I’m at work when I hear your ringtone. You know I can’t play now. What are you up to? I have to wait until my break to check your message.
Oh, Goddess. You are a bad, bad man. My mouth goes dry as I listen. Every breathy word tells me what you want to do to me and what you’re doing at the thought of it. If only my break were long enough to call you back…
I wrap my arms around you as soon as you walk in the room. Your hand goes into my hair, tilting my head back. My knees go weak when your lips find my neck. A sigh escapes me when your other hand finds my breast. You shift my head so you can kiss the other side of my neck. I moan a little in protest when your other hand moves but you slide it over my hip and cup my ass, pulling me tight against your erection. Your hand moves again, sliding between us to rub me through my clothes. Your mouth covers mine, swallowing a wimper. My knees buckle and you guide us both to the sofa, pulling me on top of you. Your hand runs up the back of my thigh and around my hip to find me again, wet and aching for you. We come up for air and I moan your name, missing your lips on mine. You laugh softly and increase the pressure of your hand.
“I’ve missed you, too.”
I dial the number.
Your voice rumbles in my ear.
The same conversation we text every day.
I’ve missed your voice. Almost as much as your touch.
My hand settles where I need you. The more you talk the faster I rub. I can’t help moaning in your ear.
You know what I’m doing. It’s why you wanted me to call. You want to hear me.
I’ll be louder when you touch me…
I promised you something new. Today I have a guest blogger, author Wt Prater. After the interview you’ll find his author bio and links along with a blurb from his current work. Ladies and Gents, Wt Prater:
1. Name, rank, serial number: My name is Wt Prater. My rank is rear admiral of the United Federation of Homosexuals, and my serial
number is 6 of 9, over and over again.
2. Tell us about your latest release: You want to know about orgasms? Oh, wait, not that kind of release. My latest is a short story called Exercising His Options, and it was my very first finished writing project to be submitted. And rejected. It is the story of Enver Mann, who one fateful day, as he’s jogging in the woods… Happens upon two men… one whom is having a release.
3. Describe your writing process: I write in what I call the “jigsaw” method. I write scene by scene, whatever comes to me first, and most passionately. Then I make a list of the scenes and put them in the order I want to tell the story in. I rework them to fit, adding or subtracting details as needed. I try to write something everyday, so sometimes, if I write a scene that totally doesn’t fit, I have a “random” folder I put it in, until I find a way to use it in some project or I’m ready to throw it out.
4. What do you like to read: I love reading anything fictional and especially GLBT oriented. I cross genres a lot, but I try to stay out of reading anything in the genre that I am currently writing. Unless it’s radically different from what I’m writing.
5. Who/what inspires you: I get inspired everyday, by everything. I love anything Joss Whedon, Stephen King, Shonda Rhimes, Augusten Burroughs, Ryan Murphy, Micheal Thomas Ford, or Amy Sherman Palladino. I watch a lot of TV, and gobble up great dialogue like (insert over used metaphor here).
6. Where do you see your writing in five years: In five years, I want to be able to write for a living. That is, actually make enough to take care of the bills, me and my wife, and maybe my convention appearances. I want to build my name up, and bring M/M writing into mainstream as a “more honorable” art.
7. Do you use beta readers? critique groups? I use both as much as possible. I try to make sure that anything I put out there to the world has gone through at least ten betas. And I just joined a crit group to elevate my writing even more. Every person who reads my stuff is investing in me. I want to make sure they are getting my best.
8. What are you working on next: I have a ton of works in progress (WIPs). I’m not kidding. I have no less than thirty projects I could step into next. But I’m ready to have a couple novels out there. So I’m stepping toward that. My next project is finishing a novella to my story, The Missing Pieces, which is coming out in August. And then I will focus on furthering Enver, Kurt, and Deanna’s story, which I want to complete by the end of September. I’m also 16k into a vampire-paranormal book that I plan to be my first series, so yeah, I’m cooking up some delicious delectations.
9. Why do you think there is a large heterosexual audience for LGBT books: I think that we are entering a new phase of sexuality and
beginning to understand that we don’t have to be labeled as one thing. We are all a plethora of experiences, love, sex, and pain. We don’t have to limit ourselves to just one genre, one title, one race, or one gender. And we don’t have to do that to any of our relationships anymore either.
10. Why do you write LGBT: Simple. I wanted to see more of a reflection of myself in what I read and I was told to write what I wanted to read. See, i follow advice. Sometimes.
EXCERPT from Exercising His Options
As Enver Mann looked at Kurt’s hair caught in the wind, and the freckles on the back of his neck that disappeared somewhere into his jacket, Enver wanted nothing more than for this man to lay him down and kiss him. All of course while he was fucking him as hard as he could. The breeze continued to blow the leaves up and around, creating still more of the tornado like shapes. As the sun continued to peek out of the sky, from behind a cloud, Enver noticed that it now set its gentle light on some places while leaving some spots completely dark. He looked at Kurt again and saw that the light bounced from his copper hair to his now sweaty shirt. For the first time that he could remember in his life, his mouth actually watered for a sexual act. Thinking of that tender flesh, and the taste he had been yearning for since he had first seen Kurt, he got even harder. Every dream and desire for the last week or so had all involved this man, in some form or fashion. His wife made sure of that.
AUTHOR BIO
Wt Prater is a writer, having four short stories in various states of publishing, and approximately thirty works in progress. Just Write and SO Gay is his blog, which he strives to update weekly. He is a producer and host on Blog Talk Radio, partnering with Marketing for Romance Writers of which he helps lead. He is also an Assistant Organizer of the Nashville Writer’s Group. Online, he has active social networking on Facebook, Twitter, Fetlife, Linked In, Tumbler, Goodreads, and Meet Up. In real life, he stays just as busy bouncing around in his non-profit volunteering from the GLBT community to the BDSM community to church community.
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Getting things dusted off and polished up in here. I’ll have a special guest in a few days. Be sure to check back soon.
Stay naughty. It makes people wonder what you’re up to…
How will I know you’re the one?
Are you across town? Have I seen you before?
Do I go out looking for you or wait for you to find me?
Will you set sparks flying between us with the simplest of touches?
Will you surprise me, taking my breath away with a single kiss?
Will we know when we meet that there will be no others?
Will we take our time, slowly building a wall to close out the world around us?
I know you’re out there but I haven’t found you yet…
Soon, very soon, a first hello, a first touch, a first kiss…
Will we linger over the first hello or be too anxious for contact? What will your skin feel like under my lips? How will you taste? Will your kisses leave me weak? Will my touch make you tremble? Will your scent linger on my clothes to remind me of you after we part? What will we discovery when we’re finally in front of each other instead of so far apart……?
It’s been too long. Your scent overwhelms me, quickly followed by your hands trying to touch me everywhere at once. Your kisses set me on fire. Clothes won’t come off fast enough. We try to make it across the room but I stop and pull you to the floor. I free you from your jeans at the same time you realize I’m naked under my dress. We both sigh as you sink into me. I’ve been waiting for you…
You lean closer, catching my lips with your kiss. Our tongues mimic the motion of our hips. Water spills over the sides of the hot tub as you slide back into me. I’m trying to hold us both steady while your hands roam over me, teasing, adding to the heat. More bubbles splash to the deck with each thrust. You reach for my hands, pulling them above my head, and push as deep as you can go…
“…more…”
You’ve gotten quiet. I miss our late-night conversations. Hearing your voice. Watching you smile. But I know how to get your attention.
I’ll leave you a message. Here, where I know you’ll see it. I’ll tell you how I want you to kiss me, where I want you to touch me. I’ll tell you how I ache for the feel of your skin, how I want you here with me right now.
I wonder where you’re off to. I know, you won’t tell me. You like to keep me guessing…
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