Megan might like to play with funny balls, or at least watch men playing with funny shaped balls but she’s still all right by me!
I love when I get to hang out with my dear pal, Victoria. So this is a great day! Yay!
It’s Friends Friday, which means we get to talk about whatever we want. I thought I’d chatter about one of my favorite things to do on Fridays—watch American football. Yes, I love watching the boys play with the pigskin. I’m fond of racing, too, but right now my thing is football.
Why American football? Hmm… The first thing that comes to mind is those tight uniforms. All that white spandex clinging to those hard bodies is darned sexy. The next thing is the sheer ferocity with which they play. Lots of grunting, bumping and banging. Oh and there’s the hands all over the place. Snicker. But I think my favorite part has got to be the announcing. No, I’m not fond of the actual announcers. I like what they say.
A couple of years ago, I was busy doing some writing and had a football game on in the background. I tend to write with noise because I can’t concentrate otherwise. Anyway, with my back to the screen, I’m listening to the different play calls.
I heard all sorts of mentions of ‘tight ends’ (a player), ‘fake grabs’ (a play where the ball is faked to one receiver and thrown to another) and ‘pump fakes’ (where the quarterback – the man with the ball – pretends to throw one way and ends up throwing another). In context, all are valid, interesting plays. Out of context it sounds downright kinky.
“Shows a pump fake up the center and blasts it hard to the left. Good hands catching that ball. He took it deep for twenty.”
If you didn’t know better, that sounds remarkably like a guy pumping his cock and then shooting his load all over…somewhere. Whoever caught the ball (his ball? Or balls?) took them deep for twenty…are we talking ménage? Mega ménage?
See what I mean? What really happened was the quarterback faked what he was going to do to confuse the defense and ended up making a pass for more than twenty yards. Pretty standard and not kinky at all. That’s why I like my version better.
I get to make over in my mind what’s happening. Hee hee.
What about you? What do you do on your Fridays? I’d love to know. Oh, and yeah, I know. Football season officially ended the first weekend in February. Shrug. There are ALWAYS replays somewhere on television or the internet.
Thanks to Victoria for having me. I love taking about wangs, the wrong way to discuss a team sport and being smutty. J
Tied Desire by Megan Slayer
Club Desire Book 1
M/M, Anal Sex, Toys, Spanking, BDSM
Get your rocks off however you want at Club Desire. We’re not easy and we’re not free, but we are discreet. Find your fantasy in the club.
Ford Gehrig likes everything hard—his racing and his sex life. His career driving stock trucks is riding high. He’s a top performing rookie. Club Desire fulfills his needs for pain in his pleasure. But even a strong man has his breaking point. His wounds run deep and won’t be easy to overcome. Will the club be his salvation or his downfall?
Master Zane knows the rough side of the club well. He’s been at Desire longer than many of the Doms. Few subs turn his head like Ford. He wants the hot blond on his table, against his cross and in his bed. Nothing at the club comes easily, but Zane’s not one to give up. Will he be able to pierce the protective walls around Ford’s heart, or will his own past be the barrier he can’t destroy?
Only time, some cuffs and a few spankings will tell if this tied desire is meant to last.
“Stand. I want you to sit on the couch with me.” Zane offered his hand.
Albeit tentatively, Ford cooperated. He rose and followed the Master to the oversized leather sofa. For the first time since he’d entered Zane’s private space, he glanced around. Instead of the stark look of T’s room, this one was decorated in rich burgundys and navys. A couple floor lamps provided light. The standard bondage bed and a mattress on a platform completed the otherwise lush look.
“We need to talk. Please sit.” Zane’s words forced Ford to look at him. “Were you happy with T?”
Ford eased down beside Zane, not touching the larger man. Should he answer honestly? Might as well. “I enjoyed our time together.”
But I’d rather he’d have been you. Oh shit. He couldn’t admit that.
Ford allowed himself to ogle Zane. Full muscle in every part of his body, his arms were both sleeved in tattoos and a thick leather X crisscrossed his sculpted chest. A barbell decorated his right nipple. His leather pants molded around his strong legs.
For the first time since Ford had come to Desire, he looked Zane in the face. Scruff darkened his thin cheeks and dark lashes ringed his eyes. His black hair stood in spikes and twin earrings dangled from his left ear. He didn’t have telltale smile lines around his mouth. Didn’t the man grin at anything? Ford doubted Zane could be sad with all of the sexy men and women at his disposal.
Zane’s brown eyes narrowed, and the crinkles formed at his brow. “Somehow, I don’t believe you enjoyed being with T.” He trailed his fingers down Ford’s cheek. “He claims you get off on name calling and degradation. I don’t buy that. I can see you getting off on the power shift, but not the other. You seem too timid—in a good way—for that harsh of treatment.”
Ford pressed his lips together to keep from gawking. In less than a minute, Zane had read him well. “You’re correct, Sir.”
“I want to start there. I’ve watched you in action. I know what you like and don’t like, but I want to hear you tell me your boundaries.”
“No needles or blood. I’m squeamish. Don’t choke me or abuse me. I can take pain, and I’ll use my safe word when I get to my limits.” Ford held his head high. “I enjoy the paddle, being restrained and sucking cock.”
“Very good.” Zane curled his fingers beneath Ford’s chin. “What’s your safe word?”
“Nice.” Zane nodded. “Since T has seen fit to toss you back into the submissive pool, I’m stepping in. You’re mine. Do you wish to play?”
All of Ford’s desires and fantasies were coming true. Sure, he hadn’t wanted to part with T, but if he could spend time with Zane, then perfect. Ford wished he’d worn appropriate clothing for a scene, but who cared. He didn’t. Time to channel his sorrow into something sexy.
Ford placed the still full beer bottle on the floor, folded his hands and bowed his head. “Yes, Sir. I’d like to play.”
@Copyright Megan Slayer 2014
Here’s a little bit about me:
When she’s not writing the stories in her head, Megan Slayer can be found luxuriating in her hot tub with her two vampire Cabana boys, Luke and Jeremy. She has the tendency to run a tad too far with her muse, so she has to hide in the head of her alter ego, but the boys don’t seem to mind.
When she’s not obsessing over her whip collection, she can be found picking up her kidlet from school. She enjoys writing in all genres, but writing about men in love suits her fancy best. The cabana boys are willing to serve, unless she needs them. She always need them. So be nice to Javier or he will bite–on command.
She also masquerades under the name Wendi Zwaduk and is published through Ellora’s Cave, Changeling Press, Decadent Publishing , Liquid Silver Books, MLR Press, Resplendence Publishing, and Total-E-Bound Publishing.
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