” The touches became gentler, less petting and more stroking, caressing. “First thing you need is an orgasm to help your body find comfort. Then breakfast, followed by our first lesson.”

Eric wasn’t sure which touches were better, the earlier gentling touches or these arousing ones. “I…”

“Shh.”

Eric didn’t know where to look.

Soren slid his fingers down along Eric’s spine, and he shivered at the sensation, at the way tingles followed those touches.

“There. See?” Soren murmured. “Just feel this.”

How could he not?

“We’re connected,” Soren insisted. “Your body recognizes me as mine recognizes you.”

The tingling strokes continued along Eric’s spine, then began to move down along the top of his crack, too. His hole clenched, his ass tingling. Stop it, he told himself. Control yourself.

Humming, Soren sat on the bench, then tugged Eric so he was straddling the strong thighs. His new position allowed Soren access to his ass, his crack, his hole. He opened his lips, but Soren silenced him with a single finger.

“You’re having an orgasm. And you’re going to enjoy it.” Soren’s finger slipped from his lips, over his chin, and along his throat.

Eric swallowed hard, over and over, Soren chasing the motion.

“Such a beautiful pony. I am a very lucky groom.” Soren ran his other hand along Eric’s crack, up and down, teasing his hole on every pass.

His cheeks clenched, the pleasure stealing his breath.

“Mmm.” Soren leaned in, pressing their lips together in the softest kiss.

Eric placed his bound hands on Soren’s chest. He could feel the warm muscles rising and falling with each of Soren’s breaths. The kisses stayed gentle, as did the touches, Soren building the pleasure inside him slowly.

There was no way Eric was going to allow this to continue. No way.

Then the hand at his throat slid down along his chest, tickling at his belly. His belly went tight, and when Soren tugged Eric’s short hairs, he bucked a bit.

“There’s my beautiful pony. Such lovely spirit.” Soren tugged again, then slid his fingers along Eric’s cock. The touch was warm, barely there.

His cock went immediately, painfully hard. It wasn’t fair.

“Such a very lovely spirit,” Soren repeated, hand wrapping fully around his cock. It felt like there was a live connection between his cock and Soren’s hand.

Eric gasped, his fingers fighting to curl in their gauze.

Soren deepened the kiss, tongue teasing its way into his mouth as the sweet touch to his cock slid up and down. No hands had ever felt so good, not his own, not anyone else’s ever, and this was such a gentle touch. His eyes crossed, and his heart began to pound furiously.

Pulling up on his cock, Soren held him there, thumb rubbing back and forth across his slit. He swore for a moment there was electricity flowing through him.

“Such fun we will have, Petyr. You have a sensitive slit; that opens so many doors to us.”

He had no idea what that meant, but it made Soren’s voice thick.

“I’m going to fill your mouth and your ass and your cock. You’re going to be such a pretty pony.” Soren pressed a finger into his slit, then stroked him again.

Eric arched, toes actually touching the floor and he nearly lost his seat.

Soren had him, though, arm firm around his back. “Easy, pony. Easy does it.”

“I. I. I…” God, his balls ached.

“Stop thinking and let your body do what comes naturally.” Soren’s hand tightened on his cock again, the stroking resuming, the pleasure huge. On each upstroke, Soren worked his slit. Mouth against his ear, Soren whispered, the words heated, “Come for me now, my pretty pony.”

“Please…” His body responded like it was on autopilot, spunk pouring from him.

“I love how you smell,” Soren told him. “I wonder if you taste just as good.” With that, Soren brought his hand up to his mouth and licked Eric’s spunk from his fingers.

Eric’s cock jerked, more seed throbbing from him.


Sean
smut fixes everything

Smutterday - Amnesia

Who wouldn’t want a do over?

When Thaine wakes up in the hospital after a bull-riding injury, he immediately asks for his lover, Jerry. He has no idea who this man next to his bed is, despite the fact Drew insists they have been an item for the last five years.

Thaine’s best friend, Jesse, calls Jerry. He thinks it’s a pretty crappy thing to do to the new boyfriend, but tells himself it’s unlikely Jerry will come after so many years. He also doesn’t get why Thaine would pass up the opportunity to be with Drew since he’s young, optimistic, and hardworking. In short, everything Jesse ever wanted in a man.

Jerry still carries a torch for his cowboy, so when Thaine asks to go home with him to recover, Jerry agrees. At first they pick up their intense physical relationship right where they left it before the breakup. Jesse, in turn, consoles the now homeless Drew and offers him quite a bit more than a shoulder to cry on. But in the back of all the men’s minds loom Thaine’s lost five years.

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“Yeah, okay.” Drew resisted the urge to go to Jesse, slide his hands over Jesse’s shoulders, and kiss him.

Nice ass too—strong, muscled, meant for touching. Drew took a few steps toward the fire, toward Jesse, drawn to the man, to that solid, quiet strength. To that peace.

Jesse stood and turned toward him, outlined by the fire. Oh. Oh, he was beautiful. Drew closed the space between them, coming close enough so he could feel the heat of Jesse’s body. He tilted his head, eyes on Jesse’s mouth. God, he wanted. He wanted Jesse.

He maybe wanted Jesse more than he wanted Thaine to remember and come back.

A better man would have waited until he was sure, but Drew didn’t wait. He leaned in the last little bit until his lips were up against Jesse’s. Jesse blinked, then wrapped one hand around the back of Drew’s head, tongue pushing right in to taste him. Groaning, Drew opened wide, letting Jesse in as he melted against Jesse’s strong, sturdy body. He wrapped his arms around Jesse’s waist.

Jesse held him, tongue taking his mouth, slow and sure, steady. Intense. He’d never had a kiss blow him away like this before. Never. He whimpered softly, fingers wrapped in the material of Jesse’s shirt, holding on as his tongue moved against Jesse’s.

Jesse tugged him close, cock hard and hot against his hip. Oh God, Jesse really wanted him. Really, really. And his own cock was hard, and a tiny part of his brain couldn’t believe he was doing this while the rest of him closed his eyes and felt.

Lean and firm, Jesse’s body rested against him. So hot, and the scent of him rolled through Drew again, all sunshine and hay and musk. A shudder went through him, and he moaned softly, opening wider, giving himself over to the wonderful sensation of being in Jesse’s arms, of being kissed.

One kiss melted into another and another, Jesse’s mouth exploring him, driving him clean out of his mind as Jesse’s mustache tickled him. Drew spread his hands wide, touching as much of Jesse’s back as he could. Jesse’s solid body held him upright, made him want. He felt breathless and light-headed.

Jesse finally lifted his head, watching him, breathing hard. “Damn, Drew.”

He looked up at Jesse, staring into Jesse’s eyes, his own breath gasping out of him. “I never knew.”

Jesse kept holding on. “You okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I think I’m really okay.” He kept holding on too, didn’t want to let go. “You?”

“Yeah. Can I kiss you again?”

Oh, yeah. “Please.” Now that he’d opened the bottle, there was no way the genie was going back in.

He brought their lips together again, tongue rubbing softly along the inside of Jesse’s lower lip. Jesse’s hand started moving, stroking, loving on him. He couldn’t believe how special he felt from these few kisses and caresses. He could feel the care in every touch, the same care that was always evident in Jesse’s smile and his eyes, but more, immediate.

Drew opened his mouth, teasing Jesse’s tongue back in as his own hands started to move, rubbing slowly up and down along Jesse’s back. They moved together, almost dancing, the crickets and frogs making music for them. As they moved, Drew started needing hard, and he rubbed against Jesse, small whimpers coming from him.

“It’s okay. I got you.” Jesse drew him closer, one thigh pushing between his legs.

“God, Jesse.” That care, that love, nearly had him undone.

He brought their mouths back together again, rubbing against Jesse’s solid thigh. Jesse panted against him, moaning against his lips, hands encouraging him to move and shift and rock. It felt so good, hot and sexy. The fact that this was Jesse, well, that made it even better, made the warmth that had been sitting in his stomach all day spread everywhere.

Drew held his hand against the bulge in Jesse’s jeans, wanting to make sure Jesse was feeling good too. Hard, hot, straining against his touch. Yeah, Jesse was feeling him. Jesse was big—thick, and long.

Moaning into the kiss, Drew thrust his hips harder, rubbing himself against Jesse’s thigh as he groped along Jesse’s cock. He didn’t know if it was because of what had happened with Thaine, because they were out under the big sky, or because it was Jesse himself, but this, this rubbing through clothes, felt better than anything he’d had in a long time.

“You…. I…. Drew.” Jesse’s hands clenched, tugging him closer, the kiss going wild.

He met Jesse’s fierce kiss head on, his hips sawing against Jesse. He was going to come. Really soon. He didn’t stop, though, didn’t back away or slow down; he went for it. Jesse squeezed him tight, hips jerking against him.

Drew tore his mouth away long enough to gasp, “Gonna…,” and then kissed Jesse again, tongue fucking in and out of Jesse’s mouth as his hips jerked, his orgasm moving through his body. He cried out into Jesse’s mouth, spunk filling his jeans.


Sean
smut fixes everything

Smutterday - Hiding in the Snow

Boston Bremmer, a freelance photojournalist who specialises in wildlife photography, has made his way to the mountains of Uzbekistan to meet up with biologist Mickey Donaldson to take pictures and video of the snow leopard in its natural habitat for a conservation documentary. The men get off on the wrong foot at base camp, though, and haven’t really buried the hatchet by the time they’re dropped off and begin their two-day trek up to where they’re going to set up their blind.

It isn’t just the big cat that’s a danger, though, and before they’ve even made it to their remote destination, they’re brought together by nature in the form of a terrible storm, and then an avalanche.

It’s a tall order, but Boston and Mickey are going to have to survive each other, the snow leopard and mother nature herself before the job is done. Can they get out with their lives and the film they need, let alone find love, when buried in the snow?

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Smutty Excerpt:

"You're a weird one, aren't you?" Mouse chuckled, eating the pudding with his fingers, licking them clean.

Oh, fuck, just look at that. Boston was distracted for a few moments by the sucking, and then he shook himself. "Weird? Me? Not really."

"No? I thought all photojournalists were."

Dip.

Lick.

Suck.

If Boston wasn't so damn fascinated by what Mouse was doing, he might have been offended. As it was, he was just trying to keep his cock from responding too eagerly. "Um... huh?" Boston finally realized he'd totally lost the train of their conversation. Damn it.

"I was asking if your pudding was okay." Mouse licked his lips. He'd be mad about the teasing if it looked like Mouse had the slightest idea what he was doing.

"I think yours is better." He hadn't meant to say it, but it came blurting out anyway. Pudding had to taste better sucked off Mouse's fingers, right?

"Yeah? You think so? Want a bite?"

"I do." Shit no, that was probably a bad idea. Still, he was leaning forward, wasn't he? Mouth open like a fucking baby bird's.

Mouse reached over, glob of pudding on his finger.

Fuck. It should have been gross, instead it was sexy. He wasn't even into food as a sex thing. It didn't matter, he leaned over and took Mouse's finger right in, sucking on it hard. Mouse groaned, the sound surprisingly hot. Boston kept sucking, even when there wasn't any pudding left, and when he finally started to let go, his teeth grazed along Mouse's skin.

"I. Damn. You. Yeah." Oh, that was coherent. Boston met Mouse's gaze, the man's fingertip still in his mouth.

Mouse stared, nostrils flaring. "I. You want another bite?"

He nodded, tongue playing with Mouse's fingertip.

"You're hungry. You ever shared dessert on a job before?"

He finally let Mouse's finger slide from between his lips. "No, I can't say I have." His voice had gone all crushed gravel. Just from one little bite of pudding. The taste of one finger on his tongue.

"No. Me either." Mouse scooped up another bite. "This is probably a shitty idea."

It was exactly what he'd thought right after Mouse had offered to share. "What? Us sharing pudding?"

"Uh-huh." Mouse's finger slipped right into Boston's mouth.

He sucked the pudding off it and then didn't even pretend he wasn't sucking Mouse's finger like it was the man's cock.

"Damn. Damn, you're... oral." Mouse shifted, legs making a shushing sound inside his bag.

Oh yeah, he was. Big time. He loved sucking - fingers, tongues, nipples, cocks, asses. Give him a naked man and he could feast for days. He smiled around Mouse's finger and let it slide slowly from between his lips.

"I. Damn. Hey."

Grinning, Boston gave Mouse's finger one last lick. "So. We have shelter. We've napped. We've eaten. Whatever will we do with the rest of our time?"

Sean
smut fixes everything

Smutterday - Blue Collar

I haven't posted for a Smutterday in so long that I thought it was about time I played catch-up, so there will be several posted throughout the day today to make up for the lack of smuttage of late.

Kendall Webber is deep in the closet. Between working in a garage, having been in the army and a fundamentalist preacher step-father who sent him to summer camps to make him straight, he’s learned to hide his sexuality from absolutely everyone.

Still, when Barton Willis the Third roars into the garage with his Mustang, Kendall can’t help but look, just a little. When Barton not only looks back but invites him in, Kendall’s whole world is turned upside down.

Can Barton help Kendall let go of the past and the attitudes he had literally beaten into him?

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“Beautiful, isn’t it?” He came to stand behind Ken, stepping close but not touching him yet.

“It is. Sparkly.”

He could feel Kendall’s heat, smell the man’s skin. He closed the final distance between them, pressing up against Ken’s back.

Kendall stiffened, took a deep, quick breath. “Mr.—”

“Call me Barton.” The sir could come later.

“Barton.”

He could feel Kendall’s ass jerking and jumping against him.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” He wrapped one arm around Ken’s chest.

“What are you doing?” Ken’s heart was pounding, a hammer against his arm.

“Holding you.” He waited, eager for the next volley in this game they were playing.

“Why?”

“Because you’re hot.”

Kendall shook his head and tried to step forward, but Barton held on.

“Who told you being gay was wrong, Ken?” How hard would breaking through that be?

“It doesn’t matter. I’m not…”

“Of course it matters, because you are and someone told you that was wrong. Only they were the ones who were wrong. Ken…” It broke his heart that there were still gay men who believed the people who indoctrinated them. It made him furious that a nice, good-looking stud like Ken had been made to feel wrong.

“Don’t talk to me like we’re friends, man. Like we know each other, because we don’t.”

“I want to know you, though. You make me want to.” Barton wasn’t going to be driven away.

“You don’t seem like the kind to slum with mechanics.”

Barton had to suppress another growl. “You think I’m slumming? That’s not what this is about.”

“What is it about?”

“It’s about me being immensely attracted to you. And I don’t believe it’s one-sided either.” He knew Kendall would have been long gone if it was.

“Do you come on to every man you’re attracted to?” Ken asked.

“I’ve never been attracted to a man the way I’m attracted to you.”

“Bullshit.” Kendall stepped away. “Don’t lie like that.”

“Excuse me?” He was going to start growling now. “What the fuck makes you think I’m lying to you? Because I’m not.”

“No one is just attracted to me.”

He grabbed Ken’s hand and pressed it against his cock, which was pushing against his slacks. “What’s that then?”

“Oh God.” Kendall’s fingers curled, cupping him. Measuring him.

Groaning, he pushed into Ken’s hand.

“We shouldn’t. We really shouldn’t do this.” Still, Kendall didn’t stop touching.

“Yes, we should. It feels really good.”

Ken nodded, hand moving, sliding in the perfect rhythm.

“Would be even better without the pants,” Barton suggested.

“Shh. This isn’t happening.”

“It is. And it would be better without pants.”

“Someone will come with the food.” Up. Down. Up. Down.

Barton groaned. “Now you’re being logical?”

“I think so.”

His balls drew up. “Don’t want to come in them.” He really didn’t. Even if the main motivation was to feel Ken’s hand directly on his prick.

“Should I stop?” Ken moved his hand away.

“No!”

He stepped forward and Kendall’s finger unzipped the first inch of his slacks. “You won’t tell?”

“Who am I going to tell, Ken?”

“My boss, for one. He’d kick my ass.”

“I’m not going to tell anyone, Ken.” He couldn’t imagine being so scared of being who he was and his heart went out to Kendall.

His zipper went down another inch, then another.

“That’s it, baby. Please.”

The single “please” got his pants open, his dick in Ken’s fingers. Moaning, he pushed into the touch, his hands grabbing hold of Ken’s hips to keep himself balanced. The touch was untutored, untried, arousing as fuck.

“Don’t stop.” It wasn’t going to take long.

“I won’t. I promise.”

Oh, oh fuck, that was sweet.

Barton licked his lips, panting. Ken had delicious calluses, dragging on his skin, teasing him. He wanted to take his time, explore these feelings, the sensations. If they were interrupted, though, it might ruin things, so he let Ken’s touches pull him over. Crying out, he jerked, his spunk pouring out over Ken’s hand.

“Oh.” Ken looked shocked, stunned, incredibly turned on.

He took a quick, hard kiss. “So fucking good.”

“I…I’ll get the towel.”

“There are tea towels in the kitchen. Not to mention, you could try a taste of me.” He was going to push Ken every step of the way until the man reveled in who he was.

“I’ll be right back.”

Well, it had been worth a try. At least Ken was only running as far as the kitchen.

He heard the water running from downstairs, then it stopped. He waited for the towel—he wasn’t going to zip back up until he’d cleaned off his prick. It was really too bad Ken wouldn’t lick him clean. One step at a time. He could be patient when he had to be.

Ken came back with a kitchen towel, face and hands shiny and damp.

He took the towel and wiped himself clean. “Did you take a taste?”

“What?” Oh, there was guilt there.

“My spunk. Did you taste?” He moved in, not letting Ken run from him.

“I don’t…” Ken backed up. “The food should be here soon.”

“It should. Are you hungry…for food?”

“Uh-huh.” There was a drop of spunk at the corner of Ken’s mouth, so tiny. Yes!

Leaning in, Barton licked it away. “We’re going to have a wonderful dinner together.”


Sean
smut fixes everything

Smutterday - Little Square of Cloth

When Peter is unexpectedly thrust into a BDSM club with a black hankie in his right back pocket, he has no idea that he’s signaling being a hard core sub who is up for anything. Lucky for him, Master Rupert takes one look and falls for the unwitting sub and takes Peter under his wing, in more ways than one.

Can a rescue at a club turn into so much more?

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Standing there, Rupert stroked his right cheek. "Tell me, Peter, have you ever been kissed?"

This was so embarrassing. "My prom date in high school. It didn't go well."

"Well, if you're going to kiss a girl..." Rupert winked.

"Yeah. I'm not the bravest guy." He'd fantasized about kissing a man forever, but he wasn't sure he wasn't going to simple expire.

"I think you're doing just fine, boy." Rupert tilted Peter's head slightly and slowly, so very slowly, brought their mouths together.

Their lips met, and Peter whimpered and creamed his jeans like a teenager.

Groaning, Rupert slid his tongue across Peter's lips, the kiss continuing. Peter couldn't decide whether to run or press close, so he went with staying as still as he could.

"Beautiful boy," murmured Rupert, before rubbing their lips together again.

"I didn't mean to...You're so hot."

"I'm taking it as a huge compliment." Rupert smiled widely. "Now if we can get you back up again so you can come from my touch this time..."

Peter didn't think it was going to be a problem.

Stroking his cheek once more, Rupert drew the black kerchief out of his own pocket. "This is going to come in handy after, all, isn't it?"

Oh.  Damn. Peter reached for the cloth.

Rupert shook his head. "No, I'll do the honors."

Then Rupert's fingers were at his waist, tugging open the button of his jeans. The urge to panic was huge, but the bigger urge was to suck in, let Rupert in. Gaze holding his, Rupert undid his zipper.

Peter's cock was still hard, pushing out toward that huge hand like he was the biggest slut ever.

"Mmm. That's a lovely cock, boy." Rupert wrapped one hand around his cock. Touching him. That amazing hand was on his prick.

"Th...thank you, Sir." Peter stared, his brain trying to understand what he was seeing, what he was feeling.

Carefully, gently, Rupert used the black hankie to clean his prick off, then wiped the inside of his jeans as well.

"Is this real?" he whispered, swallowing over and over.

"If it isn't, it's the best fantasy ever, isn't it?"

"God, yes."


Sean
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Friday, June 17, 2016

Random Friday

TGIF!!

I have had a busy day and gotten a lot done. Submissions, smutterday excerpts set up, and two edits taken care of. Now I get to spend the rest of the day writing. I'm hoping for a productive evening.

I have another edit to do this weekend.

I haven't said much about the weather lately. We've had a return of summer weather -- high temps and lots of hot sunshine, but at least it isn't too humid yet. Going out is hot, but there isn't that total life-zapping humidity in the air.

I have a new book out today -- the next in the Shifter Rescue series from Changeling. This one is the follow-up on Shifter Rescue: Fading.

Shifter Rescue: Freedom

Mated lynx shifters Hill and Cather have been rescued by the good people at the Old Tavern Club, specifically by Jag, who has brought them back from the brink of death and convinced them to give life, and possibly love, another chance.

Jag wants to be more than just their rescuer, though. He desires to be not only their Master, but the recipient of their love as well. Hill's all on board, but Cather is going to take more convincing, especially when he begins to have trouble shifting from one form to the other.

Can Jag help Cather solve this new obstacle to their freedom, or are the lynx's doomed to remain in their new rooms at the Old Tavern for the rest of their lives?

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Have a great weekend :)

Sean
smut fixes everything


Wednesday, June 15, 2016

Wednesday Book Day

Usually I talk about books in general and reading on Wednesday Book Days, but today I've got a self-pub of a brand new book out and I'm excited about it and want to share!

I've started a new series called Modifications. The premise is that there are these two demons who have set up a way of making men's fantasies come true - for a small price where small means they get all the money and all the power the men wielded. The guys don't care because they're in an alternate dimension where no matter what their fantasy was it can come true.

The first book explores Pony Play and I was so pleased to be able to spend more time on the subject than I have in the past. Both books that I have featuring it are much shorter. SWAK: Pony Play is a little less than half as long as this new one, and Velvet Stables which is a collection of short stories exploring both Pony and Puppy Play.

This time I got to really explore it from the beginning to training to spending time performing as a pony. It was great fun to write and Hot as well, if I do say so myself. It's also got a wonderful cover by Kris Norris on it!

Modifications: Mane and Tail

Eric Martin is a successful businessman, but he’s lonely, he’s stressed, and there’s something missing from his life. At least that is, until he meets Daryus at a conference. Daryus promises he can offer Eric all his fantasies come true. A second meeting at a bar one night, leads Eric through a door into a world where he suddenly finds himself as the ‘pony’ of groom Soren.

Soren is a groom of human ponies who is working off his debt to a demon by training men in pony play. He enjoys his work a lot and one day hopes to have a pony of his own as a reward for all the good work he’s done and to celebrate the payment of his debt. When Eric appears in his stall, Soren believes that day has finally come.

Eric can’t believe the stables he finds himself in are real. His pony fantasies are just that – fantasies. Not only that, he’s never shared them with anyone, so how could Daryus have known? Between Eric’s confusion and lack of experience, Soren has his work cut out not only training Eric, but convincing him that this is real and that Eric doesn’t ever need to go back to his old world.

With a little demon magic and a lot of care, Eric and Soren just might find everything they need to be both happy and together.

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Sean
smut fixes everything

Tuesday, June 14, 2016

Contest Winners and New Contest

Congrats to M, winner of an ebook copy of Amnesia and to Donna, winner of a print copy of Amnesia!

This week's contest is for these two little fluffy kitties to represent Hill and Cather from Shifter Rescue: Fading and Shifter Rescue: Freedom -- Freedom comes out from Changeling Press on Friday!

For the contest, send me an email with freedom in the subject line (seanmichaelwrites @ gmail . com without the spaces) and I will pick a winner on Saturday morning. I am happy to ship overseas (including Australia) so don't let where you live stop you from entering the contest.


Shifter Rescue: Freedom

Mated lynx shifters Hill and Cather have been rescued by the good people at the Old Tavern Club, specifically by Jag, who has brought them back from the brink of death and convinced them to give life, and possibly love, another chance.

Jag wants to be more than just their rescuer, though. He desires to be not only their Master, but the recipient of their love as well. Hill's all on board, but Cather is going to take more convincing, especially when he begins to have trouble shifting from one form to the other.

Can Jag help Cather solve this new obstacle to their freedom, or are the lynx's doomed to remain in their new rooms at the Old Tavern for the rest of their lives?

Available on Friday the 17th of June at Changeling Press.


Sean
smut fixes everything

Monday, June 13, 2016

My God It's Monday

I still feel like I don't have words today. My usual My God It's Monday rambling bits and pieces seem trite and unimportant. Oh, I imagine they're always fairly trite and unimportant, and usually that's okay. It doesn't feel okay today.

My heart goes out to everyone who lost a loved one. My heart goes out to everyone who feels afraid to be themselves because of this. It makes me sad and it makes me angry and I - as always - don't understand why people can't just live their own lives and let others live theirs.

Sean


Sunday, June 12, 2016

Suddenly Sunday

I have no words of my own. I know this song was written about a different shooting but, more than 30 years later, it might as well have been written for today.

Sunday Bloody Sunday

I can't believe the news today
Oh, I can't close my eyes
And make it go away
How long...
How long must we sing this song
How long, how long...
'cause tonight...we can be as one
Tonight...

Broken bottles under children's feet
Bodies strewn across the dead end street
But I won't heed the battle call
It puts my back up
Puts my back up against the wall

Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday

And the battle's just begun
There's many lost, but tell me who has won
The trench is dug within our hearts
And mothers, children, brothers, sisters
Torn apart

Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday

How long...
How long must we sing this song
How long, how long...
'cause tonight...we can be as one
Tonight...tonight...

Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday

Wipe the tears from your eyes
Wipe your tears away
Oh, wipe your tears away
Oh, wipe your tears away
(Sunday, Bloody Sunday)
Oh, wipe your blood shot eyes
(Sunday, Bloody Sunday)

Sunday, Bloody Sunday (Sunday, Bloody Sunday)
Sunday, Bloody Sunday (Sunday, Bloody Sunday)

And it's true we are immune
When fact is fiction and TV reality
And today the millions cry
We eat and drink while tomorrow they die

(Sunday, Bloody Sunday)

The real battle just begun
To claim the victory Jesus won
On...

Sunday Bloody Sunday
Sunday Bloody Sunday...

   --U2

Sean

Friday, June 10, 2016

Random Friday

I slept in a bit this morning. Not a whole lot, but enough that I'm feeling rather blinky and slow. Hopefully it'll translate into more awake a little later in the day, though.

It's another beautiful day. We have had an amazing week and I have reveled in it. I was even cold a couple of mornings with the back door open! There was rain in the mornings at the beginning of the week, which everything very much needed. The brown patches of grass that were three months early greened back up. So yay on that. Aside from the rainy days, the humidity has stayed low, and there's been a gorgeous breeze, and it's been less than 22C all week. If this was how it could be all summer long, I would be a very happy camper. As it is, I'll just appreciate these days while I have them.

The weekend looks like it's going to continue with the loveliness in the weather department, so yay on that!

I've been working on blog posts this week, a few every day. The hardest thing about blog posts is coming up with a whole bunch on the same book. I do great the first few posts. Then it gets harder. So the last few I have to write today are going to take longer to write up. Of course, once I've figured out what I'm going to write the blog post on, I'm usually good.

I'm working on edits for Mane and Tail, the first book in a new self-pubbed series I'm doing called Modifications. The premise on this one is that there are these two demons who have figured out how to tap into people's deepest, darkest fantasies and make them come true. They trade these for power. This first book features pony play. I've one the pony play before but at 32000 words, this'll be the longest one and has let me explore it a little more in depth. Once my editor and I are happy with it, it'll go off to formatting. I'm hoping to have it out before the end of June.

The lovely cover is by Kris Norris who managed to take my awkward and complicated ramblings on what I was looking for and turned it into a fantastic cover.

I have finally gotten the Amber Quill titles organized. All Romance Ebooks will be taking the paranormals and I shall be self-publishing the rest in five collections. Aside from the almost novel length one. That one I'm self-pubbing as a stand alone and it's already out on All Romance Ebooks - and 20% off at the moment, too.

Blue Collar

Kendall Webber is deep in the closet. Between working in a garage, having been in the army and a fundamentalist preacher step-father who sent him to summer camps to make him straight, he’s learned to hide his sexuality from absolutely everyone.

Still, when Barton Willis the Third roars into the garage with his Mustang, Kendall can’t help but look, just a little. When Barton not only looks back but invites him in, Kendall’s whole world is turned upside down.

Can Barton help Kendall let go of the past and the attitudes he had literally beaten into him?

Buy links:
All Romance Ebooks
Amazon (I'll add this in as soon as I have it)

I hope everyone has a fantastic weekend!

Sean
smut fixes everything

Thursday, June 9, 2016

Throwback Thursday

I lived in Montreal from 1967 - 1990 and from 9th grade on, my summers were taken up by the Montreal Expos. I would cut clippings out of the paper, I would listen to the games on the radio and keep stats. I had favorite players (Tim Wallach, Andre Dawson, Gary Carter to name a few) and I would take the metro to the Big O and spend a dollar for bleacher seats to cheer them on. Every now and then I would get very lucky and my best friend's father, who was a stockbroker at the time, would get amazing seats from clients. Like third row, behind the Expos' dugout and he would bring us with him.

While I no longer lived in Montreal by 2004, I was still sad to see the team leave the city.

I might still have my stuffed Youppi in a box somewhere... (yes, the mascot was this big orange furry guy called Youppi - which is french for hooray)



Sean
smut fixes everything

Tuesday, June 7, 2016

Movie Tuesday

Saw two movies this week. One on Shomi - Aftershock, and one was 'rented' through Rogers - Victor Frankenstein.

Aftershock was sort of a horror movie - filmed and produced in Chile. And it was slow to get to the disaster/horror part, but that was okay because there was something fascinating about this Chilean concert promoter, his best friend and their 'gringo' friend. They met up with some chicks and wound up travelling with them. It was all very odd but not in a bad way.

Then the earthquake happened (just over halfway through the movie) and things went to hell (for the characters). I think it was very realistic the way they had people reacting in the club to the earthquake itself, and to the people being hurt. From there it got worse, a tsunami warning, escaped prisoners, rape, murder, escaping through tunnels beneath the church only to be taken out by the tsunami - one by one everyone of the original six died. All in all, not a terrible movie.

Then I watched Victor Frankenstein, which is only a couple of years old. Why had I never seen any previews for this movie? It was a neat take on the Frankenstein story. The acting was superb, the cinematography beautiful and the story line interesting. It was very... lush and that contrasted well with the parts that weren't. I don't want to say too much because I don't want to spoil anyone who might want to see it. I totally enjoyed it.

I'm feeling like a movie again tonight. So I'll have to poke around and see what all is available and what I'm in the mood for.

Happy Tuesday!
Sean
smut fixes everything

My God It's Monday

It's still Monday if I haven't gone to bed yet, right? Even though it's after midnight? Yes, yes, it is ;)

A nice day today. Weather was decent. I got an edit turned around. Got another reprint ready for formatting. Hopefully I'll get it (Blue Collar) out before the weekend.

Got lots of writing done, too. Got deadlines to meet.

So it's been a productive day. Yay.

But it's late, so this is short today.

Have a great week!

Sean
smut fixes everything

Monday, June 6, 2016

Contest Winner and New Contest for week of June 6

Congratulations to Jen W, winner of a print copy of Windbrothers: Desert. You can buy Windbrothers: Desert in either ebook or paperback at DSP Publications.

This week's contest is for Amnesia, currently available for pre-order, coming out June 13. Send me an email with "I forget" in the subject line to seanmichaelwrites @ gmail . com (without the spaces) before Saturday June 11. I'll randomly choose two winners on Saturday morning - one to get the ebook and another to get the print book. This is a reprint - thank you to Dreamspinner for re-publishing it!


Amnesia

Who wouldn’t want a do over?

When Thaine wakes up in the hospital after a bull-riding injury, he immediately asks for his lover, Jerry. He has no idea who this man next to his bed is, despite the fact Drew insists they have been an item for the last five years.

Thaine’s best friend, Jesse, calls Jerry. He thinks it’s a pretty crappy thing to do to the new boyfriend, but tells himself it’s unlikely Jerry will come after so many years. He also doesn’t get why Thaine would pass up the opportunity to be with Drew since he’s young, optimistic, and hardworking. In short, everything Jesse ever wanted in a man.

Jerry still carries a torch for his cowboy, so when Thaine asks to go home with him to recover, Jerry agrees. At first they pick up their intense physical relationship right where they left it before the breakup. Jesse, in turn, consoles the now homeless Drew and offers him quite a bit more than a shoulder to cry on. But in the back of all the men’s minds loom Thaine’s lost five years.

Buy links:
Dreamspinner Press
Amazon
All Romance Ebooks
Barnes & Noble
Kobo

Sean 
smut fixes everything