Sunday, May 29, 2016

GUEST AUTHOR: Yuki Edo & Yaoi Dreams

Happy Sunday!  Welcome author Yuki Edo as she shares her most recent new release and new series...




Welcome to Sakura Towers, where fantasies come to life.

Seto and Kaname have been secret lovers for a year, and Seto knows that Kaname wants them to stop hiding. He loves Kaname, yet he can’t stop worrying about what his family and co-workers will think. What Seto doesn’t know is that his lover has a plan to get everything he wants, and Kaname won’t let anything—not even Seto—stop him from having it all.






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Kaname came into the bathroom a few minutes later with a beer in his hand. He set it on the counter and began stripping right away. Seto watched him silently, admiring his body. Kaname looked perfect in a suit, and all of Seto’s female authors practically swooned over him at company events. Kaname looked like he belonged in a boys’ love manga, his legs long and lean while his torso was trim and muscular. Seto had felt inadequate the first time Kaname saw him naked, but the older man had never seemed displeased by Seto’s smaller and less muscular body.

When Kaname turned around to grab his beer, Seto saw he was already hard. He walked over to the tub and waited for Seto to make room for him. Seto moved forward so Kaname could get in behind him, taking the beer from him and setting it safely on one of the shelves on the other side. Given his state of arousal, Seto had assumed Kaname would become amorous right away, but the older man simply pulled him close and held him. His cock pressed against Seto’s ass, but all Kaname did was kiss the top of Seto’s head.

“Long day?” Seto asked after a few minutes.

“I wish every editor was like you,” Kaname said, his fingers sliding over Seto’s stomach.

“Really? I’m not sure I want any of the other editors to become obsessed with your cock.”

Kaname chuckled. “And I’d turn them all down. My cock is yours, and you know it.” He kissed Seto’s neck. “You know what I mean. You care about the quality of your work, and you meet your deadlines. You motivate your authors. You’re perfect for your job. So many enter publishing because they think it will be fun or because they enjoy reading. It’s tiresome having to constantly hound them and tell them how important the deadlines are.”

Seto leaned back into Kaname and turned his head to look up at him as best he could. “Perhaps you could have another seminar for the less experienced editors.”


“The last one didn’t work that well. I doubt I could convince the chief director to invest the money or let the editors take part of a day off just for something like that. He was reluctant enough the first time, and he’s mentioned how displeased he’s been since. We’re just going to have to do more mentoring.” Kaname’s hand moved much lower, and his fingers massaged Seto’s balls. “Right now, all I want is to touch you.” 

Tuesday, May 24, 2016

Bear Mountain is GROWING Again...



Twelve won't be the last book... there will be at least fourteen books in this series.

And with the AT LEAST... yes, there *might* be more.

I won't commit to anything past book 14 -- for now.  

If it's organic and feels right, I write it.  I don't want this series to ever get stale.




Sunday, May 22, 2016

Why Do All Old Statues Have Such Small Penises? (Reblog)

I read this interesting article on an Art History blog and thought I'd reblog and share since it was educational AND penis-related  :)  You can read the original HERE


Written by Ellen (only name listed on the blog)


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Close-up of Michelangelo’s David
Reader question: “Why do all old statues have such small penises?”
The reader who sent me this felt that it was a question that was maybe too silly for my blog, but – firstly – there are no questions too silly for this blog, and – secondly – the answer to this question is actually pretty interesting.
By “old statues”, I assume that we’re talking about ancient Greek and Roman statues. We’ll focus ancient Greek statues, as they heavily influenced all other small-penised European sculptures.
Laocoön and His Sons, Greek sculpture, Vatican Museum
Laocoön and His Sons, Greek sculpture, Vatican Museum

There are two main reasons why ancient Greek statues have small penises:
Firstly, they’re flaccid. If you compare their size to most flaccid male penises, they are actually not significantly smaller than real-life penises tend to be.
Secondly, cultural values about male beauty were completely different back then. Today, big penises are seen as valuable and manly, but back then, most evidence points to the fact that small penises were considered better than big ones.
Greek bronze, The Victorious Youth, J. Paul Getty Museum
Greek bronze, The Victorious Youth, J. Paul Getty Museum

One of the reasons historians, such as Kenneth Dover in his landmark book Greek Homosexuality, have suggested that small penises were more culturally valued is that large penises were associated with very specific characteristics: foolishness, lust and ugliness. There are actually quite a few ancient Greek sculptures that have enormous penises. Here’s one:
Statue of a satyr, Athens Archeological Museum
Greek statue of a satyr, Athens Archeological Museum

Here’s another:
A Greek Terracotta figure of Priapus, ©Christie's 2015, http://www.christies.com/LotFinder/lot_details.aspx?intObjectID=1403973
A Greek Terracotta figure of Priapus, ©Christie’s 2015

The first sculpture is of a satyr, and the second is of the Greek god Priapus. Satyrs were mythological creatures that were followers of Dionysus, the god of pleasure and wine. Priapus was a Greek fertility god cursed with a permanent erection, impotence, ugliness and foul-mindedness by Hera. Priapus was actually so despised by the other gods that he was thrown off Mount Olympus.
All representations of large penises in ancient Greek art and literature are associated with foolish, lustful men, or the animal-like satyrs. Meanwhile, the ideal Greek man was rational, intellectual and authoritative. He may still have had a lot of sex, but this was unrelated to his penis size, and his small penis allowed him to remain coolly logical.
Artemision bronze, thought to be Poseidon or Zeus, in Athens Archeological Museum.
Greek bronze, thought to be Poseidon or Zeus, Athens Archeological Museum.
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The Greek playwright Aristophanes summarises this attitude in one of his plays,Clouds, where he writes:
“If you do these things I tell you, and bend your efforts to them, you will always have a shining breast, a bright skin, big shoulders, a minute tongue, a big rump and a small prick. But if you follow the practices of today, for a start you’ll have a pale skin, small shoulders, a skinny chest, a big tongue, a small rump, a big prick and a long-winded decree.” (Lines 1010 – 1019, emphasis mine)
Ancient Greek sculptures are all about balance and idealism. Therefore, it makes sense that they wouldn’t have large penises, as this would be considered humorous or grotesque.
The ancient Romans might have been more positive towards large penises, but their sculptures continue the trend of small penises. Later, in Renaissance art, sculptors were very specifically influenced by ancient Greek art and their small penis size.
A famous example of a small penis is Michelangelo’s David (1501 – 04), a Renaissance sculpture from Florence, Italy. There’s an interesting theory for why David’s penis is so small, apart from the Greek influence. In 2005, two Florentine doctors published a paper arguing that David’s penis was shriveled by fear. When viewed from the front, David’s face actually looks frightened and concerned, because of his impending fight with the giant Goliath. The doctors argue that Michelangelo sculpted every detail in David’s body to be consistent with symptoms of fear and tension – including his genitals.
Michelangelo's David in the Galleria dell'Accademia
Michelangelo’s David in the Galleria dell’Accademia, Italy

Classical Greek sculpture has been hugely influential for all sculptural representations of the male body in European art, so it’s no wonder that small-penised statues have been the norm throughout most of Western art history. It also shows that our obsession with penis size has always been there, it’s just changed slightly.

Wednesday, May 18, 2016

NEW RELEASE: Finding His Two Bears (Bear Mountain, 11)

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After his brother was savagely beaten by their father, Jamie McCreary knows they can’t go back home. He, Colton, and Penn disappear one night, planning to eventually come back for his brothers. Life outside the bear world isn’t as easy as it looks, and it takes twelve years for the trio to finally find their way home.


On their way, they’re attacked while crossing through the reservation. Luckily, new Bear Mountain deputy Will Collins stumbles across the males and rushes them to the clinic—all while trying to ignore the deep-seated and confusing lust he feels for the eldest of the three.

Dr. Logan Sinclair doesn’t believe in brother bears or mates… but his beliefs are about to be tested when Jamie and Will run into his clinic. Can he let go of the past and embrace a new future before the alpha exiles three more McCrearys?


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Heat flooded Will’s body as he stared at Logan approaching. A swirl of light slid through Logan’s eyes as he moved closer, and looked just like the one Will had seen in Jamie’s.

“Can I help you?”

The man’s deep voice sent shivers up Will’s spine. “I was the one who brought in the three guys earlier tonight. I was wondering if Penn made it out alright.”

The doctor nodded, never taking his eyes off Will. “He’s fine. I hear you’re our new deputy.”

“Willibi Collins,” he said, offering a hand. “But most people just call me Will.”

Electric arced through his hand and up his arm at the touch.

“So I’ll be seeing a lot of you around here, it seems.”

Will swallowed at the thought. “I suppose so.”

Silence fell between them. He met Logan’s stare and saw heat there.

A fire ready to consume them both.

Movement in the hallway behind Logan caught his attention.

Jamie.

Cleaned up and wearing a pair of scrubs. His wet hair was slicked back, giving Will a better look at just how handsome he was.

Cleans up pretty good.

Anything was better than dirt and caked on blood.

Will felt his cock thicken even more and begin to throb. Breathing wasn’t happening too well, either. The walls were closing in on him…

“I’m glad he’s doing better. I should be going.” He spun and headed for the door before he made a flipping fool of himself.

“Nice meeting you,” Logan said, his voice deep.

Will cast a glance behind him and saw Jamie stalking closer. “Yeah, you, too,” he said before escaping. The cooler night air slapped him in the face as he rushed to his pickup and climbed inside.

Before he could close the door, a male body wedged itself between him and the metal.

“Thanks for stopping and helping,” Jamie said. “I didn’t get a chance to say it earlier.”

“Just doing my job,” Will said, avoiding looking at the man.

Jamie leaned in closer, the scent of freshly cleaned male tickling Will’s nose.

“Job or no, I appreciate what you did.”

Unable to stop himself, Will turned to look at Jamie. The man’s face was too close, inches from Will’s. When Jamie gently pressed his lips to Will’s, a rush of lust filled Will unlike anything he’d ever felt.

The scrape of Jamie’s beard over Will’s chin set fire to his flesh. The firm lips pressed against his, igniting the need all over again.

It was over too soon.

Will looked up into Jamie’s eyes as he rose to his full height.

The man ambled sexily back to the sliding door, as if he knew Will was watching. Logan stood in the doorway, observing everything that was transpiring. Jamie turned and both males stared at him, their eyes swirling with light.

Will started the engine and sat there willing himself to leave. These men were strangers. He barely knew them.

Yet he wanted them with a ferocity he’d never experienced. He backed away before throwing it into drive and gunning the gas. His heart thundered in his chest as he focused on the road ahead.


Wednesday, May 4, 2016

NEW RELEASE: My Best Friend's Father (Daddies, 2)


Warner was first. Now it’s Nate’s turn to share the details about his first lover. 


A military brat, an eighteen year old Nate moves with his family to a new base the summer before his senior year. Almost immediately he falls for his next-door neighbor—as well as—befriends the man’s youngest son. Nate knows there’s no chance he’d ever get his hands on Jay’s father, but that doesn’t stop him from fantasizing like crazy. 

Two years and a few hundred miles later, Nate is called home from college when his father ends up in the hospital. While there, he finds Major Elijah Taylor now divorced with an empty nest next door. Nate knows this might be his one and only chance to get into the major’s pants, so inexperienced or not, he sets out to seduce the man. 

Nate’s unprepared for the wave of emotion that hits him as he returns to his past and eventually has to confront the feelings he has for Eli. Ten years hasn’t taken the ache away. Nate’s not sure a lifetime will. 


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Nate lifted his gaze. “Just you?” He’d expected as much, but he wanted to hear confirmation the man was free and clear before he took the next step.

“Jay’s mother and I got a divorce. The boys stay with her when and if they come home. So now it’s time to downsize.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Nate said, lying just a little. He wasn’t upset the marriage was over, especially considering who the man had been married to. Their relationship had been a ticking time bomb as it was. But they’d been a family, unhappy or not, and it was sad that things hadn’t been able to work out for them.

The fact that the major was moving meant there was a shelf life on his little plan. It was now or never. “So that thing you said… about helping us out if we needed it…”

“Anything,” Eli said.

Nate took a deep breath and just let the words fly. “Can I be your coffee boy tomorrow morning?”

Eli was silent a few of Nate’s very rapid heartbeats. “My what?”

“I want to bring you coffee after your run… and do… whatever it is you want me to do.”

Eli stood there stunned, but Nate was almost sure he saw the man’s eyes darken with lust. After another moment of silence, Eli grabbed Nate’s arm and dragged him into the house, slamming the door shut. He was pushed up counter to the back of the closed door, Eli’s big body jammed against his.

“You watched me?” Eli growled.

He couldn’t tell if the major was angry… or horny as hell.

Nate lifted his head, trying not to show any fear. “And if I did?”

Eli rubbed his body closer, staring down at Nate. Nate could feel the man’s hard cock against him, answering his question. “I don’t appreciate being spied on.”

Nate swallowed, his tremor of fear buffeted by the man’s reaction to him. “I think you liked it,” Nate said, trying to sound more courageous than he was. “You wouldn’t be hard if you didn’t.”

Eli rolled his hips and rubbed up against Nate. The man’s eyes closed for a second, and he groaned. “Damn you, Nate.”

“Damn me?”

Eli glowered at him. “I shouldn’t want you.”

“I could say the same. We’re both consenting adults with a need that has to be fulfilled, so why not?”

Eli searched his face a moment. “You’re my son’s best friend.”

Monday, May 2, 2016

Monday Mancraving -- Cap Iron Edition (NSFW)

So I realized that the sketches from last week were Captain American/Ironman (Steve/Tony or Stony to some...)  I believe I've posted other Cap Iron pics before and I found a treasure trove, so sharing some good ones here :)







Sunday, May 1, 2016

Guest Author: April Andrews and Bought by the Betas

Rick has been in love with his best friend Harry for as long as he can remember. But it is a love that is not reciprocated and so Rick, not wanting to risk their friendship, has tried to bury his feelings and be grateful for the relationship they do have rather than pining for the one he wants them to have.

But when omega wolf, Raylan, enters both Rick and Harry’s lives it changes everything because Raylan immediately recognizes Rick and Harry as his mates and if they’re his then they’re each other’s too.

But with a war between packs looming and danger inching ever closer, can the omega wolf help these two betas find the happily ever after that they all deserve or will their mated trio be over before it has even begun?


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Excerpt:

Rick gasped and sat up in his bed. The covers pooled around his chest, and a breeze feathered across his skin. That fact didn’t immediately hit him as out of place because Rick could think only about one thing: why the hell had he been dreaming about Raylan in that way?

Rick had never dreamed about fucking anyone but Harry.

Ever.

And yet...he closed his eyes as the dream-memories overwhelmed him...he could see Raylan’s naked body, his bronzed skin, the way his hair fell across his face as he moaned... He’d been moaning because Rick had been fucking him, his cock sliding in and out of the other man’s tight ass...

Rick groaned again as something that he had only ever experienced in a dream sent arousal thrumming through his body. His cock hardened and his balls tightened in an instant. Only, it made no sense!

He wanted only Harry.

Always had.

Rick ran a shaky hand over his face as he tried to recall exactly how the dream had started. They had been in their house, his and Harry’s back in the omega town. It was a regular kind of evening. They had all been sat, laughing and talking, like it was all perfectly normal. And then, the next thing Rick had known, they were kissing each other, touching each other, and then they were naked and...

He clenched his fists as exactly what had happened next washed over him. Virgin Rick might be but he knew how sex worked, he knew the multiple ways that partners could pleasure each other, had fantasized about doing most of them with Harry. But Rick had never dreamed about fucking someone else, only being fucked, and always by his best friend.

And yet, he had dreamed that he was fucking Raylan.

And the omega wolf had liked it.

A lot.

Rick shivered as he tried to work out exactly what was going on, about why he would have dreamed such a thing. Maybe, he thought frantically, it was something to do with what he’d seen? Maybe the intimacy between Harry and Raylan was somehow affecting him in an odd way? For sure, Raylan was attractive, Rick had thought so from the first, but for the other man to invade his dreams in this way...

Rick clenched his fingers around the cotton blanket that was only just about covering his thickened cock. Despite the odd panic now running through him or the fresh pain that thinking of Harry caused him, Rick couldn’t help but reach down and squeeze his cock. A low moan escaped him as he did so.

It had been a long time since Rick had pleasured himself. And always in the past he had done so with a slight sense of shame. Because he would always think of Harry as he pumped his cock and was it right for him to do that? To jerk off knowing that only a thin wall separated him from the man he wanted to be having sex with but that man had no idea?

Rick closed his eyes, tension making his muscles clench. His cock was practically throbbing beneath the cotton and he knew that right about now, with the arousal from the dream thrumming through him, that he had little choice but to pleasure himself. It was that or spend the entire day in this state.
The day was going to be hard enough anyway.

Why make it worse?

Rick pushed the covers off his body and lay back down. He spread his legs nice and wide and reached down to rub his cock. It felt so hard against the palm of his hand, the length nice and ready to be pleasured.

Rick did not pleasure it straight away.

He rubbed up and down his erection before dipping down to cup his balls. He tested their weight, rubbed in little circles around the sacs. Only once they began to tingle did he move lower, his fingers tracing the path from his balls all the way down to his ass. His pucker was already nice and wet, clenching in anticipation of being filled.

Rick wished to god that Harry was here to fill him.

He began to pant slightly as he imagined the other man dipping a finger inside of him. He had chunky fingers and they would fill Rick up nicely. With that thought thrumming through him and arousal singing in his veins, Rick lifted his legs up so that his knees were bent and his pelvis tilted. He then pushed his hand forward so that he could penetrate his own pucker. The moment his finger went inside Rick let out a sigh of satisfaction. His cock jerked against his belly, and pre-cum coated the tip.

Slowly, with measured strokes, Rick finger fucked himself. His ass welcomed the attention, his channel closing around his digit, demanding more, demanding something thicker, something longer.

It wanted cock.

Harry’s cock.
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