GUEST AUTHOR: Yuki Edo & Yaoi Dreams

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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.” 

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Coming 6/1/2016

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.

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)

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

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

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:

Greek statue of a satyr, Athens Archeological Museum

Here’s another:

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.

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, 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.

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

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.