My views on religion are infamous in my family, especially from my mother’s point of view. We do not discuss it and so can live in peace together.
Not even here under a pen name do I want to get into what I really think about The Bible or God or even the faithful.
I’ll just say that I have some ideas, I’m cool with those changing as I continue to grow up, I’m also fine with you doing your thing over there while I do mine over here, and leave it at that.
And then I had to go and write about Satan falling in love with a very special guy from the point of view of the devil himself.
Of course, I don’t want to give away the little twist in this story that’s made quite a few gasp, but it’s who Oscar actually is that’s gotten me in a little, uh, boiling brimstone.
My mother prays for me. She really does.
What inspired this particular story, though? Pure wickedness. A little bit of “oh what the hell” and a dash of “this might be interesting” while seeing if it’s possible to get a few folks to clutch their rosaries in scandalized titillation.
I think I’ve succeeded at that last bit.
And since I earned the first zero-star review from a blog that's since gone the way of the dodo who ran it, I'm quite proud of my evil little self. I mean, if your faith can't take a hit now and again, that's your issue not mine.
Honestly, though, if I showed you the image that inspired this story, I’d ruin the really fun bit near the end and I could never forgive myself for that. I will offer up that age-old assurance that if I’m going to hell, at least I know I’ll be among friends.
Until we meet again on the other side of the rainbow.
We all woke up to the terrible news on Sunday 12th June, 2016, of the horrific attack in Orlando, and not only did it affect the LGBT community, it also outraged the world.
So many of us felt powerless as we watched the horror unfold upon our screens, but Patricia Strehle had a remarkable idea, one that would galvanize an entire community into action. Patricia brought a group of people together with the idea of creating a book, an anthology, and to donate all the money from the sales of that anthology to the families affected by this terrible tragedy.
Over The Rainbow is the result of that noble idea, stories given by so many wonderful authors from all over the world. These stories are meant to inspire, to warm the heart, and to bring a smile or a gentle laugh to help guide us all through the darkness, and to remind us that we all inhabit this world together, that we need to be kind, and that sometimes, we just need to follow that yellow brick road hand in hand.
This guy… Let's call him Raul… definitely has a story to tell.
John, who happens to see Raul just like this, is captivated by Raul’s blatant display. So much so, that John’s only option is to holler out his apartment number and then buzz in this brazen temptation. I mean, he can’t leave the man standing down there like this.
Someone else might get him.
But once John has Raul in his apartment, things take a turn he did not expect at all. There’s “hope” in the title of the story, so it’s not some one-hander that’ll just leave you sticky at the end of it all. (Not that it doesn’t have it’s moments! *ahem* Anyway…) This is just the beginning for John and Raul. It just happens to be a very physical beginning.
Get your copy of Hope Is Good to see how John and Raul's relationship starts.
His cigarette smoke wakes me up. Until last week, I hated the smell. Now, I associate it with this golden young man standing on my balcony in a soft, rumpled, baby blue T-shirt and nothing else.
I smile to myself, remembering how I hadn’t been able to care about stripping him properly before throwing him on the bed and devouring his plump ass. His briefs shackling his thighs, he’d moaned and pressed his hole onto my tongue. I’d gotten him wet and open before shoving into him as I held him down on his stomach. I’d collapsed on him as I came, pleased to discover he’d come without touching himself and was shocked by that.
I do so love firsts.
I get up, though, as one of his firsts jumps out at me again. I’m his first man. He’s twenty-four and he’s been with girls all his life. Reminding myself he came on to me last week when we met isn’t easing my worries anymore. I’m terrified I’m just a fling, just an experiment while he’s on vacation, because I’ve fallen hard for him, this kid half my age.
I only drag my eyes away from the sight of him lit by the sunrise over the ocean so I can relieve myself in the bathroom. I catch a look at my reflection in the mirror and try to school my features so I look more confident and less like I’m about to lose my boyfriend.
Welcome to my little addition to the Seductive Studs Blog Hop!
With the re-release of ISHERWOOD happening now, I thought I'd give a insight into how I see the main characters, Cas and Finn.
I like having a photo to represent my characters. It makes remembering the colors of them easier for me, as well as capturing a bit of their personality.
Cas has a little bit of pretty boy going on with that face and cute ginger curls. Deeper down, though, he's lived a tough life. As a werewolf born into a pack that refused to accept gay wolves, he was always either hiding or running from attacks. He's looking for a place where he can relax, be himself, and maybe find love.
Finn has a complicated personality: one the one hand he's a lover and not a fighter, but on the other hand, he'll protect the ones he loves. His sister and nephew have been through hell, the town he calls home is slowly failing, and Finn needs to save everyone. It's natural for him to take in (what he thinks is) an injured, stray dog. Finn needs someone to love, too.
So those are the seductive studs of ISHERWOOD. If you're interested in reading more of their story, it's available from Amazon, All Romance eBooks, and Smashwords (with distribution to other retailers from there).
Okay, so, since Kit was bi, it was possible the turquoise lace bra he'd found under his cheek when he woke up belonged the the girl he'd brought home last night.
Except he looked over and found a blond guy using his toothbrush in the tiny yellow bathroom. A naked blond guy.
So no girl.
Did the bra belong to the guy? That'd be a first. Normally, Kit went for the muscle bear type. Not that he'd judge, but those guys rarely did anything feminine.
And the bra didn't look big enough to circle this guy's massive, furry chest.
Kit was never drinking again. Despite not having too much of a hangover, he couldn't remember some of the night before. Apparently, some significant, bra-wearing moments.
If he'd had his first threesome and couldn't remember it, he was going to be pissed.
"Morning, honey," rumbled a shiver-inducing voice. The blond stood framed in the doorway smirking at Kit. "You gonna get dressed up again?"
Well, that explained the bra. With a gulp, Kit sat up and left the lacy confusion on the bed a couple feet from his knee.
I have never participated in any kind of formal power exchange like in a D/s relationship. All I know is what I’ve read in books, articles, blogs and the occasional misdirected email. Then I saw this photo of a young man, sitting naked in a smoky room, wearing a few common items that might indicate he’s got a kink or three. There was such a lot of attitude on his face, that my first thought on seeing him was… Oh is he asking for it. I may not be a Domme, but I’ll whip your ass for smoking in my house.
But then… If he knows it’s a rule… What would make him break it?
Sometimes you just have to break a rule because you need to.
So Jenner here breaks the no-smoking-inside rule, even though he hasn’t smoked in 7 years. Not only does he do this, he does it knowing Viktor, his husband and Dom, is due home any second now. What then is behind this need to get caught?
Seven months ago, Jenner was attacked while walking home. Brutalized in horrible ways, he’s been recovering ever since. Jenner is well now, but Viktor isn’t. He looks at his boy and sees pain he didn’t inflict, so now he can’t do it. Jenner needs it, though, so something has to give.
Get your copy of Jenner's Needs.
It started vaguely for me. I found a photo of Travis Fimmel looking so lovely but with some underlying attitude that I wanted to explore. I really love this photo and knew I had to write his story someday. But what was his story?
Then I found another shot of him looking so much sweeter and I knew I had to have both sides of him in this story. Attitude would protect sweet.
But why did he need protecting?
Then I discovered the Xdress.com website and all the deliciously wonderful outfits and lingerie designed and made for men to wear. What if this sweet man had a secret? What if he loved to dress up, bend his gender, but was entirely too frightened to let anyone know?
What scared him? What happened to make him hide this side of himself? I thought I needed a better reason that just betting his peers wouldn’t understand or approve. So I raised the stakes for Truman by having him get caught dressed up and feeling so fine. Caught, outed, and abandoned by everyone he thought was supposed to love him unconditionally. Then I gave him scholarships for academics and sports that he cannot attend college without, but that could be taken away from him if he isn’t vigilant about his studies and staying on the team. If he loses either scholarship, he’s homeless and alone all over again.
So I had to give Truman a love interest who’s going to shake up his world, test his beliefs, and draw him out into the light…or just push him into it.
I used to think there were topics I would just NEVER be able to write about. Some because I had no experience and didn’t feel like I knew what I was talking about even after doing research.
So writing BDSM? No. Oh nononono. I couldn’t possibly go there because I’d look stupid as soon as someone who did know what they were doing there read my story. Surely, even with reading blogs and books from both points-of-view (D and s), I’d hork something up and get laughed at.
Then one of the “voices” in my head turned out to be a Dom. I had to then write a short story about a D/s relationship that was slowly falling apart after a hate crime made this Dom question whether he could or even should play with his boy again. Love him? Yes, he’d always love him, but he couldn’t ever hurt him, cause him pain, after the hell he’d been through. Could he?
No one was ever supposed to see Jenner’s Needs, so the pressure was off, but I realized that all I needed to get over the “no I can’t do it” hurdle was find something that turned me on about the situation and run with that. The turn-on was trust: Viktor had to trust in his skills as Jenner’s Dom and believe Jenner’s trust in him wasn’t misplaced. Did I get everything right with the BDSM scene I wrote? Dunno. Maybe I did. I think I got the trust between Viktor and Jenner right, though, and I’m OK with that.
Now cheating? Open relationships? So very not going there because I cannot understand taking him back or sharing him.
Missy Welsh writes gay, bi, and trans erotic m/m romance short stories, novellas, and novels.