Sunday, 26 July 2015

Weekend Writing Warriors #119

 

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I'm continuing with the next eight from 'Dancing for the Boys' enjoy!:                                           
   MY EIGHT


The sharp intakes of breath told her they liked what they saw. Tanya pulled herself to 'chopsticks', a deliciously stretched position that showed the tightness of the Lycra across her outlined sex. With one leg raised she held one ankle leaving the other to hook and cling to the pole. The track changed and with a wry smile she changed her rhythm to match ‘Lick’ by Joi. It was so hot, so dirty and so very fitting. Tanya caressed the pole; she teased it twisting her body around every part of its shiny length. To her the audience was no longer there, it was just Tanya and the pole in perfect harmony.
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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, 19 July 2015

Weekend Writing Warriors #121

 

Hi and welcome to this week's eight sentences. 
I'm continuing with the next eight from 'Dancing for the Boys' enjoy!:                                           
   MY EIGHT

Slowly Tanya pulled herself up to her feet and bowed low to the grinning men.

Somebody ushered the guests from the room but James remained. He walked slowly towards her, dampness on his upper lip.

“You were amazing.” he breathed.

Tanya smiled but her eyes revealed her hunger. This time James noticed. He sighed, glancing towards the door regretfully.

“I need to go,” he said, “But I would like you to stay, can you do that?”

Tanya nodded, she was still trembling from the power of her performance, her heart beat wildly and her sex throbbed.

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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, 12 July 2015

Weekend Writing Warriors #120

 

Hi and welcome to this week's eight sentences. 
I'm continuing with the next eight from 'Dancing for the Boys' enjoy!:                                           
   MY EIGHT


Tanya flipped the right way up again, swinging and stretching, twisting and turning her body to show off its flexibility. As the track slowed Tanya slid down again and as it ended she stretched beneath it bowing her head. The music stopped and her audience clapped furiously. For a moment Tanya kept perfectly still, she needed to wind down before she could move; she needed to come back from the dark, decadent place where only the pole and her body existed. Finally she raised her head and saw James. His eyes were hot and hungry. Tanya knew she had surpassed all his expectations. This dance was personal. 
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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, 5 July 2015

Weekend Writing Warriors #118

 

Hi and welcome to this week's eight sentences. 
I'm continuing with the next eight from 'Dancing for the Boys' enjoy!:                                           
   MY EIGHT
 
So he wants to play, she grinned. I will show him what he can expect if he ever decides to play with me. She took hold of the pole pulling herself towards it and sliding herself down the long shiny chrome. Then she turned around and pulled herself back up again facing her audience. With slow deliberation and feeling the music through every fibre of her being, Tanya slid down in a bum slide until she was stretched out, legs wide apart with her arms stroking the pole behind her. There were a few mumbles of delight from the men seated so close to her she could see the beads of perspiration already forming on their foreheads.
Tanya made her way back up the pole gripping it firmly with her legs and gazing up towards the top. She hung downwards gripping it below her head, one leg wrapped around it and the other straight outwards, then she twisted her body again and swung out to a superman move, spinning around in all her glory.                                                                                             *************
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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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Monday, 22 June 2015

Affairs of Men's Hearts by Pablo Michaels

 
 Blurb:
These are four stories linked together by the common thread of men striving to love other men. From the playful, anxious times of young men’s infatuations with high school buddies in Growing Up in My Hometown and Then and Now, to experimenting with other men who share the same fantasies of having sex with another man fueled by that strong testosterone driven urge to explore each other’s bodies intimately, as in The Slumber Party.  Seeking a commitment is the common goal with each character in each story. In Pagan Knights of Cambria, the main character strives to find that inner peace forging him ahead to build on the relationship he has with his long-term companion.
The question always arises, “Will he always love me?”
Excerpt from Then and Now
After failing at finding love with other men for many years, I found a comfortable, more content life; attaining a sustained love with Timothy. I reflected on the many times I fell in love as a young man. The memories were more like sentimental journeys. But I also remembered the excessive pain. I wondered what it would’ve been like if I had found lasting love earlier in life with my devoted Timothy.
Like a fallen leaf from a stately tree, Timothy dropped into my burrowed bed, enabling me to mend my disabled ways in love and rekindling the passionate fire of sexuality. We built our love on trust, honesty, and a bond of camaraderie where we rejoiced in fun. We acted out our sexual fantasies we’d both kept suppressed for too many years.
Timothy was a late bloomer- disguising his sexual orientation in a heterosexual relationship and raising a family. As for me, I looked for love in the most forced situations in places most people would never go. I was bent on abusive anonymity in bars like the Capri, Stud, and Toad Hall, bathrooms and glory holes like those at Harmon Gym in Berkeley, the beaches at San Gregorio and Devil’s Slide, and the bushes in parks, like Alta Plaza and Buena Vista. I sought romantic love in the wrong places, receiving instant gratification, and then becoming lost in disappointing loneliness. If only I‘d found love with a man like Timothy in my youth. Why did I, as do so many young men, look for love with each other, so cruelly blind?
Looking back, my sexual urges soared in high school to heights I could barely comprehend.
At seventeen I lived life like I expected; attempting to date the prettiest, most intelligent girls in school. But my real intentions were bent on impressing the guys I desired. Dating these girls made me cool and suave. Then I could be the best buddy of the guys I worshipped. I made a few of them more than best of friends. Feeling challenged by my peers, I dated younger girls to seek the friendship with the boys surrounding them. I dated Shelley, who became bait for building a friendship with a boy she knew. He stimulated my libido. Sadly, I could only enjoy him in my fantasies, alone.
I was, mistakenly enrolled in eighth period in gym, the session reserved for boys on sports teams. When showering, I tried to conceal my new, youthful growth of my chest hair. Most of the guys were smooth-chested, including the older seniors. In gym one day, I befriended Barry. He resembled a young Robert Redford. I smelled his scent afar, not recognizing those arousing male hormones until I became an older, more experienced gay man. He was two years younger, and the star quarterback on the junior varsity football team. I secretly spied on him when we showered, dressed and undressed, inhaling and languishing in his masculine perfume.
One day he confided his romantic interest in another girl, Sue. She was friends with Shelley my current girlfriend. Barry and I met for lunch every chance we had, sharing our romantic pursuits.
Not athletically inclined, I wondered why he wanted to share these intimate stories with me. I assumed he’d rather associate with jocks, than me, as a student enrolled in an advanced academic program. Most friends and acquaintances were quick to categorize me. “You’re so smart; you’re a brain.” That usually implied social ostracism. But Barry admired my intellect, not ridiculing my sole achievement. He made my fantasies leap to voracious heights when we sat together.
Kids in high school attended varsity football games but rarely watched junior varsity. My unwavering intrigue with Barry convinced me to observe the junior varsity practices and games. He was pleased by my attendance.
After football season came to an end and living in close proximity, we walked home together. While walking one day, Barry requested my help to write a poem for Sue, one with romantic flair.
I shared books of literature from the Romantic period, like the works of Emerson, Thoreau, Wordsworth, Shelley, and Poe. Their poetry flowed through my veins, motivating me to create a closer, dangerous relationship with Barry. Late each afternoon, after walking home, we spent time in his bedroom writing poetry while my frustrated desires swelled inside. At times I wished I was able to express, I love you. I want you more of you. Can’t you feel it too?
Many of those afternoons, while composing poetry, he looked at me with those clear, sparkling blue eyes, asking me to respond to his inspiration. When I hoped he’d utter a phrase of affection or attraction, he asked, “Do you think this is too flowery?”
Befuddled I replied, “No but look closer at one of the poems we read. I think it was Byron’s.” While he reread the poem, I studied the masculine bone structure of his face until felt my dick rising beneath the denim of my Levis.
After spending afternoons with Barry, l lay in bed at night imagining his presence. My penis was hard and aroused. Closing my eyes, I imagined his sun bleached, blond tipped brown hair, and his powder blue eyes lighting up the sky like Fourth of July sparklers. I envisioned his well-toned body, his chiseled chest covered with sprouts of darker brown hair, firm buns forming half-moons spotted sparsely with short brown hair, and then his cock. I couldn’t control my visualizations and fantasies any longer. I masturbated, hoping the reality of us making love would be realized and soon.
Lying on my bed, content, I wished he was next to me snuggling his head on my chest and wrapping his legs around my waist. “If we were free enough, we would be happy. I yearn to be close to you. You’re my constant obsession. Do you feel that way about me?” I whispered these words, hoping he was reciprocating similar words while in his own bed.
When spring’s days lengthened into summer vacation, I acquired my driver’s license. I used one of the family’s cars, so we could double date with our girlfriends. But those nights were politely tame. When we went to the drive-in movies, Shelley was in the front with me, while Barry and Sue nestled into the backseat. We pursued the usual petting and foreplay conservatively. Occasionally, my eyes drifted back to Barry. His eyes alertly open. He glanced at me, the sparkle of romance glimmering at me. Then he winked, making me feel extra special.
About the Author:
Pablo Michaels disguised himself as a shy, friendly heterosexual during his adolescence, fantasizing other males. Falling in love with another man his first year in college, he followed him to another university to maintain their platonic love, while he continued in his in studies. When he had his first sexual encounter with another man, just before turning twenty-one, he exploded into gay life with lust and anger. He attempted to live his new life naturally, seeking love, ignoring the statistics of the books he read on homosexuality in high school, and proving what he had read was wrong.
He wrote poetry and stories since third grade. When he turned twenty-one, he moved to San Francisco to work and write, experiencing more of gay life. In the 1980's he wrote every chance he had, trying and failing miserably at publishing mainstream fiction. He published his first story in 1986 in a literary magazine.
After writing plays, short stories, poetry, and two novels, he began writing gay genre stories, since he had more knowledge and experience with gay lifestyle. Trying to publish, he went to a library seminar hosted by two published authors. Inspired by the gay writer, Scott Kemble he connected with him on the Internet site for The San Francisco Bay Area Literary Arts Newsletter and Review, which published four of Pablo's short stories.
Feverishly writing since 2004, he published his first e-book: "Pagan Knights of Cambria "with Life of Riley Productions in London. Soon a mainstream story, "When Johnny Comes Marching Home Again Hooray", published also. In 2012 Pablo self-published his first novel, "Catnip, Rosemary, Rage and Time", combines mystery and humor in a gay, erotic romance. He continues to write more episodes in his next novel, The Deer in the Forest The plot spreads over several decades, about a man's attempts to adapt to the world he lives, all with love, heartache, history and survival at no cost.
His latest article, Why Gay Men Retire to Palm Springs, was just published in the very popular SimplySxy.com online magazine. You can read the insightful article here.
Favorite Reading:
Catcher in the Rye, The Odyssey, The Man Who Fell in Love with the Moon, Bent, The Fifth of July, The Stranger, The Thin
Author Links:
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Sunday, 21 June 2015

Weekend Writing Warriors #117

 

Hi and welcome to this week's eight sentences. 
I'm continuing with the next eight from 'Dancing for the Boys' enjoy!:                                           
   MY EIGHT 


It was just another gig, she told herself as she stretched her body and breathed in the beautiful contours that were shown in all their glory by the tight, tight Lycra. Tanya knew she was sexy; she wiggled her butt and pouted at the mirror psyching herself up to feel sexually uninhibited until she was  ready. Bring it on, she told herself. The thud of a baseline told her James had provided the music and she waited for the knock she knew was seconds away. When it came she strolled deliberately slowly through the door and up onto the stage. There were around eight men seated as far as she could see but Tanya was in the zone, closing her mind to all of them, feeling the beat through her body and eyeing the pole as if it were a lover.
She recognised the song, dirty and explicit just how she felt right now. ‘Play’ by David Banner filled the small room.                                                                                               *************
David Banner Play
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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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Saturday, 20 June 2015

Saturday snippet 'A Wicked Game'

Synopsis:

 A clandestine encounter between lecturers at Keywood upper college campus is witnessed by second year psychology student Lucinda White. Determined to make the most of this opportunity Lucinda embarks on a little blackmail, convincing senior lecturer Mr. Peter Caine that she will keep quiet about her discovery in exchange for a series of after college tuition.
Peter, bemused and flattered by the attention she pays him and worried about the power she holds over him, then embarks on a dangerous liaison with Lucinda. Peter finds himself drawn to the student as she teases and entices him, playing games with his desire.
As their illicit relationship deepens however, Peter’s long time girlfriend and fellow lecturer, Miss. Amy Price becomes increasingly suspicious. Annoyed by the attention her partner is paying to Lucinda, Amy becomes determined to uncover the truth. Peter and Amy’s world is turned upside down as Lucinda’s demands increase in their intensity. But what does Lucinda really want? Is there more to this enigmatic girl than meets the eye? 


Hidden away by Amazon 'A Wicked Game' will take you on a tense, erotic journey that will keep you guessing right up to its climatic end.
* Please note, my story does not contain characters who are under age. But does contain sexually explicit content intended for 18 + only.


Excerpt:



The drive to Peter’s house was not an easy one. He hadn’t planned on ever taking Lucinda there. This was against the rules, risky to both his relationship with Amy and his career. He sighed as he stared blankly at the familiar road ahead. What choice did he have? The office wasn’t suitable for what he was trying to achieve and he was damned if he would pay for a hotel room. He glanced across at Lucinda sitting excitedly in the passenger seat of his plush BMW. He knew she was hyped up, so was he, but at the back of his mind the doubts persisted. Lucinda must not be allowed to call the shots, he knew that. But somehow these sessions with her were no longer about keeping the girl quiet. He smiled as he thought about the excitement she was stirring in his body, passion he had almost forgotten. He realised with grudging acceptance that these few stolen encounters were becoming too important to him. He wanted this as much as Lucinda, he longed to tease her until she broke before him. He knew he could do it too. Lucinda was so na├»ve, so inexperienced, whereas Peter had years of seduction behind him, years of tantric experience at the hands of an older woman when he was in his early twenties. Admittedly he was rusty; Amy wasn’t too willing to experiment. This was Peter’s chance to prove to himself that he still had it in him and he relished the opportunity to make Lucinda beg.
Peter glanced up at his house anxiously as he drove slowly up the long drive hidden from the neighbours view by tall shrubbery. Amy wouldn’t be here, she didn’t live with him and she wasn’t one for surprises. Even so, it felt strange bringing Lucinda here, devious and unsettling.
But so very exciting.
For the first time since he had met her Lucinda seemed nervous as she walked through the front door Peter was holding open for her. She nibbled her fingers and pulled her oversize cardigan tighter around her as she glanced around at the opulence of Peter’s charming home.
It was beautiful. Peter had exquisite taste and the income to indulge it. Grand paintings hung along the large hallway, shown to their best advantage by subtle lighting and a background of pale lemon walls. Beneath their feet were expensive, cushioned floor tiles of black and white.
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