Sunday, 1 February 2015

Weekend Writing Warriors #100

 




Hi and welcome to this week's eight sentences. 100 posts! I can hardly believe it!
I am going to continue from last week with 'Dancing for the Boys' enjoy!:                                           
   MY EIGHT

The following Saturday was a special night at the club. Tanya had Thursday and Friday off and went looking for something exotic to wear. Competition was stiff; many of the girls were practically naked as they slid up and down their poles vying for the most attention and, of course, the greatest tips. You could never let your guard down or you could lose your place to a more popular dancer. Tanya preferred the more athletic approach but knew she couldn’t afford to become complacent. And so she found herself browsing through some very bright and very daring leotard type costumes in an exotic dance emporium. It was fun trying them on; the emphasis seemed to be on colour as much as practicality. Tanya tried a neon pink asymmetrical monokini with matching thigh high boots and strutted up and down the changing room loving the way she looked.
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Who doesn’t love to dance? Who doesn’t love to tease the men watching, willing them to notice and lust after your body? What would you do if you were given the chance to perform before a group of appreciative gentlemen for a large amount of money? The latest release from the pen of Gemma Parkes combines two stories of exotic dancing and what it means to two women when they truly perform.

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Sunday, 25 January 2015

Weekend Writing Warriors #99

 




Hi and welcome to this week's eight sentences.
I am going to continue from last week with 'Dancing for the Boys' enjoy!:                                           
   MY EIGHT



“He only drinks the best brandy and I know he gets picked up by a chauffeur after your show. Saw it once when I was collecting glasses, fancy.”

Tanya sighed; fancy or not he had left. Probably had a wife at home and just nipped out for a bit of excitement. She finished her drink quickly, shuddering at the bitter taste at the bottom of her lemon and lime, Tony must have told him what she drank. Tanya preferred to keep a clear head with so many hyped up men around the place. 
The sound of applause coupled with hoots and wolf whistles came from the next room where Letitia was just finishing her performance.
                                                                 “Shall I call you a cab Tanya?” Tony offered. 
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Who doesn’t love to dance? Who doesn’t love to tease the men watching, willing them to notice and lust after your body? What would you do if you were given the chance to perform before a group of appreciative gentlemen for a large amount of money? The latest release from the pen of Gemma Parkes combines two stories of exotic dancing and what it means to two women when they truly perform.

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Tuesday, 20 January 2015

The Male Orgasm and other mysteries

Some of you will know that I am in the process of writing a new factual book based on real sexual experiences gathered over the last 18 months (not all mine I hasten to add!) The book is filled with sexual techniques and tips to improve relationships, but also very honest opinions from both sexes, which separate the truth from the myths. Many of my author friends have shared opinions and (the brave ones) have shared scenarios. if anyone reading this would like to add their anecdotes (for a small mention in the credits) please feel free! It is fascinating to read how people really feel about expectations and their own personal libido's. Many of us are having fun of course, but what I've found (and is not really surprising) is that we are all slightly uncomfortable about talking frankly to each other. You know what it's like, at the beginning of a relationship we enjoy discovering what works for each other, we plan to be always honest and yes, we show our partners through responses and discussion exactly what turns us on. However, after a few months we stop, not all of us of course, but many of us - too many of us. We think that our partners should know by now what we like, goodness knows we've showed them often enough, and we told them we don't really like it when they do that, in fact it bloody hurts! So why oh why do they still keep...! You get the picture.

Many of us do get it right, some of us are lucky enough to have partners who care enough, and have the self confidence to listen, learn and communicate their desires to us. Then there are those who share in waves, sometimes it's great, sometimes - not so much.
One thing we can all be sure of is that the state of our mind, coupled with our physical health, can make all the difference.

In my research I have studied male and female orgasms. I have read medical literature on the subject and visited many websites. One of my favourites is Askmen, I love this website! Written by men, for men, it's a must for those wanting to get inside the average male head. And for those men who are genuine about improving (and celebrating) themselves -  it's a brilliant find.
I have also asked both women and men to describe their orgasm's. Not an easy task! Obviously they're not always identical but even so...
I found a wonderful description of the male orgasm from 'Dave' on yahoo, here is a small part of his transcript:

'Orgasm is an incredible explosion of pleasure in my genitals. As the stimulation, pleasure, and tension build throughout my masturbation session or penis/vagina friction during sex, I can actually feel the semen rising up from my balls and I have this feeling of fullness, a sense of getting close. Then the point is reached where the accumulated tension is so great I can't hold back any longer and I reach what is called the "point of inevitability"...at this point I know my ejaculation is going to happen, there is nothing I can do to stop it, but there is a delay of a few seconds before the semen actually begins to shoot out of my penis...'

The description goes on much longer and is incredible. If only I could describe my own as well as that! How about it ladies?

 Thanks for stopping by,

Gemma

With thanks for the pictures, courtesy of http://www.freedigitalphotos.net

“Couple In Bedroom” by marin

“Young Couple Jumping At Beach” by imagerymajestic

Sunday, 18 January 2015

Weekend Writing Warriors #98

 




Hi and welcome to this week's eight sentences.
I am going to continue from last week with 'Dancing for the Boys' enjoy!:                                           
   MY EIGHT



“Thank you.” Tanya mouthed back lifting her glass towards him. She turned to catch Tony’s eye, when she looked back her distant admirer had left. Tanya’s heart sank a little, she had hoped for a chance to talk to him.

“High honour indeed!” said Tony breaking swiftly through her thoughts.

“Do you know who he is?” asked Tanya.
“No, but he looks important don’t he?”


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Who doesn’t love to dance? Who doesn’t love to tease the men watching, willing them to notice and lust after your body? What would you do if you were given the chance to perform before a group of appreciative gentlemen for a large amount of money? The latest release from the pen of Gemma Parkes combines two stories of exotic dancing and what it means to two women when they truly perform.

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Video link:
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Saturday, 17 January 2015

New Release from Pablo Michaels



~ OUT NOW ~
A M/M Gay Paranormal Romance


Blood Sweat & Black Leather
by
Pablo Michaels
@pablomichaels

Blurb:
Damien Lieberman has moved back to his parent’s house after they were killed in an automobile accident. A rare typhoon is poised to strike the San Francisco Bay Area on All Hallow’s Eve. Damien wants to return to the city to rekindle his relationship with David Wilder after breaking their vow of monogamy, but Damien has lost his job. After continuous rejections from David, Damien seeks love with a new man, futilely, while gay men are dying from a new disease, AIDS. 

While Damien observes the approaching storm from the terrace of the house, dwelling on his past failures and current woes, a man, from Damien’s past, balances magically on the railing of the fence and jumps to the deck next to Damien. He recognizes this stranger as a man he pursued, while David was building a new relationship with another man. It was Gabriel. Overwhelmed with his youthful beauty and strength for a man equal in age to himself, Damien fails to notice – Gabriel Tivoli’s paranormal powers. Damien has not only lost his youthful physical appearance but he has lost optimism and his "Peter Pan" personality, something Gabriel loved when they first met.

Gabriel promises to restore Damien’s youth, beauty and love eternally, if he promises to love him in return. When Gabriel asks Damien to meet him in the nearby cemetery at midnight on Halloween, Damien sees Gabriel as his new chance at love. But will the aging gay man attempt to restore his relationship with David? Or will he have faith in Gabriel Tivoli? Will he discover the meaning of the living dead? Will he abuse his paranormal powers and be sentenced to death by the elders? 

Released 1.5.2015

Excerpt:

A gust of wind slapped Damien awake from his
wandering thoughts. Jolted from his memory, he became
abruptly aware of a tall, dark, masculine figure strolling on
the top railing of the garden fence, illuminated by a beam
of moonlight. Balancing like a dancer, he gracefully walked
toward Damien, his face hidden in the shadows. The
unknown person crept closer to the deck, leaping from the
fence and over the banister to stand next to him. Dressed
in a black leather vest and pants, he stood tall and mighty. .
His face was concealed by a dark mask.
“Who are you?” Damien gasped in fear.
“You don’t recognize me?” he answered, his deep, soft
voice enticing. “You lusted for me several years ago. I told
you I wanted an older man. I let you go.”
“How did you walk on the fence like that?”
“It’s all a matter of balance.”
“Why don’t you drop your mask?” Damien’s teeth
chattered slightly. “I don’t remember you or your voice.”
A plume of fog surrounded the man momentarily and
then dissipated with the wind. Slowly, he removed the
mask, revealing a young, pasty white, clean shaven face
with bloodshot, piercing, green eyes glowing like emerald
gemstones, and long, jet black hair, combed back and
shimmering in the fading moonlight. The finely sculpted
chest and arms complimented his rippled stomach Blood, Sweat and Black Leather
muscles, all glistening beneath the open vest. It was a man
from Damien’s past.
“Is that you, Gabriel?” He couldn’t recall his last name.
“How do you appear out of nowhere and do those
amazing stunts, like walking on top of the fence?”
“Yes,” he admitted his identity but ignored the last
question.
“But why are you here now? You cut me off and
disappeared. You told me you wanted an older man.”
Although Damien’s robe was tied shut, he could feel his
dick bounce, stiffening at the sight of Gabriel. He clasped
his hands together in front of his crotch, attempting to
conceal his erection.
“I see you’re still attracted to me. It’s a long story; I will
tell you later. Tell me, are you still trying to live the life of
Peter Pan?”
Damien tried to better conceal his arousal.
“Please don’t hide your goods. I like the looks of your
erection.” The moon shed more light from a passing cloud.
Gabriel masked his face again.
Damien untied the belt to his robe, the wind blowing
the front open again. His hard-on became more
prominent. “I feel old. I can’t get back in shape like I used
to be able to. I want to look younger. I’m losing my hair.
Even getting gray hairs on my chest. I don’t understand it.
I go to the gym. But look at me. I can’t stand to look at
myself in the mirror. I’ve failed with every guy since you
rejected me. But there’s something different about you.
How did you walk on top of the fence? And you nearly
flew from there to the deck. How did you do that?”
“You were in love with someone else. Do you
remember the first day we met?” 



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Author Bio:
Although in his 60's, Pablo has the energy of a 35 year old man. Writing is a major part of Pablo's life.

Pablo went to many colleges and had 10 majors until he graduated with a Bachelors Degree. He furthered his studies in city colleges and state universities, emphasizing fiction writing and landscape design. Pablo lives with his husband of sixteen years on a country street in the middle of the urban metropolis, the San Francisco Bay Area. For twenty years Pablo worked and played in San Francisco, furthering the development for culture and diversity. In the 1980's he wrote stories and poetry constantly while he worked two jobs. In the early 2000's Pablo began drifting away the mainstream and into a perspective of gay subculture, inspired from his own experiences and the writing of his peers. Pablo continues to write today and has published three books.


Favorite Books
Catcher in the Rye, The Odyssey, The Man Who Fell in Love with the Moon, Bent, The Fifth of July, The Stranger, The Thin

Find Pablo:
Links:             http://www.pmmanmanromance.com
Twitter:          https://twitter.com/pablomichaels1 

#m/merotica #gayparanormalromance #m/mvamirelove #pablowritesgay #yellowsilkdreams

Friday, 16 January 2015

Gentleman by Angelica Dawson

Blurb: Harrold lives an empty life. He has no joy in his marriage, no love of his work. His only reprieve is found at the hands of the whores, the ones he pays to beat and debase him. Upon being accepted into Blue Moon House, he learns the real cost for his desires, and what underlying need is really aching to be filled.

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“Shall I find someone for you?”
“There seems to be someone here.” He smiled at Delores. She was several years older than him, perhaps even a decade, but her body still fit the mold her corset made for it. Harrold reached for the laces hanging from the base of it.
Crack. Harrold's hand snapped back. The erection that had been flagging rose again in his trousers.
“You think to touch me, sir? You think I'm still one of these girls for you to take on your knee?”
Crack. Harrold shuddered, sinking to his knees.
“Yes, kneel for me, gentle sir. Show me how low I can bring you.”
Crack.
“Kiss my slipper.”
Had he known, he'd have approached Delores sooner. This. This is what he wanted, what he needed. The freedom to be as low and as vile as he could. To be the opposite of what filled his days.
On his hands and knees, he put his lips to the embroidered fabric covering her foot. The feet slipped out of his sight and another slap of the belt landed on his bottom.
“Remove these.” Delores lifted the fabric from his rear, a cool breeze running over his warm, red skin.
He didn't rise, rocking back on his haunches and releasing the buttons of his fly.
“Cover that with your hand. There is a lady present.” The belt tapped on the front of his thigh, brushing his throbbing and dripping erection.
Taking himself in both hands, he closed his eyes. His head was pulled back by his dark curls and Harrold opened his eyes to Delores' blue ones. The leather tapped his cheek, the smell making him mad. His hand slid over his length, soft skin over hardness.
Crack. “You would stroke yourself in my presence?”
Crack. “Who do you think you are?”
Crack. “Who do you think is in command here?”
Crack. Harrold's hand didn't stop and after the fourth lashing, he screamed out, the throbbing erupting from him.
“You are a dirty man, Harry. I think you will enjoy Blue Moon House.”
Harrold braced himself on his hands and knees, shaking. “That was-”
“Only the beginning.” His belt landed on the floor beside him. The embroidered slippers turned, so he seized an ankle to stop her.
“Thank you.” He barely recognized his own rasping voice.

Bio: 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 (http://angelicadawson.blogspot.com). She is active on Facebook (http://facebook.com/authorangelicadawson) and Twitter (@angelicadawson)
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.

Sunday, 11 January 2015

Weekend Writing Warriors #97

 




Hi and welcome to this week's eight sentences.
I am going to continue from last week with 'Dancing for the Boys' enjoy!:                                           

                 MY EIGHT



The man was immaculate, the club had a dress code so all the men were smart, but this man was truly immaculate. He looked like a man of importance, affluent and in complete control of his life. The way he sat, the small sips of brandy he drank, the fact that he never ever smiled all pointed to someone different from the rest. Tanya towelled herself dry, slipped on a cobalt blue dress with matching shoes and headed down to the small bar leading off from the performance room.
“Put your purse away Tanya love,” said Tony the barman, “This drinks on the gentleman over there.”
He gestured with his head towards the other end of the bar where Tanya expected to see one of the many admirers that tried to get to know her better after every show. But to her surprise it was the man in grey. He nodded his head holding up his glass but didn’t smile and made no attempt to approach her.


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 Thank you for stopping by, please leave a comment. To visit the other authors taking part today, please click on the link below:




Who doesn’t love to dance? Who doesn’t love to tease the men watching, willing them to notice and lust after your body? What would you do if you were given the chance to perform before a group of appreciative gentlemen for a large amount of money? The latest release from the pen of Gemma Parkes combines two stories of exotic dancing and what it means to two women when they truly perform.

 Buy Links:

Video link:
http://youtu.be/rjXsx_ik9-4