Vampire Mine ~ The Finale

copyright c.2011 Megan Slayer

Cy fisted his hands behind his back. Not because Martin wanted something impossible, but because he wanted to make Martin’s desires come true. Was that crazy? Not as crazy as the need to be inside the man. Cy’s fangs elongated in his mouth. The bloodlust bubbled within him. Oh fuck. The last time things happened so fast, he damned near drained his partner. He turned away and grabbed the bottle of lube from the bureau.

When he returned his attention to Martin, Martin smiled and tipped his head. Sweetness radiated off his body and the scent of his blood filled Cy’s nose. The smile broadened a bit. “I trust you. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have come on to you.”

Trust. What a completely common word with such an overwhelming meaning. His baser desires roared within him. Bite. Bite. Bite. Cy shivered and squirted lube onto his hand.

“Hard. Make me feel every last inch.”

Martin wanted it, then Cy would give. Cy wrapped his fingers around his cock, coating himself with the slippery lube. He swayed on his feet, caught up in the overwhelming need to sink his teeth into Martin’s vein. Cy lined his cock up with the tight rosette of Martin’s ass and pressed.

“Oh fuck!” The smile left Martin’s face and his eyes closed. His lips parted. “Yes.”

Cy groaned and pushed deeper into Martin’s ass. His vision blurred like when he bit into a victim. God, it was heady being with Martin. And he hadn’t even moved. Cy grabbed Martin’s hips and worked in and out of Martin’s body. Time and space meant nothing as he lost himself in the tight, hot depths of his lover. He tilted his head back and growled.

“Do it,” Martin gasped. “Please.”

Cy forced his eyes open. Where was his restraint? Where was his reserve? He wasn’t the type to let his vampire instincts just take over. “I can’t hold back.” Frustration thickened his voice.

“I’m yours.”

The world blurred again as Cy slumped forward and clamped down onto Martin’s neck. Sugary sweetness burst on his tongue. The pressure of Martin’s ass around Cy’s cock grew tighter. Fuck. He’d lose his load in a hot second. Cy shuddered and emptied his seed into the condom. He braced himself on his forearms and withdrew from Martin’s vein.
“Oh. My. God.” Martin went limp beneath Cy. “Wow.”

Cy pulled out of Martin and flopped onto his back beside his lover. Wow was right. He wasn’t sure how long they laid together.

“I came looking for you tonight.”

“Why?” Here we go. Cyrus braced himself for the worst. The things he wanted most never seemed to turn out. He stared at the ceiling rather than look into Martin’s eyes.

“I wanted you.” Martin rose up on his elbow. He splayed his hand across Cy’s chest.

“So you said.” Optimism blossomed, but Cy snuffed it out. No hope was better than crushed hope. Still, he liked the feel of Martin touching him.

“I wanted you to notice me. You always seem so low—like someone kicked your cat. Broke my heart.” Martin smoothed his hand up Cy’s chest to his chin. He forced Cy to look at him. “When I see your gorgeous eyes and sexy smile, I can’t look away.”

“You don’t have to—”

“Flatter you?” Martin nodded and caressed Cy’s bottom lip with his thumb. “I don’t, you’re right, but I want to. Call me crazy, but I’ve been a little in love with you since we met.”

“Met? Like a couple hours ago? That’s too quick for love at first sight, even for a pessimist like me.”

“Kinda.” Martin shrugged. “I’ve been coming to the bar for at least six months. Since I made partner at Ellis and Ellis.”

“Partner? Wow.” Okay, that impressed him. The guy had a career and a future. Coming to the bar for six months watching him? That was a little spooky. Was it a vampire fetish? Death wish?

“Yeah, I’d sit in Candy’s area and just take in the sights. She knew about the crush. Hell, she figured it out before I did. Maybe it was the look in my eyes or the bloody Mary. I’m not sure.”

Cy did the mental computation. He’d made so many drinks, but with a name like Bloody Mary, it stuck out. He hated mixing the concoction...so messy and unappealing. “So that was you... but why didn’t you come talk to me before tonight?” If he’d have known it was Martin on the receiving end, things would’ve been different.

“I never said anything. I’m shy. I know, a shy lawyer. What a crock of shit.” Martin rolled his eyes and shook his head. “I have to sound like a lunatic.”

“I don’t think so.”

Slowly Martin turned his attention back to Cy. His eyes widened. “Can I be honest?”

“Please do.” There wasn’t much more Martin could say that would shock him.

“I worked over at least fifteen ways to say hi without looking like a stalker but I couldn’t go through with it. Chicken shit, I guess. I saw how you dealt with customers, how you smiled, laughed every once in a blue moon, and I wanted more than one night. Yes, Candy gave me the extra push, but offering myself was purely my idea. It was exactly what I wanted to do.” Martin’s chest rose and fell with each excited breath.

“Wanted?” Cy cupped Martin’s cheek with a shaky hand.

“Still want to.”

If Martin could be honest, then so could Cy. “You know the mate thing is a crock of shit, right? A tall tale perpetuated by those who know nothing about vampires. We hook up like anyone else and there’s no destined love. Its just attraction and we hope it works out.”
“Good.”
“Good?” The response was so final.

Martin shrugged again and the smile returned. “I’d rather be your boyfriend and lover than some made up mate.” He crinkled his nose. “Besides, mate sounds so primitive.”

Cy chuckled. He still had the limp condom on and Martin’s blood on his tongue. Being with Martin wasn’t anything like he’d expected, but more than he could’ve hoped for. “Boyfriend does have a nice ring to it.”
Martin snuggled up next to cy and wrapped his arm around Cy’s middle. “Cy?”
“Yeah?” Cyrus raked his fingers through Martin’s hair. Things had gone so fast, but hell who was he to question a simple twist of fate?

“Let’s make love again. I like knowing I belong to you.”

“You got it—once I ditch the rubber.” Then they could make love all night long.

“Sounds like a plan.”

Vampire Mine ~ Part Four

copyright c.2011 Megan Slayer

Martin stepped back. He’d opened his heart and poured his thoughts out for Cyrus to do whatever he wanted and all Cy had to say was it’s not that hot. What the hell?

“They say hell’s hot. It’s bad, but not that bad.”

Oh. Wait. Martin processed Cy’s words. “What are you talking about?”

“Hell.” Cy’s voice dropped an octave. “I’ve been there.” He nodded. “Come on in. You’re here.”

Something wasn’t right and yet, he had no idea what the fuck it was. He stepped into the living room of the apartment. Boring. That was the first word to come to mind. Cy’s home, if it was indeed his home, was boring as all get out. No knickknacks, no posters, nothing to give the room personality.

“I don’t usually crash here. This was my grandmother’s place.”

That explained a lot. Martin forked his fingers into his hair, not knowing what else to do with them. There was so much he wanted to say and so many things he wanted to do with Cy—like fuck against the door. “Cy.”

Cy crossed the space and pulled Martin into his arms. He parted his lips and rubbed his thumb along Martin’s bottom lip. “You’re a very beautiful man. I’m a monster. I like you. A lot. Run or stay, it’s up to you.”

Wow. He’d hoped, but Martin wasn’t totally sure Cy would appreciate his coming to Cy’s place. Hell, he didn’t even think Cy saw him as attractive. But beautiful...? Martin swayed on his feet. He had to do something other than just bobble there. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to Cy’s. Rough skin met soft slick skin. Martin shivered. Cy tasted like wine and something else. His brain shouted sunshine, but how the fuck was it possible a vampire could taste like the one thing that should kill him?

Cy’s groan, combined with his inching closer to Martin turned Martin on more. Cy was intoxicating. Getting involved with him could be deadly. Why did Martin suddenly not give a shit if Cy killed him?

Martin broke the kiss and dropped to his knees. He’d never been so overt, but fuck, he needed to taste the delectable vampire. Martin rubbed his face on Cy’s groin, memorizing the scent of smoke and liquor on Cy’s clothes. The musk of excited man hung in the air as well. Nice.

“I shouldn’t want you so much,” Cyrus rumbled. “But shouldn’t sucks cock.”

“No.” Martin fumbled with Cy’s button and the zipper on his jeans. “I suck cock.”

Eyes rolling back, Cy forked his fingers into Martin’s hair, tugging the short strands. The rush of pain kicked his lust into another dimension. The definite bulge in Cy’s jockey shorts indicated something was brewing between them. Martin smoothed his mouth over Cy’s erection and breathed in deep. God, he loved the smell of turned-on man.

Cy moaned and slowly worked his groin against Martin’s face. Martin took the opportunity to lick from the bottom to the top of the bulge.

“Fuck.” The grasping got tighter. “Too good.”

No shit. The whole scene was too damned good. Martin inched back and rifled in his back pocket for his wallet. Condom. He always had a spare or two. Too bad he never really got the chances to use them. The foil refused to budge from the thick leather. Fuck. Of all the times he wanted a condom and now the thing wouldn’t cooperate.

“Take your time.” Cy ripped his shirt up over his head and shifted his weight. He smoothed his hand from Martin’s hair and cupped his cheek. “We’ve got till the sun comes up around seven.”

That sounded a little better, but he still felt stupid. Couldn’t even get a condom from his wallet. Martin closed his eyes and took a long draw of air. Settle, he reminded his nerves. Time to settle. As he let out the breath, he gazed at Cy. Even a little weathered, the guy oozed sex appeal. Crooked grin, deep-set eyes. And then there was the body. Lean muscle in all the right places, a thin trail of hair between his pecs...delicious. Martin wobbled on his knees.

“Sheath me so we can find heaven.”

Cy’s command brought Martin from his lust-induced haze. Sheathing. Yes. That would be a great idea. He pulled the pesky packet from his wallet and ripped the foil with his teeth. At the same time, Cy worked open his jeans and shoved the denim towards the floor. The fabric pooled at his feet in a soft thump.

Martin gasped. No boxers. No briefs. Just sexy, shorn cock. Wow. Martin stared up at Cyrus as he rolled the rubber down Cy’s length. Cy shivered and a slow smile curled on his lips.

“Drop you pants.”

Martin scurried from his position on the floor and unbuttoned his slacks. The cotton tangled around his ankles as he shoved his boxer shorts in the same direction. God, he had no grace when he wanted fucked.

“Easy does it.” Cy placed his hand on Martin’s back. “On the bed on all fours.”

“I want you to bite me.”

“Martin.”

“There’s more between us than just lust.” Martin sat on the edge of the bed and leaned back, exposing his ass. “I don’t understand how, but I belong to you.”

Vampire Mine ~ Part Two

copyright c.2011 Megan Slayer


“Um...” Martin tapped the top of his bottle with his index finger. “You’re a vampire?”

“I’m a bartender.” Cyrus glanced away and fidgeted with his towel. “Nothing thrilling.”

“I see.” Martin ran his thumbnail down the line of condensation on his beer bottle. “Candy told me all about you. Crazy. She seemed to think we’d hit it off.” He paused and drummed his fingers on the bar top. Fuck. He never should’ve listened to the bubbly waitress. She might know Cyrus, but the way to really get to know him wasn’t bluntness. Still, he couldn’t help but be drawn to him, vampire or not. “I think we might...hit it off.”

Cy’s eyes widened, but he said nothing.

In for a pound... “If you’re a vampire—it’s cool. I’m not looking for status or a one nighter. I’d like a hot time with a hot guy, absolutely. A glass of wine, good conversation...”

“Hot sex?” Candy elbowed in next to him and nodded to Cyrus. “He wants hot sex, he’s just being a doofus and not saying it.”

A crimson flush crept across Cyrus’ cheeks and down his neck. Although Martin wanted to wrap his hands around Candy’s pretty little neck and wring it, he couldn’t help but smile at Cyrus. The blush was so sexy. Yeah, he did want hot sex with Cyrus and damned soon.

“I’m needed down at the other end of the bar.” Cyrus dipped his head and scurried away.

“Thanks, Candy. How sweet of you. I was making progress.”

“Bullshit,” she snorted. “I saw you. You’re so screwed.”

“No, I’m not.” Angry, more than a little. She had such timing.

“Seriously?” She leaned one elbow on the bar and leaned into him. “Good advice? Good wine? Just say what you freaking mean. You want to go into the office and suck him off.”

Okay, she kind of had him there. Just not in quite such blunt terms. “I thought I’d use a little more finesse.”

“Finesse blows.” She snorted and glanced out over the dance floor. “Look, it’s almost two am. Last call should be...” she pointed at the DJ.

“You know what time it is folks, Last Call.” The DJ waved his hands in the air. “Get those last drinks ‘cuz the bar closes in exactly ten minutes.”

Candy grinned. “See? Right on time.” She leaned in a little closer than Martin wanted and whispered, “He takes exactly twenty minutes to clean up—OCD, I swear. Be here at 2:20 sharp.”

“Candy.”

“Offer him a ride. He always walks and why? He can kick almost everyone’s collective ass. And, no, he doesn’t know I know about him being gay and a vampire, but I’m telling you, a woman knows.” She tipped her head and ambled away into the gyrating group of dancers.

Martin peeled the edge of the label on his beer bottle and thought about her words. It had been quite a long time since he’d had anyone to talk to. Even longer since he’d been in a relationship he enjoyed. He placed money on the bar and strolled into the crisp night air. He had a little less than half an hour to make up his mind.

Stay or go.

He plopped down behind the wheel of his Beemer and scooted low in the seat. He thought about Cyrus. With other men, Martin had no troubles. They saw his blue eyes and crooked smile and the deal was sealed. With Cyrus? No dice. The guy scared him. Was it the vampire thing? No. It was Cyrus, so damn skittish. What was he afraid of? Who hurt Cyrus?

Martin drew a long breath and let it out slowly. He wanted to do this right, despite Candy’s advice. Cyrus deserved honesty and the best Martin could give him. He climbed out from behind the wheel and headed back into the bar.

He’d listen to a little of Candy’s advice.

But just a little.

Vampire Mine ~ Part One

After much thought and talk with the girls, I went with a vampire - I do know a lot about them, living with three - and well, why not. So here's part one. Read and enjoy!


copyright c.2011 Megan Slayer


“Vampire!”

Cyrus jerked up from his place at the bar. Vampire? Who squealed? Techno music blared and sweaty bodies gyrated before him. A rainbow of colors splashed all over the bar top and glittered on the hanging wine goblets and brandy snifters.

“Come on everyone and dance to the latest by Mamie Lala, Vampire.” The DJ worked the tables and switched the track. The first strains of the Mamie Lala song thumped the floor of the bar.

Cyrus rolled his eyes and resumed drying the tall boy beer glass. He didn’t exactly advertise his...persuasion. Once most women found out he was a vampire they wanted one of two things, to say they’d bedded a vampire or to run the other way. The last one to get to know him beyond his name and preferred blood type was Annabel and she left once she realized he couldn’t provide the things she wanted, like long walks in the sunshine or day trips in the convertible. And he wasn’t really interested in getting married in a church. Call him crazy but the possibility of immolation didn’t really sit well with him.

Candy, one of the waitresses wiggled up next to him. “Like this song?” She bumped him with her hip. “I liked War Horses better. Are you finally gonna ask me out tonight?”

Cyrus placed the glass right side up on the drying towel. “Well, hon, I’m actually thinking about cashing in when the night’s up. Not in a cheery mood.”

“You never are.” She drummed her fingers on the bar top. “Oh hell. He’s here again.” Candy dug her elbow into Cyrus’ side. “Since you refused, I’m asking him to dance.”

Cyrus looked in the direction she pointed. Oh hell was right. He wobbled on his feet for a moment. He’d hoped the guy would come back, but then again, he was a terrible judge of character. For all he knew the guy wasn’t even gay or bi.

Oh well. Right now he had drink orders to fill and more tall boys to wash.

“Beer please?”

Cyrus turned towards the voice, ready to get the order. Instead of a club kid or one of the waitresses, his mystery man smiled and tipped his bottle.

His heart hammered in his chest—odd since Cyrus didn’t really need it. He forced himself forward and flattened his hands on the bar top. “Draft, bottle or house?”

The man tilted his head towards the dance floor. “Your girl there hooked me up with a Bud. Got anything by the house that’s better?”

His girl? Crap. His brain didn’t want to work. What the hell did they have for beer?

“Buddy, stay with us. I just meant I wanted a new beer. You okay?”

Shit. He’d been staring way too long. Cyrus bumbled through the beer selections. “What’ll you have?”

“What do you suggest?”

“I’ll ask Candy. She’s tasted everything on the list and a few I didn’t know we had.”

“You don’t drink?”

Not anything with liquor in it. “Nah. Not any longer.”

As if on cue, Candy bounced up next to the mystery man and pressed her breasts into his shoulder. “Since neither of you want to take me home, why don’t you two go fuck each other.”

“Excuse me?”

“Oh Martin, stuff it—in Cyrus. You can say you had a vampire.” She giggled and shrugged. “Or not.” Giggling again, she flopped her hair over her shoulder.

“I see.” Martin averted his gaze. “Awkward.”

And thanks to Candy, his secret was out and his mystery man not interested.

Shit.

HELP ME WITH A HALLOWEEN STORY!!!

Ok, so I know this is my last post of September. I'm looking for some help. Last year, we women of the Menagerie wrote a short, Lederhosen Is Sexy, for Halloween. Now, I don't know about the other girls--Kealie's got her hands full, Jenny Kat's been wicked busy, and Mysti does what she can even though she's crazy busy, too--but I wanted some...prompts. Yup. I want YOU the readers of the blog to give me shout outs--what do YOU want to see in a Halloween story? Vampires? Shifters? Fallen Angels? Demons? M/F? M/F/M? M/M? It's up to you.

You'd better comment. My last call to the readers didn't get the response I wanted. This story is going to be written FOR our readers. So if you don't give me feedback, I can't write what you want. I might come up with a fallen angel and the vampire that loves him or something...with lots of hot sex and a handcuff fetish or something.

Come on. It's all in Halloween Fun!!!

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I thought I'd post today because I've got a free read out. You guessed it. Today. *G*
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Lederhosen is Sexy - Part 4 by Mysti Holiday

Missed Part One? Find it Here!

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For a moment, her only awareness was Cody, his scent, the feel of his thick cock pumping into her wet core, the soft sounds of arousal he made in her ear. It was all so familiar and hot. Slowly, though, reality seeped in.

“Cody! God... anyone could see us.” Despite keeping her legs wrapped around his waist, she pushed against his chest.

He stilled, then nibbled along her cheekbone sending zings of desire through her body. “Do you want me to stop?”

Did she? God, no. “Don’t stop. I need you.” She tipped her head sideways, inviting him to press soft kisses to her neck and as he did he continued to move inside her, slow, deep thrusts that all but touched her heart. The emotions inside her built even as her orgasm did and when he shifted so his cock rubbed her clit with every move she whimpered, shivering as she started to come.

Cody covered her lips with his, muting their cries of completion as he plunged inside her one last time. Jerusha tasted salt in their kiss and only then realized she was crying. Her heart was so full of love for him, it overflowed and she couldn’t stop the tears from falling.

As Cody pulled out from her and tucked himself back inside his lederhosen, she dipped her head to hide her tears. She used the petticoat portion of her costume to clean up until she was composed enough to look at him.

“Jerusha?” He lifted her head with a finger under her chin. “Can we go somewhere private?

She laughed, keeping things light. “Now you want privacy?”

Cody’s expression was serious, as serious as she’d seen him. “I do. Please.”

She nodded, twining her fingers in his and leading him upstairs to her room, ignoring the questioning look Colleen threw her way as they passed.

Once inside, she closed and locked the door. “Private enough?”

He nodded, but when she reached for him, assuming he wanted to make love, he stepped back. Her heart dropped to her toes. The last time he’d acted like this, he’d dumped her. “Cody?” She backed up to the bed and flopped down.

A tiny smile quirked his lips then and he shoved his hands into the front pockets of his costume. “Jerusha.”

He took a deep breath and knelt between her knees. His left hand reached out and brushed a bit of hair from her face, then his thumb rubbed her still swollen lips. The tenderness was her undoing and tears welled and slowly traveled down her cheeks. He leaned forward, kissing each one away and then pressing one hard kiss to her mouth.

Eyes looking down at her knees, he started to speak. “Jerusha, I spent this last month absolutely miserable. I thought I wanted space. I thought I wanted freedom, but I discovered that real freedom is willingly sharing a life with the person who loves you enough to let you go. You never tried to guilt me into staying, never tried to force me to be someone I’m not. You let me leave and the only words you said were ‘I love you’.” His gaze lifted then, all but boring through her with its intensity. “Do you still love me?”

“Oh, Cody. Of course I do.”

His right hand appeared then, fisted with the fingers facing up. “Then take this and let me love you for the rest of our lives.” He opened his hand to reveal a small diamond solitaire ring.

She looked at it, then at him. “Cody, you don’t have to marry me. I know you hate the thought of being tied down.”

“You’re not a ball and chain, Jerusha.” He lifted her left hand and slipped the ring on her finger. “You’re the one who gives me wings.”

Jerusha cupped his face, caressed his skin with her fingers. “Cody, I love you so much. If this is what you really want, then I’d love to be your wife.”

He stood and laid her back on the bed, then joined her there, spooning against her, one hand cupping her breast and one curling around her pubis, fingers rubbing against her and making her wet all over again. “I love you back. Give me a few minutes and I’ll show you how much.”



Finishing up a story is never easy, especially when you didn't have a hand in the beginning! I had only a few words to get the characters to have sex (thanks, Jenny! LOL) and then find resolution emotionally. It was fun. And I love a sappy happy ending. I hope you did, too! ~ Mysti Holiday

Lederhosen Is Sexy-- Part 3 by Jennifer Katherine Shepherd

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Missed Part Two? Find it here!

His body moved against hers. It had been so long since their bodies fit together…too long. Jerusha tried to hold onto her anger and pain over his leaving, but the heat building in her pushed it away. All that was left was molten lava. And, what better way to show him what he's been missing than to give him just a little taste of it.

The crowd pushed them even closer together, and Jerusha felt his cock straining against her. She cast a quick look around as the light dimmed. Nobody was watching. And the thought someone might excited her even more. She stroked his cheek and pressed tightly against him. When he groaned deep in his throat, a smile played across her lips and she continued stroking—down his neck, his chest, his waist. A sharp intake of breath was her reward when she slipped her hand between them, rubbing his erection through his pants.

"We can take this somewhere else," he suggested with ragged breath.

"Or we can stay right here," she countered, breathing into his ear.

He groaned again and pulled her closer to him.

"Turnabout is fair play," he whispered, as he danced her into an alcove and pushed her against the wall. With one finger, he traced the swell of her breasts where they spilled out of her costume. Pushing the material down, he released one tit and cradled it in his hand.

"I've missed this," he said. Bending his head, he drew her into his mouth.

God, so much for teasing him with what he's been missing. Did that plan ever backfire.

Jerusha wrenched herself out of his grasp and turned away from him, pulling up her bodice.

"This?" she asked, her voice thick with a combination of desire and tears. "Or me? Because, God help me, no matter how much I want you, Cody, I can't go through another month like the one I just went through."

Cody pulled her back into his arms and rested his chin on her head.

"I was a fool," he confessed. "It didn't take but a few days before I realized that everything I wanted, everything I needed was with you. WAS you."

He teased her nipples through the thin material of her bodice and nuzzled her neck.
The fire inside Jerusha blazed up and she turned in his embrace, lifting herself on tiptoes to kiss him. Their tongues met in an age-old dance as she pressed herself tightly against him. He lifted her, pressing her against the wall as she wrapped her legs around him.

"Damn all these clothes," he mumbled against her hair.

"We could always go up to one of the bedrooms."

"Or we could do this," he said, moving her panties aside and, having somehow undone his pants, slipped inside her.

The music outside the alcove had changed to an erotically charged beat and Cody adjusted his rhythm to the song. Jerusha scraped her fingers down his back as he filled her.

Lederhosen Is Sexy - Part 2 by Kealie Shay

Missed Part One? Find it Here!

Jerusha took a hesitant step into the room. The music thumped like a giant’s heartbeat and the sea of people in front of her writhed and twisted to the pounding rhythm. She had to smile. Leave it to Colleen to call this a “little gathering of friends.” Jerusha would bet that Colleen didn’t even know half these people.

She shook her head and her smile widened as she stepped further into the room, coming right to the edge of the mass of dancers. She turned to find her friend and came face to face with the one man she wasn’t sure she wanted to see tonight.

“Cody.” She murmured.

He tilted his golden head and slid his gaze down her body. The emerald color of his eyes darkened on the return trip to her face. She returned his perusal with every intention of ogling the body she’d missed so much. She stopped short when she got to his costume… then threw her hand up over her mouth to hold in the hysterical laughter trying desperately to slip out. His lips moved, but she couldn’t hear what he was saying over the pulsing backbeat of the music.

He leaned in to her and spoke directly into her ear. “Nice costume.” His breath puffed against her ear, sent a shiver shuddering down her spine, but didn’t stifle the laughter still fighting to get out.

“Funny, I was going to say that same thing.” She snickered, and gave up the fight. Leaning against his arm, Jerusha let loose the giggles she’d been bottling up and laughed until she had to hold her sides. She realized rather quickly that he wasn’t laughing with her. She gasped and stifled the giggles.

“Are you done?” he asked with a sardonic lift of his eyebrow.

Jerusha nodded and reached up to wipe the tears from her cheeks. She bit her lip and endeavored to keep her gaze on his eyes. If she looked down at his costume again she’d not be able to stop the giggles this time.

“What made you decide on that one?” Her lips twitched as she asked the question, and the answering humor in his eyes didn’t help her at all. That was one thing they’d always had – they could laugh together until everything was okay.

He looked down at his brown and green lederhosen outfit… that perfectly matched her own costume, then back to her dress. “A little birdie delivered this costume and told me that it would be most prudent for me to wear this tonight.”

A little birdie her ruffled bottom! She swung around, glaring at the people surrounding them, looking for her traitorous friend in the crowd. Colleen caught her eye from across the room and gave her a thumbs up sign. Jerusha narrowed her eyes and promised retribution. Apparently Colleen got the message, but she wasn’t worried. She grinned and blew Jerusha a kiss and sauntered off into the crowd. “Traitor,” she muttered.

The light brush of Cody’s hand on her arm drew her back around to face him. He leaned into her space again, and spoke against her ear. “Don’t be mad at her, Jer. I really wanted to do this for you.”

Goosebumps broke out along her neck when his lips brushed the shell of her ear as he spoke. Another puff of his breath pebbled her nipples and tremors shook her as she leaned against him. She’d brought her hands up and grasped his biceps before she even realized she had the urge to touch him. Who was she kidding? She always had the urge to touch him.

Somehow, she found herself pressed up against his chest. He took a deep breath and his chest rubbed against her distended nipples, wringing a gasp from her lips. She tilted her head when he took her earlobe between his teeth and nibbled. She swayed against him and he murmured in her ear.

“Dance with me, Jer. I miss feeling you move against me.”

She realized the music had changed. No longer frenetic in it’s beat, instead it was slow and sultry, seductive and sexy. The man gently persuading her into the slow movements of mock lovemaking was everything the music promised. It certainly couldn’t hurt to dance with him. While she hadn’t truly had a plan when she came down those stairs, she knew she missed him. She wanted this dance.

With a sigh Jerusha let Cody pull her fully into his arms and further into the crush of people on the makeshift dance floor.



I really had a blast doing this one. I loved that I didn't know where the other aurhtors would take this one. It was great fun to find out. Enjoy! - Kealie

Lederhosen is Sexy - Part One by Megan Slayer

“Damn Halloween costume anyway.”

Jerusha adjusted the bodice of the Oktoberfest gown in a vain attempt to cover her modesty. Trust her best friend to surprise her with the “perfect” costume. How sad? Embarrassed by the amount of cleavage showing in the mirror. Oh sure, Cody would notice her in a dirndl; how could he not? She smoothed her hands over her hips, wishing the fullness of the skirt didn’t accentuate the hourglass of her figure.

Drunk people and skimpy costumes didn’t mix. Twining a braid around her finger, Jerusha sighed. She could hide...cop out and beg out of the party...face the music and hope her ex didn’t notice.

Or, she could shore her courage and dance her heart out. What if Cody made it to the Halloween bash? Let him look. He dumped her.

“Give him something to miss.” Colleen appeared over Jerusha’s shoulder. “I knew that costume was perfect for your body. Like a second skin with ruffles.”

A grin tugged the corner of Jerusha’s mouth and crimson infused her cheeks. As much as she didn’t want to admit it, the dress did look good, like a custom job.

“I don’t have the standard hose and Mary Janes. Do you think the stilettos with the buckles would work?”

“Wicked girl. Those shoes will be perfect.” Colleen’s green eyes sparkled. “Cody won’t know what hit him. Speaking of hitting him, are you going to hit on him or just act coy?”

Ah the touchy subject finally reared its head. Tell the truth? She missed his hands on her body, the way he nipped her neck when they made love, and the rumble of his voice as he murmured in her ear. She just plain missed Cody Wesleyan. But he’d walked away. Claimed he wanted something more, something she couldn’t give him. Her heart ripped raw once again. “I thought I’d be coy and do as you said—give him something to miss.”

“Good.” Clutched in her delicate fingers, Colleen handed Jerusha the knee socks. “He didn’t deserve you, and he sure doesn’t deserve a second chance, but I think he’s genuinely sad about the split.”

About time. She’d cried her eyes out over the man. Music thumped from the speakers on the first floor, vibrating the floorboards under her feet. “Is he here?”

“He and Marty are buddies. I’d assume he’s down there.”

“You don’t know? You the queen of knowing everyone’s business, don’t know if Cody is downstairs? I should be shocked, but I’m not.”

Shrugging, Colleen turned away. “I asked Marty here. Thought maybe he’d finally come around about me.” She threw her hands in the air, a sigh of exasperation falling from her lips. “Yes, I’m trying to get you and Cody back together and if I happen to hook up with Marty, then even better. Okay?”

After slipping on her shoes, Jerusha crossed the room to her best friend and wrapped her arms around Colleen’s waist. Definitely time to give the man eye candy he couldn’t refuse. “Men. Can’t live with them and can’t shoot them. Shall we go downstairs and knock those boys’ socks off? I’m ready to party!”

End Part One

I loved writing this little bit and getting the ball rolling. I mean, how can Lederhosen NOT be sexy? And what if it wasn't exactly her idea for a great costume? Things just fell into place (pun intended).
~~Megan Slayer

Free Short Story!

Hey all ... I submitted a fun little Halloween story to Whipped Cream Reviews and it's being published today! It's tough to squeeze sex and romance into 1200 words (give or take), but I hope I did it. I also took a very brief and mild foray into bondage. Hope you enjoy! Just click on the cover and you'll be there.



I'd love a little feedback after you read it. Feel free to come on back and let me know what you thought.

Yes, My Love

Love means never having to say you're sorry, doesn't it? I don't agree.

When I said I needed a break, she couldn't believe it. "Men don't need breathers. They can last all night."

"But you wore me out."

She cocked a brow and straightened her shoulders as she rose from the bed. The ice in her gaze spoke louder than anything she might say. She stood and strode from the room, the click of her boots echoing on my hardwood floor.

I screwed up. Pissing off a mistress isn't the thing to do, and yet I did. Dammit.

I wasn't sure if she left. Once her footsteps reached the carpet, the silence became deafening. I wanted to please her, to make her come all night. Instead, I let thoughts of work enter my mind. I forgot about how I wanted to worship her in favor of figures and tallies. I caressed the heavy chain of silver around my neck. My collar. Hell, I wasn't even sure I'd told her I loved her.

What to do next? She hated when I crawled. "I want a man to walk proud in front of me." How could I be proud of fucking up?

I sighed. If she remained, I'd beg, saying the only words in my heart. I made my way to the living room straining for any sign she might still be there. I couldn't call to her. Or could I? If she sat in the living room, she'd want to punish my disobedience. My cheeks flamed; I needed to be naughty.

"Mistress?"

As I entered the living room, the glow of a single candle illuminated her body. Her flaxen hair kissed her shoulders and her taut nipples peeked over the top of the demi-bra a she leaned forward. "Yes, River?"

I bowed my head, knowing I'd overstepped my boundaries. "Permission to speak, Mistress?"

"Granted."

I folded my hands behind my back. "I wish to serve you."

"And your belligerence?"

"Punish me?"

"I intend to." With steps as sure and soft as a kitten, she crossed the room. Her breath tickled my bare chest as she cupped my chin. "Sit on the bench with your back to me until I tell you to come."

"Yes, Mistress." How could she do this to me? No spanking? No further commands? I perched on the bench with my face to the wall. The humiliation. Sat in the corner like a child.

"You are beautiful when you are repentant." She stroked the muscles of my back, her nails scraping my skin. "Why do you think I sat you here?" She sighed. "You work too hard. I expect some of the stress to come home with you, but not all."

"Yes, Mistress."

She sat down next to me, pulling me into her embrace. "Enough play for one night."

Was it horrible for a man to break down? I didn't cry, but the sincerity and empathy in her voice cut through me. I buried my face against her neck.

She slipped her hand into mine. "Come to be and we'll talk."

I gazed into her green eyes, losing myself for a moment. "And then more play?"

A smile kinked her lips. "Yes, love."

Dunno if you liked this little story, but when I saw the picture, I had to write something to go along with it. Let me know what you think.

Torque

I have a free short erotic story up at Whipped Cream Reviews (they posted a call out last week ... it's awesome because I got free advertising!). I'd love for you to read it and tell me what you think. It's not easy writing anything that makes sense in only 1000 words or so.


You can either click the cover, or click HERE to read it.

Hope you enjoy :-)

I'm a Free Read!

Yessir, I am the free read author over at Whipped Cream this week. This is my first ever firt person POV story and it's from the POV of the male sub. Kinky. I thought so. So here's the temp link: http://www.longandshortreviews.com/WC/story.htm

I hope you like it and tell me about it.

Free Short Story: Camp Solitude

My 1000 word short story was accepted by Whipped Cream Reviews and posted today on their free story page. I hope you'll read it -- and I hope you enjoy it! It's not easy to smoosh a story into so few words, especially one that needs a fully consummated love scene.

Click on the cover and ... Enjoy!

Christmas Magic

Hey all... I had another story published at Whipped Cream Reviews today. Click on the cover to read it -- it's a new take on Santa Claus (ho, ho, ho)...



And, if you're looking for a way to fight the recession and still advertise your book -- this is a great way to do it. For a 1000 word short story, they pay either $5 + 1 month free cover or banner advertising -OR- 2 months free cover or banner advertising. Go here for submissions guidelines.

I'm saving mine up to advertise "Shut Up & Kiss Me" when it comes out. And I'm thinking of another 1000 word quickie... maybe I'll use the Easter Bunny this time. *G*

A Tale of Two Covers

First ... Cover #1: Kealie has a free erotic short story up on Whipped Cream called "The Wish Jar". Just click on the cover below to go read it!!



Second... Cover #2: I GOT MY COVER!!!!!!! Woot! This week, I received my cover and my first round edits. It was a banner week for me.

So... what do you think? (Kealie thinks the guy is hot... said she wouldn't kick him out of bed for eating crackers! *G*):



I can NOT wait for the story to be available.

How did you feel the first time you had something published? The first time you saw your first cover?