This is like, way late and way lazy of me, since I already posted this blog on Myspace a week ago. It's gotta be done, though, since I swore I'd keep my web and my MySpace blogs the same, and so I shall! Muah,hah,ha!
Oh, but new news, just for you...Psstt, lean in close. Twelve years later, I'm finally leaving this hellaciously cold province (Alberta) and going home to a hellaciously polluted province! (Ontario) Don't care 'bout the pollution, though, 'cause at least I'll get sick and die surrounded by family. Lol.
This news is of minor interest to you, dear reader, because it means that while I try and sell my house, pack up three floors, a garage, and a shed full of crap in readiness to relocate three-thousand miles away, I might not be around much. Unlike now, when I'm online all the time. *snerk.* Anyway, that's what's happening in Alisha's life. ( A Joey eyebrow lift) How you doin'?
K, right... the original blog post...voila:
Hey, hey, folks... Yes. Yesterday I bit the bullet...err, well, a lollypop, actually...for an hour and fifteen minutes I bit a lollypop while I got my first tattoo. It's pretty cute, I think, and I wanted to share. Here's pics:
Well, that's really the only reason for this blog - to show you my cute new tattoo - but I feel a little silly just posting that, so I'll share an excerpt from this MM...M, lightish BDSM novella I'm wrapping up and will soon be trying to find a home for. It's called:Forgive and Forget Story background info: Zephyrus is desperate to make amends with Apollo after that unfortunate Prince Hyacinth incident. Three-thousand years later, he finally gets his chance.
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"Treizzzze!"
Lucas' back was sheened with sweat, making each pop of the whip louder than the previous. Red welts crisscrossed his fair skin – thirteen so far. His body convulsed even when the whip was nowhere near him. "No more. Please, no more"
"Apollo," Zephyrus said from his spot at the head of the bed. He'd been lying there enjoying the show, but by the fourth lash a crease had appeared between his
Apollo frowned right back. The leather fell again. "What number?" he snarled, when Lucas remained silent. If sobs could be called silence.
"Quatorze! Quatorze! Please, Master!"
Master…now we're getting somewhere, he thought. Apollo raised the whip one more time and was astonished to find his arm held there – on the back stroke – by a tightly targeted gale.
*He can't take much more, Pol.*
The sun god glared at Zephyrus. "Get out of my head, Zeph. And let go of my arm. The boy has a safe word."
The pressure against his arm slackened but when he went to bring it forward the airstream snapped into existence once more. Gone was the ruthless arrogance Apollo had been so confused by, in its place Zephyrus wore an expression of refined concern. The question was, why did that make Apollo feel so bereft? "Oh, for fuck's sake!" he spat, tossing down the whip. "You want me to prove he's still game?"
Apollo strode back to the bed to grasp Lucas' hips. He twirled the boy around and, with no preamble, ripped the nipple clips off his body. Past time they came off. Lucas didn't have an immortal's ability to withstand pain, after all. Apollo's own nipples ached something fierce, but he could last a long while yet.
Lucas screamed as the steel sprang free, arching his back and twisting towards the sun god. Apollo held Lucas still by taking a swollen, reddened ass cheek in each hand. He massaged the hard welts found there while, at the same time, leaning over to, oh so gently, trace his tongue over the boy's abused nipples.
More ghostly fireworks shimmered through Lucas' body. His cock bounced like a live wire against Apollo's stomach.
"Should I stop, pretty one?"
"Non!"
Apollo switched sides, glancing up as he did so. Lucas' tears had made the blindfold soggy. So soggy that the fabric could no longer contain them. Silver water runnels had found their way into the creases of pain around his mouth. After a minute more of tender suckling, Apollo straightened back up to claim those gorgeous, wet lips.
Lucas' kiss was wild, desperate….
"Are you sure?" Apollo asked, smiling at the display. "Zephyrus seems to think-"
"Non!" Lucas cried again. "Only please, Master, may I come at twenty?"
Apollo took that pretty, pillowy lower lip between his teeth. "Mmmm," he hummed noncommittally.
He turned the boy back around. Lucas whimpered in anticipation when Apollo trailed the leather over his back. "Satisfied, Zeph?" Apollo asked, his voice smug.
"Mmmm," Zephyrus responded. Just the one sound, and he managed to sound even more smug than Apollo.
Apollo slanted him a look but the wind god's expression was tranquil. "What number are we at, Lucas?"
"Quinze," Lucas breathed. Fifteen.
On the seventeenth stroke Zephyrus left his comfy post by the headboard and crawled towards Lucas' writhing body. Apollo couldn't see what the wind god was up to, but given how Lucas started to thrust and cry, it wasn't that hard to figure out.
"Dix-sept!"
Eighteen had more force.
"Dix-huit!!"
When Apollo raised his hand again, he felt an astonishing thing. Zephyrus was interfering with his magic, prying at the edges of the barrier Apollo had erected. How dare he? "Zephyrus!"
"Finish, Apollo," the wind god said, his words muffled.
Then, even more unbelievably, Apollo's arm swooped down, borne on a sultry spring breeze. The lightest of taps was delivered.
"Dix-neuf," Lucas moaned. His head fell back. His hips churned. "Oui. Ah, oui!"
"God's damn you, Zeph!" Apollo roared, when he felt his barrier collapse. The recoil of pent-up ecstasy lashed through Lucas' psyche, catapulting him into orgasm.
The wind god seemed too busy to answer. On the upside, he seemed too busy to keep up the wind control, as well.
Apollo's last strike drew blood. Lucas shrieked, the sound a lunatic combination of hurt and delight. "VINGT!" His knees gave out, making the tendons in his shoulders bulge as they took the full brunt of his weight
Zephyrus' dark hands looked even darker against the pale skin of Lucas' upper thighs.
Apollo tossed the whip away, intent on ripping a piece – a very large piece – out of Zephyrus' hide. When he came beside the pair, though, and got a good gander at Zephyrus' technique, Apollo's anger began to drain away – replaced by an emotion equally base. Good gods, he thought, awe struck, what a mouth he has.
Lucas was almost unconscious from the devastating release he'd just experienced but Zeph was still milking the poor kid. So gifted was the wind god with his tongue, lips and teeth that he'd managed to string out Lucas' orgasm long past the boy's endurance for pleasure.
Lucas passed out with his cock buried deep in Zephyrus' throat.
-end...for now-
Now, I know everyone will know who and what I'm talking about, but on the off chance Greek mythology isn't as big in your house as it is in mine, just type any of the above names into Google for this myth's backstory.K, on to the smut. (I'm unedited, here, and first draft to boot, so apologies in advance for any fuck-ups you might be about to encounter.)