Tuesday, January 31, 2012

okay going to try this twitterfeeds.com business.  Here's goes nothing!

Yes, Master Pt. 1

So much to do!  My God, where I find the time to keep up with all of it is beyond me.  :) Anywho, as we wait for Dan and Rowe to appear on Lit (and yes it has been submitted) I have a another project I'm working on.  I believe I promised a snippet for anyone willing to read it, and I don't break my promises.  So without further adieu....a snippet from Yes Master.....


Martin glanced at me with a smirk, catching my eyes on Tate.  He shook his head and served up a round of beer to the drunken boys at the counter. I sighed and sat back, watching Tate from across the bar, waiting for him to look at me.
“Hey dude!” I felt a startling slap to my shoulder as one of their party sidled up beside me, “what are you drinking there?” He slurred, bringing his beer to his lips in a chug.
“It’s called bourbon and it’s for adults only,” I remarked, cutting my eyes to his hand on my person with distaste.
He laughed, not catching my blatant want for the removal of his hand, “what’s your name dude?  I don’t want to buy a stranger a drink…” he smiled, his eyes foggy with alcohol.
“Well that’s good, because I don’t want you to buy me anything.  In fact why don’t you go back to your friends…” I raised a brow and glanced over to Tate, only to find his seat empty. 
“I am so sorry,” a soft voice interrupted and I sucked in a sharp breath.  Tate was standing right behind the frat boy next to me.  His eyes apologetic as he pulled his friend’s hand from my shoulder, “Tommy let’s get you to a table, before you start any trouble.”
He glanced at me again, “I really do apologize.  They need a babysitter most of the time.”
“Hey squirt!  I don’t need no babysitter, I was just trying to be friendly with grumpy ass here,” Tommy grumbled, sliding off the stool and batting Tate’s arm away, before joining his friends once more.
“You don’t seem to want to be here,” I turned to face Tate fully.  He had finally approached, albeit not the way I had intended, but he was here all the same.
He smiled, “not really, but it’s my older brother’s birthday and I got dragged into it.”
I casually eyed him up and down, knowing without a doubt he was on tonight’s menu, “have a seat Tate.” I gestured to the now empty stool.
His eyes glanced shyly at his party, but he nodded and slid onto the stool obediently, “how did you know my name?”
“I have ears,” I replied with a smug smile, taking a sip of my bourbon.
“Oh right,” he blushed and gracefully crossed his legs, landing his slender ankle against my leg. Gay, definitely gay, I cheered inside.
“Martin.” I turned, calling out over the bar.  He glanced up and I held up to two fingers along with my empty glass. He nodded.
“So, where would you rather be?” I purred, setting down my empty glass.
The poor boy fidgeted on the stool, rubbing his hands together, and glanced up swallowing, “I guess I had nothing better to do.”
“Oh I doubt that, I’m sure there is plenty you could be doing.” I snatched up the extra drink Martin set down on the bar, handing it to Tate slowly.
He took the drink with shaky fingers, “I’m not really much of a party person, so I don’t usually go out on the weekends.  This was just a spur of the moment get together,” he mumbled, taking a sip of bourbon.  His face screwed up at the taste, a hiss left his lips as the unfamiliar bourbon coursed down his throat.
“Tell me Tate, if you could be doing anything right now, what would that be?” I uncrossed my legs, spreading them a little, and sitting back on display.  Take the bait my little sheep. 
He took in a deep breath, looking my body over with innocent eyes, but no doubt liking what he saw.  Tate’s eyes darted from side to side, before gaining enough courage to look me in the eye.  He was so nervous, but that just turned up the heat for me.
“I don’t know,” he replied breathlessly and I knew he was going home with me tonight.  Hook, line, and sinker, they never resisted.  They had no idea why they said yes, but they always did.
“What if told you I did,” I leaned forward, taking his drink from him and setting it on the bar, “What if I told you had different plans?” I lightly brushed his knee with my fingers, sending a shiver through his smaller body.
He licked his lips, his heart no doubt racing, “What did you have in mind?” He whispered, inching his ass closer over the vinyl stool.
“Tell your brother you’re leaving,” he started to open his mouth and say something, but I put a finger to his lips, sliding my free hand up the inside of his thigh, “get your things and meet me at the coat check in five.  I don’t like to be kept waiting.”
“But…I…” he struggled for words as my fingers left his lips.
“Are you arguing with me?” I stood over him, letting my six foot four frame shadow his tiny one.
He shivered and the bulge in his slacks spoke volumes, “no.” He whispered.
“Good, five minutes, coat check, be there,” I pulled out two hundred dollar bills, a happy little tip for Martin, and shoved it in the glass jar.
I left him there, still not knowing my name, and shaking like a wet dog.  He was mine and I would spend all night showing him as much.

Hope that wet your palette!  HAHA.  I also wanted to give a quick thanks to everyone who has been following My Telija.  You guys are awesome and I hope you enjoy all the twisty turns to come.  :)  Have a great day guys and don't forget to follow me on twitter and Night_Tempest.  I'm usually always on, or my phone is for that matter.  So if you wanna chat...or have a question or comment...hit me up!!!  Later guys and gals!

Thursday, January 26, 2012

Writing Ramblings & Sexy Boys

So I know I said I'd blog once a week, but lucky you...I'm doing it twice.  Today I couldn't stop writing and apparently blogging is included in that. 

Question: Why is it when you are immersed in writing one story, another story pops into your head?  Pick me Pick me, they say.  I guess as a writer this is a good thing, but on the other hand it's a distraction and irritating that you can't write them all at once.  I did however, finally finish Ch. 3 of My Telija and submitted it to Literotica.  This new chapter absolutely flowed out of nowhere and I'm kind of proud of the drama that ensued. 

Characters screamed at me and told me what they wanted, strange connections and mysteries were brought forth, and they even let me in on what was going to happen.  It was absolutely crazy!  Most people write with an ending in mind, as do I most of the time, but I have changed everything I thought I knew about this series.  It felt like I was there half the time when I writing it and I hope I did it justice. 

In other news, I'm going to start my second wave of MMA training three nights a week.  Not for competition purposes, but because its an amazing stress reliever.  I've done yoga and pilates and all that jazz, but there is nothing better than hitting a bag and kicking your frustrations out until you drop.  It doesn't hurt that the moves can be used when I write my fight scenes, so there is that. :)

My favorite part of MMA though?  The 'hot guys'. There are four men that go to the gym I train at, that are so luscious it makes me ill sometimes.  *shivers* One is my trainer, and although he's a smidge shorter than me, his badass skills make up for it.  Men who can throw down are sexy. True story. 

The other three are all friends.  Sometimes they come alone or with each other, but at the end of the night, my thoughts are always the same.  God, I wish I could go into that locker room... What would they be doing in there?  Are they into each other?  Holy shit! That would be an amazing story! 

I have yet to actually talk to them, but it's on my to-do list.  Until then I leave you with my latest fantasy....

Three MMA fighters go into the locker room...Naked, Shower, 3 HOT MEN... You do the math.  Sweet dreams...


Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Peer Pressure....Guess I have to follow the crowd.

So I haven't blogged in forever, but due to the pressure placed on me by other authors *cough cough you know who you are*, I have decided to make it at least a weekly thing.  What could it hurt anyways?  Blogging is a free form of publicity, so I shouldn't complain about taking twenty minutes a week to actually do it right?  Anyways...I have a ton of things coming up on the writing front.

First being the Valentine's Day Contest for http://www.literotica.com/.  Now, me being a "Newb" as the Vet's so love to call us, I am not expecting any placings, but hey it would be a bonus if I at least got third. :)  I'm enjoying all the the new readers I'm acquiring in the process too.  Since submitting the story My Love is Your Love, the increase in Comments/Votes/Favorites for Cade and Telija have shot up tremendously.  So THANKS to all of you who had a part in that.  MLIYL even has like thirty something favorites, which is alot for me, so woohoo! THANKS again.

Onto My Telija, Chapter 3 is in my hands and yes I apologize for the delay in between chapters, but life has been very busy lately.  With that said, I now have about fifteen pages of it completed and should be submitting it sometime tommorow or Weds 1/25/12.  With the contest going on though, it could very well take up to a week to post.  So as always, please be patient with that.

Okay here it is Dan/Rowe.  Now the first chapter is about 80% done and you would think that editing the equivalent of 2 Lit pages wouldn't take that long, but you are...WRONG.  My editor is amazing, but busy as well, so it takes a while to get perfect.  She has this amazing ability to jumble words together and make them sound like silk, whereas I could eat my thesaurus and still not find the right words.  *Sighs* Oh well, at least I have the whole plot outlined and broken up by chapter.  Chapter 2 has been written as well, but it will be a while before we see it.

I guess the last thing you'll be interested to know is that I have started a new story, but have no worries...it will be a stand alone.  I really liked the one I did for Valentine's and kind of got the hang of shortening the whole tale into 7 pages, which was hard by the way!!!!  This new story is called Yes Master and will tell the story of a hard ass play boy richie rich who picks up a pretty young thing at his club.  Now this will be my first attempt at a Dom/Sub tale, but like all my stories, it will involve love.  I'm not into the main characters having one night stands and never seeing each other again....Because I want a happy ending damn it and I'm going to give you one!  Hahahaha.

Okay, that's what's going on for now.  I think I might post  an excerpt from Yes Master next week, to get a feel for what you think.  So check back.

Have a great week everyone!