Hello all and happy Monday to each of you. Thank you for chiming in for Monday's Story Orgy post. Yep! It's my week and decided to add a little heat to the wintry months. So, sit back with your beverage of choice and indulge yourself with a little bit of heat. 

Thanks again for joining me for a fun story to write. I hope you enjoy reading it as I did writing it. And now here's a little heat to warm your week. 

In Heat

by JR Boyd

Briston sat in the breakfast nook and gazed out the window. He loved to watch his miniature dachshund Heidie run around the back yard. He had noticed over the last few weeks, she was less and less active. The last thing he wanted was a veterinary bill. Briston picked up the phone and dialed.

"Charlie. Got a minute?" Charlie wasn't a phone person. Charlie just lived right up the street and, as usual, said he'd be right over.

Briston filled the tea kettle with filtered water. He wouldn't dare drink unfiltered tap water. As the water boiled, Briston heard a knock at the door.

"Come in, Charlie!" Briston, didn't look up from sorting through his selection of teas.

"Hey, buddy. What can I help you with?" Charlie's voice was low and goose bumps traveled up Briston's  arms.

Briston turned to Charlie and his jaw dropped. "What the hell are you wearing Spandex in the middle of winter for? And you are not exactly dressed good enough to cover all that excitement going on down there, if you know what I mean.

Charlie spread his arms out with a come and get it gesture. "C'mon now. After all these years? Why do I have to hide from you?"

"Charlie, you know you're hot and sexy to me. But, I didn't call for a booty call. I'm concerned about Heidie right now. Not one of our hook ups." Briston rolled his eyes, shaking his head as he turned to look out the window. "What kind of tea do you want?"

"I wasn't expecting tea, Briston. But, since that's what you're offering, I'll have the Green Tea with Ginseng. Now, what's up with Heidie?"

Briston plucked the teabags from the box and placed one in each mug as the kettle whistled. "Heidie keeps sniffing around the fence line in the back yard. She's not playing like she used to.  And I mean play hard. But, not any longer. She just sniffs."

"How old is she? She may be in heat." Briston heard Charlie's voice get more near and Charlie's breath was suddenly on the back of his neck and Charlie's rigid cock against the crack of his ass.

Briston ignored the advance and so Charlie sighed and reached around and grabbed a mug. "Briston, it sounds like Heidie needs a playmate. Maybe you should consider breeding her. Is she spayed?"

Turning to face Charlie, Briston lost all concentration. The sandy-blonde hair framed the deepest blue eyes he'd ever seen reminded him of the many times they'd fucked. Briston loved Charlie's cock as well as his aggressive fucking. "You know? You might be onto something there. After all, if we need some loving I'm sure she does too." Briston held his mug in one hand and ran the backside of a finger along the bulge in Charlie's skin-tight shorts.

"Now we're talkin'. Want a little bit of this for breakfast?" Charlie waggled his eyebrows and winked.

"But, where do I get a playmate for Heidie?" Briston walked on past Charlie and sat at the table, tapping his fingers in thought.

"Don't worry. I have a friend with a pure bred male dachshund. Got the papers and all." Charlie's voice dropped to a growl again. "Now, how about this sausage. Hmmm?" Charlie ran his fingers along his bulge as he set his tea on the table. He stood directly in front of Briston, giving him an eyeful of thick flesh coated in the thin material.

Briston licked his lips and slowly peeled down the spandex to reveal the hardening cock, watching it bob up and down, Briston took it in his hands and milked it. He watched the head swell with each stroke. "Mmm," Briston slowly let his lips engulf the thickness, swirling his tongue around, feeling the veins as he worked his tongue over the shaft.

Charlie grabbed a handful of hair and pulled his fuck buddy down to his cock's root. "Damn, boy. You've been practicing I see. I don't remember it ever feeling this fucking good."

Briston gagged and his eyes watered from Charlie's cock lodged in his throat. Briston backed off the dick despite Charlie's persistent hands. "Save your energy, Charlie. You're gonna need it." Briston stood, scooted the chair out of the way with one foot, dropped his shorts, and bent over the table. Briston knew exactly Charlie wanted and he wanted it too. They both liked fucking hard.

Briston got his footing and Charlie was already at work, licking and nipping at Briston's ass, squeezing and kneading the cheeks.

"Oh fuck, Charlie, that feels so fucking good." Briston stretched his arms across the wooden table and gripped the edge tightly. Briton knew what was coming. He knew to brace himself for the ride of his life.

"Ready, boy?" Charlie's question didn't need a response, but Briston obliged.

"I'm fucking ready. Give it to me, baby." Briston braced himself for the initial sting when Briton's thick mushroomed head opened his hole, stretching it to the point of delight. And sure enough, that's what happened. "Oh fuck!" Briston's ass burned and contracted from entry, but Charlie didn't stop. Briston's thighs quivered as Charlie burrowed deeper into Briston's ass.

"No breaks. That's the way you like it, huh?" Charlie's tone sent tingles down Briston's spine as His cock eased in another inch.

"Hit it, baby. Slam that bitch." Briston's jaws tightened as he bared down, clenching his teeth.

With simultaneous smacks on each of Briston's ass cheeks and single thrust, Briston reveled in all the feelings coursing through him. The twinge when Charlie passed the second ring of muscle. The sting on his ass cheeks from the spanking delivered by Charlie's heavy hands.

With a deep groan of delight, Briston's teeth still clenched, "What are you waiting for?"

Charlie's immediate chuckle gave Briston chills, bumps spreading up his arms and down his legs. Briston's nipples ached in hardness. Soon the table was rocking and Briston was doing his best to even focus his eyes.

"Keep going. Faster, Charlie." Briston reached under the table and took his own cock in hand. He jacked furiously his nuts drew up into his sac. "C'mon baby. That's it. I'm gonna come."

Briston relished the feel as Charlie's cock slipped from his asshole and he emptied his nut sac onto the kitchen floor. A few grunts and Briston's back was splattered with Charlie's warm cum, cooling as the air hit it. Charlie collapsed on Briston, smearing Charlie's load.

"We made a mess you know." Charlie whispered in Briston's ear. "Not only did we spill out loads, we spilled our tea too."

Briston chuckled. "Get off me then. I'll clean it up while you make your phone call."

"Phone call?" Charlie's puzzled look amused Briston.

"The breeder? Heidie? Remember?" Briston shook his head. "And then we'll both shower and clean up."

"What if I want to get dirty again?" Charlie winked with a slight tilt of his head.

Briston grinned. "You know I've never said no to you before."

How well do you know the Story Orgy writers?

Good morning Story Orgy fans! Thanks for stopping by to see what we're all up to. As you might guess, we're up to all kinds of delicious naughtiness. SO I thought we'd just share what we're working on here. I had all the samples ready to post, but had a minor incident, cats, coffee, what-have-you. Mayhem ensued and to put it mildly, things got a bit mixed up.

So, I have samples or current wips from five of us. Havan, Em, Jade, Hank and Myself. I just lost track of whose is whose. So...let's see how well you know our style.

Match each writing sample to the correct Story Orgiasts, and you'll win a Story Orgy T-shirt. Perfect glamour clothing for GRL or just kicking around the house.

#1.

“We’ll have a meeting before we leave.” Noah dreaded the reaction of the other employees. Shannon had been adamant in enforcing his rules over the course of time, to the extent at some points of losing valued employees as they chose their relationships over their jobs. “I’ll have to resign.”

Shannon looked as though he’d been slapped. “What?”

“Shannon. Surely you thought this through.” Noah sighed. Clearly Shannon had not. “We’ve lost damn good people. You can’t just change the rules because you want it to look like we’re fucking.”

Lurching to his feet, Shannon shook his head. “You can’t quit. I need you.”

“I’ll still be around.” Noah’s heart hurt, but more than just Shannon’s policies drove this decision. He couldn’t continue to work with Shannon. He had to find a way to get over him. “I’ll help you with this, then we can stage a break-up or whatever. You can go on, we’ll be friends and I’ll come on as a consultant.”

It sounded simple enough.

Shannon rubbed at his chest, his expression pained. “Okay. If you promise to come back.”

“You know me.” Noah gave enough of a smile, he hoped, to convince Shannon.

“Schedule the meeting.”

Noah nodded and did as requested. “Today, in a half hour.”

“That was…fast.”

#2.

Pleased and proud of himself for being able to say all this without stuttering, Andrew turned and went back to the sidewalk. He glanced over his shoulder to see Antonio standing near his car, a surprised look on his face, his mouth opened on unspoken words, and still holding the card like it was a life savior. Before he could think about it, Andrew rushed back to Antonio and slid his arms around the other man’s waist. Antonio’s mouth was still open in surprise and Andrew’s tongue slightly licked his lips. He pressed his lover-to-be body against his—yes, he had no doubts about it now, Antonio would be his lover—and his mouth found the other man’s lips, tongues barely touching, just enough to taste. Andrew swallowed and growl and pushed forward, turning the touches of their tongues into a real kiss. Antonio opened to the kiss, tongue sliding against his, hands holding his shoulders, keeping their bodies slightly apart. Andrew explored the shape and flavor of Antonio’s mouth, moaning softly and beginning to be very aroused. He broke the kiss, not wanting to give a show to the people on the street who were starting to look at them. Turning around and heading back to the sidewalk, he said without looking back and with a little wave of his hand, “Don’t be late, Antonio!” He couldn’t help but chuckle, quite happy with his performance. He just hoped he would be that confident tonight when they would be together in his small apartment. Anyway, whatever happens tonight, it’s going to be a very interesting evening.

                                                                                      

#3.

Sloan accepted a crisp sugar cookie cone with a swirl of vanilla ice cream sprinkled liberally with gaudily colored gummi bears from the clerk, and Mitch hastily pulled a crumpled twenty from his pocket to cover it. He contemplated the disgustingly sweet looking treat in repulsion.

"Hey, I got it." Sloan protested, shoving his own bill at the clerk, who stared at them, lip curled.

"No. You're my date, I pay. My momma raised me right." Mitch lifted a brow in challenge. He waved the bill at the clerk who took it and made change swiftly.

"I'm not your date." Sloan brought the cone to his lips, and deftly used his tongue to pry a gummi bear from the creamy white treat. Mitch stifled a groan, his body heating at the sight of Sloan so blatantly enjoying the cool treat. Sloan dropped the five in the tip jar and stepped away from the counter. Mitch allowed his gaze to drift down the other man's body, taking in his short fluttering skirt and bare tanned legs.

"You said if I could find you in this crowd, you'd be mine."

#4.

"Hey..." Jude straightened his back and looked out the windows. "Where're we going?"

"My place." That shouldn't have surprised Jude, he'd been crashing at Billy's house ever since being released from the hospital. Jude told him no at first, insisted on going to his apartment, with the blood stains everywhere and all. That night Billy received a call at three in the morning, a tiny voice trying to be strong asking if the offer to stay with him was still available. Billy still didn't know if Jude's change of heart came from nightmares or bad memories, and in Billy's mind they were kind of the same thing.

"I'm surprised you still want me there..." Billy actually had to strain to hear Jude's faint mumblings.

What? "Hold that thought." He surveyed exactly where they were and quickly decided on a safe place to park. He pulled behind the real estate office that closed on Sundays, so there wouldn't be anyone around. After turning off the engine he twisted in his seat and stared his obstinate company down. "Okay, what's up with your babbling?"

"I didn't babble. I didn't do nothing."

"Oh you've done plenty, and said even more. Hence our problem. You know, it's all good and fine that Doc will forgive you for stealing from him, or that Wally and I forgave you for endangering our lives with your recreational activity. But none of that means shit if you can't forgive yourself and get past it. Do our feelings mean so little to you that you will belittle everything we've done because you want to die a martyr?"

"Fuck you, Billy. I'm not playing the martyr card."

He felt his blood pressure rise, his temples beat in time with his heart. A part of him warned against scaring Jude off, saying too much, going too far.

Well fuck that. If Jude never moved past this then there would be no far for them to go.

#5.

"They're safe?" Dex asked.

"Yes." Josh pushed off from the wall, felt his knees go weak, and would have collapsed on onto the boardwalk were it not for Dex. They crouched together on the boardwalk, Josh still clenching the carnelian stone so as to direct Donegan and the other corpse back to the undertaker's.

"Josh?" Dex's voice trembled with concern. Dex was scared for him and, Josh knew, maybe frightened of him a little, of the power within him.

"I'm all right." Josh rested his head against Dex's chest, listened to the beat of his heart, felt the warmth of his body and wished they had time to themselves once again. Wished they could lay together once more, naked and hard, focused on just each other with no other worries.

"You're exhausted," Dex whispered and pulled him closer, his strong arms sliding around him. "You need to sleep."

"I will. When we travel to the fort I'll sleep in the wagon. I just need a minute right now, here, with you." Josh closed his eyes and breathed in the damp, sweet smell of Dex's sweat. He felt the strength of the power within him, his influence over the corpses, reaching the limit of distance and reluctantly pushed away from Dex.

There you go. Easy as pie.  Mmm...I need to make a pie. Please email your best guesses to lee.brazil@ymail,com and a winner will be chosen from amongst those who guess correctly. Or come closest to guessing correctly.

If you'd rather have ebooks than a T-shirt, I'm sure we can work something out!

Havan Fellow's Wish Me Nothing...a new release

A Story Orgy^™ Author New Release Alert!

Wish Me Nothing

A Djin story

In The Other World Collection

Ar and Vaughn have a great relationship. When Vaughn makes a simple slip of the tongue, Ar's life is put in jeopardy. Whatever you do, don't say "I wish".

Blurb:

Ever hear the old saying "Be careful what you wish for"?

What happens if you find out that the Djin are not just fairy tales? That could be bad. Now, what happens if you find out that your boyfriend of a year and a half is a Djin? That could be worse.

In one fateful night, Vaughn Boggs's world is turned inside out. Not only does he find out his boyfriend, Ar, is keeping a life shattering secret from him. But when other Djin threaten Ar's life, Vaughn has to work with Shan, Ar's lecherous brother, to find a way for them all to survive so they can see the next sunrise.

Vaughn isn't sure a human can take on the magicks of the Djin, and he definitely isn't sure he can trust Shan...but for Ar he's willing to wish that both are possible.

You can find Wish Me Nothing at BreathlessPress

Excerpt:

"Release. Him. Now."

Vaughn's heart and breath froze. He shifted his gaze from those blue talons and slowly turned toward his lover. He had never heard such an implacably menacing sound come from Ar before. He widened his eyes at the sight before him. The Ar that he knew and loved no longer stood on this beach; in his place a monster towered, a taller, wider, thicker and darker than his boyfriend monster. His skin didn't have the golden glow caused by the sun anymore. It appeared dense, like the tough hide of an animal, a deep blue/brown mixture. His eyes swirled the elements of fire and ice combined. His teeth jutted out, sharp, jagged and just slightly protruding over his thick blue lips. Long dreadlocks, a darker version of his blue skin, now replaced the beautiful, soft, ash brown hair that Vaughn loved running his fingers through and tugging on. His hands curled and uncurled with long pointed blue talons just like the ones causing the throbbing in Vaughn's arm.

A deep rumbling laugh vibrated through him. Almost too afraid to move, Vaughn somehow got his neck to obey his commands and swung his gaze to the man who held him. The stranger no longer possessed the muscle-bound body he did mere moments ago. He too had magnified in all ways possible, his skin a slightly lighter hue than Ar's.

"If you insist, traitor." He growled right before throwing Vaughn easily two dozen feet behind him.

The wind whooshed out of Vaughn as his back collided with the hard-packed sand, yet he still attempted to scramble to his feet. The fear coursing through his system worked better than any drug on or off the market; it helped him get past the inability to fill his lungs with air problem. He managed to roll over onto his hands and knees, and then glanced up to where he'd been standing. Those two huge things faced off against each other. Oh my God...it wasn't his imagination or some bad trip from his teenage years coming back to haunt him.

"If you ever touch him again I will take your head as a trophy." That came from the one that used to be Ar.

The other one shrugged, apparently not nervous about the threat. "You will try. But we both know that you are not worthy of a fight with me. When I'm done with you I will find out what is so interesting about that human that would make you sentence yourself to death."

"Get up and get your ass into the house now. Don't look back. Don't stop. Now go!"

Vaughn fell back on his ass when the voice floated through his mind. What the fuck? Ar's voice, without a doubt. But in his head? He finally managed to get his feet beneath him, wincing with pain. Stepping backward toward the house, he kept an eye on the two blue men.

"Take one more move away from me, human, and I will have your heart in my hand before your body hits the sand."

Not Ar. Vaughn stopped. Neither of them actually made eye contact with him, but both their attentions obviously focused on him.

"He's bluffing. Run now, damn it!"

"How the hell do I know he's bluffing!" Vaughn yelled at the voice in his head, or Ar, or both maybe?

"Ar, are you conversing with the human telepathically? Interesting, indeed. Look at your lover, human. This man you lie with, allow to enter your body, isn't a man. Can you trust he serves your best interest? He recognizes his path to die tonight. He will do anything to save his pathetic existence. Listen to me. I can assure you, I only desire to bring this traitor to justice for his crimes. You may leave as soon as I have your memories stored safely. Fight me on this and your demise is imminent."

Vaughn studied Ar again, who didn't take his gaze off the stranger. "I'm still Ar, the man you've loved for over a year. Don't talk... Please Vaughn, just trust me on this. I will keep him from hurting you but you have to help me. He wants you to stay with two monsters, I want you to run. You weigh it out."

With logic like that what could Vaughn do? He spun in the sand and hauled his ass as fast as his legs could take him toward Ar's beach house.

A huge growl erupted behind him followed by a loud crashing noise. A hand grazed his ankle, causing him to fall forward and scream. He face-planted in the sand and flipped over quickly in time to witness Ar dragging the other one away by his legs.

He watched as Ar spun in a circle holding the monster in his hands, spinning faster and faster, raising the monster higher until he finally released him. The creature sailed through the night sky, finally splash-landing hundreds of feet out in the ocean.

Vaughn slumped down in short-lived relief until he glanced up to Ar stomping towards him.

"When I fucking tell you to run you do it! Now come on, we have to get to the house."

Once Upon A Time...

 

 Hello everybody. Today’s my turn (Jade) to hold the fort. I thought really hard about what I could talk about, and I finally decided that I will tell you a fairy tale. So sit down comfortably (or better yet, lay down), take some cookies and a glass of your favorite drink, and let me whisper in your ear the fantastic legend of the Story Orgy.

Calling all, folks! Let me tell you about the amazing history of the Story Orgy.

Once upon a time ...

There once was a Goddess who lived in a kingdom where the books were kings. She wrote a lot by herself, and her subjects loved her talent and stories. One day, she decided to do something different. She took random words heard during her forays into town - maybe a snippet of dialogue, perhaps a random situation, or a favorite: a word for a character, another one for a place, and then another one for a situation - and wrote a short story based on these words.

The success was meteoric and attracted the attention of Kind Sir, a man who had spent his life teaching and was now enjoying a well deserved rest. The idea that came to the Goddess enraptured him, and he decided to go and find her to offer her to collaborate. The Goddess gladly accepted, delighted to have had that kind of effect with her little snippet on a scholar like him.

 

But the Kind Sir was not alone. He had with him his muse. A woman who had always wanted to write but had not found the courage to do it alone. When she heard what the Goddess and the Kind Sir intended to do, she asked if she could join them. The Goddess and the Kind Sir were thrilled to have her with them, and they agreed happily.  

 

The Goddess - who was never short of ideas or imagination - told herself that the concept was fantastic, but couldn't see why they should stop at three. She then thought of a friend of the neighboring kingdom, the Fur King, who also wrote many books. So she went to her neighbor and asked him to participate in this new concept of writing, which the Fur King accepted without hesitation - he was always ready for a challenge.

They thought of a name, and the Story Orgy was born.

So the four of them began to work.

One day, a Wise Man came to pass by the cottage in which they had decided to settle when they wrote and knocked on their door. He told them :

“An orgy requires a minimum of six people. It goes (counting on his fingers) masturbation, one-on-one, threesome, two couples swinging, two couples swinging with a looky-loo,  (holds up six fingers) orgy’s six.”

The group thought it was a great idea and they began to think who they could add. At some point, one of them mentioned that it would be nice to have beautiful pictures to go with their stories. Now the Muse wasn’t only a muse, she was also the other half of a Princess, the Yin to her Yang.

 

The Princess loved beautiful things and she collected pictures for her own pleasure. The Goddess came to see her, and asked her if she wanted to help the Story Orgy group with pictures. The Princess agreed eagerly, so happy to be a part of such a wonderful group. They were now five; only one more to find.

The Kind Sir mentionned then that he knew someone in the kingdom who wrote sexy little snippets. He asked the Goddess to go and talk to him. The man was called the Sunshine, for he brightened everybody's life with his warmth and caring attitude. So she went to see him. The Sunshine was excited at the prospect, and accepted as quickly as the others did.


And so, two years to this month later, we are still as strong and loving as ever...

Now, if you have some time to spare, please take a look at these books (there are not the latest ones, but they are my favorites, so if you didn't read them, DO IT NOW!!)
Just click on the name of the book to follow the link...

A Beautiful Silence by Lee Brazil
Destiny's Bastard by Hank Edwards
Chocolate Dreams by Em Woods
Geoff's Teddy (Synchronous Seductions) by Havan Fellows

Enjoy your reading!


Jade

 

Hank's Story Orgy Update

Good Monday morning, Orgiasts! Oh, how I miss these intros. But, I do believe this break will prove beneficial to us all, writers and readers alike, when you see what we Story Orgy writers have in store for you in 2013.

Before I prattle on any further, I'd like to extend a hearty congratulations to Em Woods, whose revamped version of A Christmas Carol, won Best Historical in the Love Romance Cafe Best of 2012 Awards. Congrats, Em, it is well deserved! If you haven't read Em's story yet, be sure to download a copy for yourself from Total E-Bound books HERE or Amazon HERE or All Romance eBooks HERE. This ain't your grandparents' Charles Dickens!

For today's post, I'm going to be just a wee bit self-centered and chat about what I'm working on these days. First and foremost, I've signed a contract with Loose Id for Roughed Up, book 3 of my Pearce and Mark series (still don't have an overall name for it… anyone have any ideas?). This story finds Mark and Pearce enjoying some quality time relaxing on a beach in Barbados, but, of course, Mark can't stay out of trouble for long. He becomes involved in a sex slavery ring and, before you know it, Pearce has to race to find his lover before Mark ends up sold to the highest bidder! It's got all the familiar "Up" series trimmings: hot sex, snarky comments, pulse pounding suspense, and, yeah, did I mention the hot sex? Not certain of a release date, yet, but I'll keep you posted. Need to catch up with Mark and Pearce's mysteries? Find the first two books on Amazon HERE or All Romance eBooks HERE.

The other big project I'm working on is book 3 of my Venom Valley Series. Josh, Dex, and Glory are working on their plans to bring the fight to the doorstep of that evil vampire, Balthazar. This book has some returning secondary characters, such as Beatrice the saloon girl, Walker Maxwell, the mysterious and sexy Army sergeant, and, of course, Sally, crazy bitch extraordinaire, the Old West's version of Renfield, if you will. There will be plenty of danger and scares, some steamy sex, and a final battle that you've got to read to believe. The first two books, Bounty and Bait, have all led up to this story. I'm about five chapters into the writing, so it's going to take some time, but be patient with me and we'll all get out of this series alive. Well, most of us. If you need to catch up with the first two books (vampires and zombies in the Old West with a gay romance at its core, what's not to like?), find them on Amazon HERE or on All Romance eBooks HERE.

Some short stories are on my to-do list as well, for some Story Orgy anthologies and other collections, so come back to this page each Monday for updates. Each of us Story Orgy members are taking a turn keeping you in the know. Happy Monday to you all, and I'll see you on the Facebook pages.

Havan Fellow's Wicked Solutions...a new release

A Story Orgy^™ Author New Release Alert!

Havan Fellows

Wicked Solutions

A Pulp Friction story

Sometimes the only way for justice to prevail is to get a little Wicked...

Blurb:

People who call him know the deal. He'll solve their problems, but he'll do it his way. That's the only way Wick Templeton plays the game. His years on the force and connections to all types of specialists put him in a league of his own. That's how he intends to keep it.

An ex-boyfriend in need puts Wick on a path that crosses that of Ned Harris, a stranger who proves to be a worthy adversary.

Wick's simple agenda gets a little more complicated. Item one: Clear his ex's name. Item two: unmask the enigma that is Ned Harris.

It's a good agenda. Too bad Wick can't seem to stick to it.

You can find Wicked Solutions at All Romancee-books & Amazon

Excerpt:

Wick whistled while he worked, clicking on different files in Neer's computer and copy/saving them onto the brand new flash drive he had brought with him. Most of the files would end up being worthless, but he wouldn't chance missing the right one because he didn't want to transfer them all over.

"Would you mind not whistling that shit?"

Wick didn't even bother looking up, he could tell from his periphery vision that the big brute still sat proper in the chair. "Oh sorry, was that bothering you?" He licked his lips and when he blew between them the theme song for It's a Small World took flight.

"Just kill me now."

"I don't take requests. Now less talking please, I'm concentrating." He continued whistling his little ditty while he finished the last of the transfers.

He reached into his pocket for his second flash drive when he noticed a link on the M drive that he could've sworn wasn't there before. He clicked on it...nothing. He moved the mouse over it again and double clicked...still nothing.

"Say, Cliffy dah-ling. What's so special about the M drive?"

"Go to hell, fuckwad."

"Okay, that's a tad unwarranted." But it wasn't the words that got Wick's interest piqued. No, he already guessed Neer wasn't a poet. The way his back stiffened when asked about the M drive, now that interested Wick.

He messed around trying to find a back door for this elusive drive, but no go. Finally he just put his pointer over it and clicked repeatedly out of frustration.

It opened up to a password protected file.

"Well fuck me, that really does work?" He chuckled as he searched the obvious places on the desk just in case Neer's denseness equaled Brad's. Unfortunately, Neer didn't leave a handy dandy sticky note with passwords stuck anywhere. Well, this was as far as he could go without asking for help. He curled his lip up to the right, he hated asking for help.

"Hey Cliffy, wanna play a game?"

He twirled the chair so he faced the back of Neer's head and propped his feet on the desk.

"Go to hell, fuc—"

Wick raised his voice over Neer's, "There are five main swear words that are frequently used in the English language to hurt people's feelings. When used with lesser cuss words you can procure hundreds of derogatory names. When combined to make compound words your options go into the thousands, even higher if you aren't particularly worried about the grammar Nazis. If you insist on insulting me I'm going to have to ask that you change it up each time. It keeps our romance alive, keeps the spark in our relationship.

"So now, about our game. I've got a silencer in my bag here. I'm about to equip it on my gun right here in my hand." He held up the gun, when Neer attempted to look he stopped him. "What are you doing? No turning around. I really do have a silencer. You'll have to have a little faith in your dance partner on this one. Now, I'm going to ask you a few simple questions. If you answer them correctly all is well. If you don't; I shoot. Let's say, oh I don't know...I'll begin about a foot away from you, but each time I don't get the answer I want my aim will target a little closer...and yada yada yada. Get the gist of it?"

Hi Y'all...It's Em!

Ooh! Ooh! Guess what?! I get to be the roving reporter today! YAY!

And do I have some great news! (You wouldn't guess that I hate exclamation marks, would you? lol)

Your Story Orgy has been nominated in the Love Romances Cafe 2012 awards!

For Best GLBT Author of 2012 - 

Em Woods

Hank Edwards

Lee Brazil

For Best GLBT Book of 2012 -
Lee Brazil's Saint's Curse: Luke

For Best Cover of 2012 - 

Havan Fellows's Geoff's Teddy

For Best Series of 2012 - 

Hank Edwards's Venom Valley series

Lee Brazil's Truth or Dare series

For Best Historical of 2012 - 

Em Woods & Charles Dickens's A Christmas Carol

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