Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Whispers Speak

I close my eyes, as the gentle breeze cools my overheated frame. The sun has tucked itself into the folds of darkness, closing the portal to the perception of light. However, it opens another portal to a dimension of undefined sounds and pleasures. I rest in my chair, as the wind brings me a tempting ballad. I can hear desire strumming the chords of a yearning soul. Moaning softly, I run my tongue across my parched lips. I like it when they call to me. I like when I hear the song their lips will never sing. Yes, I love it when their dreams speak....

Upon the breeze of an open window I appear. I see you step out of the shower and wipe away the steam from the mirror. Quietly, you stand there gazing at yourself, wondering if the person you see is really you. You slip into a silk nitey and open a chilled bottle of merlot. Your pour yourself a glass and sit on the edge of the bed. Your thoughts betray you. I moan as they surge through my body, awakening me. Slowly you moisten your lips, as your juices are flowing signaling your arousal is complete…

Monday, March 16, 2015

Guest Author Feature: Angelica Dawson

Will has no interest in women. He thinks them all animals to be trained, beaten. It doesn't take him long to discover his preference for men, but time and error reveal how wrong view toward women is. Before long, he is able to separate the way he treats women, which is still horrific, from the way he regards women, as fellow human beings. 
How does a slave become an equal? What does it take for a young man to see women in a new light? 
In the fourth installment of her Blue Moon House series, Angelica introduces Will, a slave boy from the early nineteenth century. You can purchase Slave on Amazon, Smashwords, and Naughty Nights Press.

Angelica Dawson is the author of Blue Moon House, which has been in the top ten best-selling titles at Naughty Nights Press for over six months. She has also written two short stories, “The Highest Bidder” and “Leave Taking” which were each included in anthologies.
She contributes flash fiction to several blogging collectives and excerpts from work in progress can also be found on her blog. She is active on Facebook  and Twitter.

She has been writing for several years and having sex a lot longer than that. Angelica is a wife, mother and environmental consultant. Her love of plants and the outdoors is not diminished by the bloodsucking hoards – mosquitoes and black flies, not vampires.

Here is an excerpt from Slave:

Will waited in the room he had recently cleaned. It was earlier than the vampires usually received their clients, but he was already in the house. He was also eager. He had left this room until last, and had put away his rags, mop and bucket, waiting for Nicholas.

“I didn’t hear you leave,” Nicholas said as he entered. “I was tempted to rest longer and make you wait, but I don’t want to strain your trust. Will, take off your clothes. When you are in this room, for any reason other than cleaning it, you will remove your clothes. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master.” He shed his pants quickly, tossing them in the corner. As usual, he hadn't worn a shirt.

“Good, now put your hands behind your back.”

Will obeyed, closing his eyes and trying to smooth his breathing.

Nicholas moved around him and Will looked over his shoulder but didn’t turn around. He heard wooden doors creak on their hinge, and then felt ropes wrap his wrists. His cock, beginning to elongate from undressing, stretched further.

“You like this?” Nicholas asked, the rope seeming to wind more and more, all the way to his elbows.

“Yes, M-Master,” Will answered, stuttering.

“Good. Now kneel.”

Will had to be careful to get down on his knees without falling on his face. He had no arms to brace himself with. He managed though, and as soon as he had, Nicholas rounded him and attached a small leather sleeve over his penis. He cinched it tight and Will experienced a new sensation. The pull toward his tip, normally steadily met with a surge back, was halted. His penis continued to fill, to throb, but none of his blood could come back.

“Master, I—”

“Silence,” Nicholas said. “Trust me, Will.” He bent over the boy and licked up the side of his neck. 
Will closed his eyes, enjoying the tingle and tickle the vampire’s wet tongue made. He’d only begun to sigh, when a pinch followed. Will cried out at the sudden piercing, then gasped at the fire that sped from his wound to his belly, his nuts, his bound cock.

“Master!” he shouted. “I’m going to explode!”

“No you aren’t, Will. That ring won’t let you.” As soon as Nicholas took his mouth from Will’s neck the fire began to subside. It was just as Nicholas had told him, the heat of passion itself was in their bite.

Circling Will, Nicholas repeated his procedure on the other side of Will’s neck. He screamed out again, the pain in his cock mounting as it tried to release and was unable.

“Soon, Will, soon,” Nicholas promised, smoothing the boy’s short curls, and tilting his head up for a kiss. Will happily accepted that, catching his breath while filling his heart. He might not have an understanding of love, but he was sure this was how it felt.