Queer Sci Fi did a Flash Fiction contest. They gave us a word and you only had 300 words to get your story across. This was their 3rd annual and I decided to give it a go. After I wrote it, I talked to SJ Frost. I told her we should do some writing exercises using this format. We decided to make it 500 words and we would take turns picking a word. This time I picked the word Sound. I figured it would be fun to share them and SJ agreed. Here is our first attempt.  These are unedited.

SJ went a little naughty. Here is hers.

His Voice

By S.J. Frost

Letting out a tired sigh, Brent closed the apartment door. Work had been exhausting, but now that he was home, the stress melted away. He stepped out of his shoes, leaving them beside Vic’s near the door. It used to be odd for Vic to be home on a Friday night. When they first moved in together, after Vic answered his ad for a roommate, he was out every Friday looking for his weekend lay. That had tapered off in the past couple of months to where Vic was home every night.

Double checking that the door was locked, Brent moved toward the hallway leading to their bedrooms. Neither of them had been sure how it was going to work out when they started rooming together. No problems were on his side, but Vic, while accepting, wasn’t the most comfortable with him at first. But he was also the first gay man Vic had ever hung out with. Now, though, they weren’t only roommates. They were best friends.

If only they could be more.

Brent stopped the thought. He’d had it too many times and lately, it’d plagued him more than usual. He fought it constantly, knowing it would never happen, but sometimes, the way Vic looked at him made him wonder…

Brent froze. A sound came to his ears, the rhythm undeniable. The bed creaked softly from Vic’s room…too soft for him to have company. Above the creaking came voices, moaning, filled with pleasure. He’d heard Vic jerking off and watching porn before, but there was something distinctly different. The deep male groans weren’t accompanied by higher female moans this time. Rather, both voices coming through the computer speakers were male.

Brent leaned back on the wall. His heartbeat jumped into a faster pace. It couldn’t be. He had to be hearing it wrong. But the sounds, the voices…Vic was jerking off to gay porn.

He didn’t know what to do. Should he make some noise to let Vic know he was home? Pretend he’d never heard him? Should he walk in the bedroom and start stripping? Fuck, that could go all kinds of wrong. Or, all kinds of right. Vic knew what time he came home from work. And knowing that, why would he jerk off to gay porn with his bedroom door open?

Unless, Vic wanted to be caught.

Brent gripped his hard cock, his mind racing with a hundred different scenarios and outcomes…and they all stopped at the sound of Vic’s deep moan rising over the video. The sound of his voice made Brent’s decision for him. He turned and stood in the middle of the doorway.

Vic slowly looked up. He didn’t yell at him, try to hide what he was doing or cover up. There was no shame or inhibition in his brown eyes. Rather, to Brent, there was invitation. Holding Vic’s gaze, the sound of the men’s voices in pleasure encouraging him, Brent walked into the room, knowing everything was about to change.

 

For me, I went with horror, because I’d like to do a full horror story at some point, so this is a good exercise for me to figure out my voice.

The Room

Edward clutched his head and fell to his knees.  Bobby ran toward his boyfriend and sank down beside him.

“Eddy, talk to me. What is it? Eddy!”

“Can’t you hear it? Make it stop.” Eddy screamed, rocking back and forth.

Bobby looked around the white padded room they were locked in. There was no sound coming from anywhere. If anything, it was deadly quiet and to be honest, it was freaking him out.

The two of them had been standing there, hoping someone would come soon and release them. They shouldn’t have been locked in to begin with. They worked at the asylum. It was where Bobby met Eddy. Ten years ago to the day.

Now Eddy was pale and whimpering.

“Eddy, we’re in a padded cell. It’s sound proof.”

“What? Bobby? I can’t…” Eddy let out a blood curdling scream and began to pound his head against the wall.

“Stop.”  Bobby stood up and backed a step away.

Eddy kept beating himself against the wall. Bobby wanted to help, but he’d worked in the hospital long enough to know that if he got between Eddy and the padded wall, they would both end up hurt.

Bobby took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He needed to focus himself and find out what was going on. Something was happening to Eddy that he couldn’t explain. There was no sound in the room. Nothing that should cause the reaction Eddy was having.

He opened his eyes again and jumped. There was someone at the door.

“Hey! Let us out! What the hell is going on? Eddy needs help.”

The eyes staring through the peep slot didn’t even blink, like he was observing what was happening. The bastard. That was when Bobby heard… something. It was… a laugh.

“This is not funny. Eddy is going to hurt himself. Let us out.”

“What’s good for the goose and all.” The unknown person cackled.

Bobby didn’t recognize the voice. They hadn’t had any new hires recently.

“I’m serious here. I’ll report this if you don’t release us at once.”

Eddy was screaming again.

“Dead. Dead. Dead. All dead, but you.” The voice began to chant.

“Fuck.” Bobby was truly scared for the first time in his adult life. There was no way the person beyond the door was an employee of the asylum. It had to be a patient.

That was when he heard it. It started out as a faint, annoying sound in his ears. It began to get louder and louder. He fell beside Eddy and curled into a ball as he began to scream too. The sound wouldn’t stop, only get louder. It was the unknown person beyond the door, laughing and chanting. Louder. Louder. LOUDER.

“Dead. Dead. Dead. All dead, but you. Die. Die. Die.”

Bobby began to cry. The last word of the chant shattered his ear drums. His hands were sticky with blood. They were going to die and there was nothing he could do about it.

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I enjoy participating in the Autism Awareness blog that RJ Scott does every year because I learn something. This year, my fact has to do with someone sensitive to the touch. Instead of writing a fiction piece or sharing something from my stories, I thought I’d add a little more information on my fact. I went to a website.

From Psychology Today:

Common Autism Experiences With Touch

I sincerely thank some individuals on the autism spectrum forum at Wrong Planet for sharing some of their experiences with touch.

Most of the individuals who responded indicated the following issues with touch:

• light touch, in general, seemed to be more unpleasant than deep touch
• unexpected touch, even from a loved one, could be very unpleasant
• touch from distant acquaintances or from strangers, even if meant to be reassuring, is not.  (Come to think of it, this sounds like a pretty good practice for anyone, right?)
  

What Touch Aversion Might Look Like

• your child tells you on no uncertain terms that all the tags MUST be cut out of her clothing
• your child may resist having his hair combed or teeth brushed because of the very uncomfortable sensations
• your partner might pull away from you when you try to hug her or kiss her
• children, teens, and adults on the autism spectrum may only be able to tolerate foods with certain types of textures (e.g., crunchy versus smooth, hard versus ‘slimy’)

Solutions for Sensory Issues

Helpful Resources

Inexpensive solutions from Brian King.  Brian King, diagnosed with Aspergers and father of three kids on the spectrum, wrote a fantastic article called 6 Simple Sensory Solutions for the Autism Spectrum.  Read the full article for ways that you can use a rolling pin, a hanging bar, a bean bag chair, a back pack with weights, an indoor trampoline, or a wall to regulate your tactile system!

One of his own personal favorite relaxation and de-stressing techniques is to have his wife or kids given him the rolling pin treatment.  They take a regular rolling pin and slowly give him a deep pressure massage while he is lying down on his stomach.

Weighted Vests

can often bring a deep sense of calm and relaxation for kids, teens, and adults alike.

She is the very essence of his immortal life.
He is her soul.

Finn Qualtrough, a Cynn Cruor warrior, is on a mission to find the leader of the Scatha Cruor, Dac Valerian. When he pursues three Scatha warriors who can lead him to Dac, he discovers a woman who awakens a desire within Finn to claim her as his own.

Eirene Spence is an insomniac and a computer genius. Her penchant for midnight walks in the park puts her life in danger when the Scatha Cruor find her. She is saved when a handsome stranger rescues her. His touch ignites a hunger inside her that only he can satisfy.

By a twist of fate, Eirene’s client is Dac Valerian. She can lead Finn—and the rest of the Cynn Cruor—to Dac’s lair. But Dac wants her dead.

Now Finn must fulfill his mission while trying to keep Eirene alive. With Valerian after Eirene, nothing is certain, not even her place in Finn’s life.

There is a growing war between the Cynn Cruor and the Scatha Cruor: two breeds of immortal warriors who carry human, vampire, and werewolf blood. The Cynn Cruor want to live in harmony with the human race. The Scatha Cruor want to enslave them.

It’s time to start preparing for battle.

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The swish of the front glass door broke their connection. Eirene exhaled slowly. She hadn’t realized she’d been holding her breath the whole time. She turned to see who had arrived, her stance defensive as she backed away from Devon’s office door. Four hunks appeared and entered the office one at a time. All of them were as tall as Finn, their jeans riding low on their hips. Their black shirts skimmed and hugged their muscled chests and washboard abs. They were also wearing leather jackets in different styles. The third man to come in had a satchel slung over his shoulder. He strode immediately towards Devon.
“Stop! You’re not going anywhere near him.” Eirene placed herself between Devon, Finn and the man with a satchel.
“Zac is a doctor,” the man who appeared to be their leader said. “If you don’t allow him near your friend, his injuries will only get worse.”
Eirene briefly hesitated, looking at all of them warily. Finally, she conceded moving to one side to allow the man called Zac to kneel before Devon and start cleaning his wounds.
“We were not properly introduced,” the man said, his silver blue eyes crinkling into a smile. “Roarke Hamilton.”
“I very much doubt you were really planning on introducing yourself to me before.” Eirene gave an unladylike snort.
There was a sudden fit of chuckled coughing from Roarke’s two other companions.
“Graeme Temple.” A man with wavy dark brown hair and eyes that seemed to swirl with grey, brown, and green extended his hand. Eirene hesitated before she gave his hand a quick shake.
“And this joker here is Blake Strachan.” Roarke’s mouth lifted to give her a lopsided grin. “Zac McBain is our resident medic. And the man whose life you saved three nights ago is Finn Qualtrough.”
At the mention of her saving Finn’s life, dusky rose heat crested her cheeks at the remembrance of what happened between them. She could feel Finn’s eyes on her, but she refused to look at him. Didn’t he know it was rude to give her that sexy look in front of his friends?
Finn moved closer to her and Eirene snapped her head around to look at him.
“And she saved me again tonight, though my ears took a bashing.”
“So you’re the female who helped kill the Scatha,” Blake said, slightly awed.
Eirene’s gaze swung to him. “Better them than me.”
Blake chuckled before looking at Finn.
Finn’s lopsided grin was the most devastating smile Eirene had ever seen on a man. His perfectly formed and sensuous mouth was made for kissing, and her mouth tingled at the memory of his lips on hers.
“I never got to thank you.”
“No need,” she said, her body heating under his gaze.
“Finn, we need to know what happened here,” Roarke spoke, breaking the sexual tension between them. “We couldn’t get up here as fast as we could with that shrill bell.”
Finn appeared to reluctantly shift his gaze to Roarke.
“Dac was here.”
Eirene was startled by the numerous swear words that fell like rain over her head.
“Hold it! My ears are ringing with all of you swearing.” She made the “T” sign with her hands. She still clutched the baton in her right fist. A trickle of trepidation skittered all over her body when she saw their eyes turn to red orange, like the dying rays of the sun. Except for Finn, whose eyes remained a sexy midnight blue.
Roarke looked at her. Soon, the fury in his eyes began to ebb, returning to its silver blue colour. He raked his hand through his hair as he gave her a brief smile.
“Sorry,” he said. “We’ve been searching for Dac for a very long time and this has been the closest we have ever gotten to him.”
“And how long is a long time?” she asked. Her pulse began to race again because she knew she was treading on deadly ground.
Everyone was quiet. Roarke’s face was devoid of emotion as he continued to stare at her.
“Maybe way before I was born?”
Eirene heard Finn’s sharp intake of breath and she became the cynosure of five pairs of eyes. Her heart seemed to thunder towards the centre of her chest. She looked at Finn, then Roarke, then at everyone else. She inhaled deeply before expending her breath.
“I remember everything.”

Sexcerpt:

Eirene floated down from a pure cloud of bliss. Delicious shivers stroked her body when Finn kissed her forehead, then trailed kisses down her temple, making a beeline to nip at her neck. He was semi-hard inside of her and Eirene could feelanother wave of lust teasing her core. She trailed her fingers over his skin and arched her back so her nipples could brush his chest. She heard the low rumble of laughter in Finn’s throat as she began to run her fingertips up and down his back, then slowly caress his tight butt cheeks.
“You’re as insatiable as I am.”
Eirene smiled. “I never realized I was ohhh…”
Finn’s right arm encircled her waist while his left arm braced his weight against the step as he pulled out of her. She sighed, her body boneless and sated. She linked her arms around his neck when Finn lifted her and carried her up the stairs. It felt so good being near Finn. She had never felt safer than she did now, in Finn’s arms. She buried her face in his neck, licking and gently sucking his throat. She inhaled his scent of spice and musk and their joint sensual smell. God, his scent was making her want him again.
Finn walked towards her bedroom and to the bathroom.
“How?”
“I can see even in the dark, remember?”
Finn set her down in the bathroom before turning on the tap for her. Eirene entered the stall, sighing as the warm water gently rained on her back, her legs wobbly after their passionate lovemaking.
“You go ahead,” he said. “I’ll get our clothes from downstairs.”
Eirene had other things in mind.
“A kiss before you go?” She asked as her eyes seduced him. She stepped back to allow Finn to enter the stall.
Finn swooped to take her mouth in another heart stopping kiss. Fire started to swell in her belly. Eirene molded her body against his, their tongues teasing each other. Her hands splayed over his chest, her palms overly sensitive, enjoying the play of his muscles beneath them. Finn drew a hard breath before crushing her to him. Excitement poured into the apex between her thighs when Finn’s cock swelled against her stomach. His breath was harsh with need as his stubble scrapped against her neck before dipping towards her breasts. Eirene arched her back and gave a rapturous moan when his mouth captured her left nipple, twirling the tight erect bud around his tongue. Her hips nudged against him and she smiled when she heard his low growl.
She laughed softly.
“Our clothes,” she whispered.
“Can wait,” he muttered against her areola before he gently grazed it with his teeth.
Eirene reveled at the silky feel of his hair as she held his head about her breast. She moaned at the jolts of electricity his tongue ignited, causing her femininity to weep again. She lifted her leg against his hip and reached down between them to slide her hand up and down Finn’s heated shaft. With a growl, Finn lifted her to allow her to place her legs around his waist. The warmth of the shower spray heightened the sensual atmosphere. Finn lifted her and gently backed her against the wall.
Eirene returned every hard kiss, every thrust of Finn’s tongue against hers. She held him tight, urging him to take her, her gasps coming fast from her lips. Finn ended the kiss and looked at her with smoldering hunger. Eirene’s eyes widened, then fell to half-mast when she felt Finn’s hardness slowly sink into her again. She moaned at the pleasurable sensation of her channel readily bathing his shaft with her slick juices.
“Eirene, look at me. I want to see your eyes as I take you. I want to know how much you want me.”
Eirene’s eyes widened. His commanding words fed her excitement, and she did as he demanded. She looked at his eyes, turbulent with desire. The gold flecks were back in his midnight blue pupils, looking like tiny rays of the sun against a lunar eclipse. The heat of his hunger caressed her, teased her, and claimed her. She felt as though his heat had tiny tendrils which licked at her skin and teased her hardened nipples. She gasped and hummed when Finn placed his hands underneath her ass to hold her closer, his thrusts bringing her nearer to the precipice. Finn turned on the heat by pumping faster, harder, and deeper. Eirene’s breath caught in her throat. She gripped his shoulders to steady herself. Her eyelids wanted to close at the sheer ecstasy of Finn’s rod thrusting into her. She whimpered, then looked down. Her channel’s lips felt thick and slick as it ate every inch of Finn’s cock, while it appeared and disappeared into her.
“Eirene…look at me.”

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Isobelle is intrigued by forces that simmer beneath the surface of these cultures, the hidden passions, unsaid desires, and yearnings unfulfilled.

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The first time Bowie Travis Malone laid eyes on Cassie Cartwright, she knocked him for a loop. He was as drawn to her side as a moth to a flame. A green eyed angel with golden hair, she made his heart hammer in his chest and his body ache to hold her close. But the moment he asks her to dance, the truth of her condition almost brings him to his knees – Cassie is in a wheelchair.

Cassie is used to men passing her by, they can’t see beyond the handicap that defines her boundaries. When she sees Bowie walking across the room toward her, she thinks he is the sexiest man in the world and once they talk, she realizes he is as kind and smart as he is handsome. She dreads the moment when he asks her to dance and she has to tell him she can’t.
Their first meeting seals their fate. Both are drawn to each other by threads that fate wove long ago. Bowie realizes he wants Cassie above all others, and thinks she is perfect – just the way she is. Cassie is afraid to dream that he might be able to see something in her that no one else ever has.
Love, desire, and affection draw them together but reality may shatter their dreams. The tragic accident that put Cassie in a wheelchair will come back to haunt them. And when Bowie realizes he was the one responsible – nothing will ever be the same. He will begin a quest to build a world where Cassie will feel cherished and welcome – if only she will be able to forgive.

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“Bowie, I don’t think—”
“Dammit!” Bowie stood up.
He was leaving. Cassie bowed her head and wiped her hands on her dress. It was for the best. Then, she looked up and got a big surprise. Lord, the man could move fast. One moment he was sitting about three feet away, the next he was crouched by her chair and had his hand cupped around Cassie’s cheek. “You’re wrong. There is a need.” Gently, firmly, with predatory grace, he lowered his head until their lips almost touched.
He could feel her tremble beneath his touch. God help, she was beautiful. If Bowie was right, it had been a long time since she’d kissed a man. Her eyes widened, as if she didn’t quite know what to expect. Cassie watched his every move. Sweet Jesus, he needed to do this just right. “I want this so much. I’m aching for your kiss. Do you want me?”
Did she want him? Was he kidding? She was certain all he saw when he looked at her was the chair. And here he was telling her that he ached for her kiss? Could she believe him? Bowie was so aware of her. The smooth curve of her face, the long luscious locks of hair which framed her body like Rapunzel and breasts so lush and perfect he had to fight himself to keep from touching them to see if they were as soft as they appeared. He wanted her. Simple. Just like the first time he’d seen her, he wanted her so much the need made him weak. Moving closer to her, he asked her again. The uncertainty in her eyes hurt Bowie. “You have me on a slow burn, baby. Do you want me, Cassie?”
“Desperately,” she breathed.
He drew closer, taking control, holding her face as he slanted his lips across hers. She trembled, her breath hitching, nervous and gasping for air. Bowie gave her what she needed, sharing his breath as he leaned nearer, deepening the kiss. Perfect. That was all he could think. She was absolutely perfect and so sweet. Currents of electricity swept through his body. Any reservations he’d harbored were forgotten for the moment. Her mouth was addictive and her seeming innocence an irresistible attraction. His hunger drove him to dip his tongue into the honeyed recesses of her mouth. Velvet. Tenderly he rubbed his lips over hers, licking, teasing, coaxing Cassie to trust him enough to kiss him back.
At last she let out a ragged little moan and he felt her delicate hands take hold of his shoulder, clutching the material of his shirt in her slender fingers. Bowie felt an immense satisfaction when she leaned forward, giving herself over to him to support and hold. As he accepted her weight, a feeling of absolute contentment came over him. Cassie felt so right in his arms, so welcome. Her soft skin seemed to singe his everywhere they touched. Bowie trembled, he fuckin’ trembled. Never had he felt anything like this before.
Needing more, he wrapped an arm around her, carefully easing her closer. Every instinct told him to pick her up but he was afraid he’d hurt her. At first she’d been reticent, but now she opened for him, her tongue timidly darting over his in their first erotic dance. Bowie groaned his satisfaction.
She answered him with a moan of her own, a quiet vibration of ecstasy deep in her throat which absolutely electrified him. He slid his hand from her face to the nape of her neck, holding her in place. A primal need to master, to exert his male power took his breath away. He had no desire to hurt, rather he wanted to protect, possess and control.
Mine.
Bowie longed to memorize every facet of her body by learning it inch by sweet inch. He wanted to mark her as his own. Touch. Heat. Desire. Those things were taking precedence over coherent thought. Bowie was acting on compulsion when he placed his hand on her side, skimming her waist. So soft. So fuckin’ perfect. He allowed his palm to learn her body, the delicate shape, the gentle curves. With every touch, he felt her respond with tiny trembles and whimpers, revealing to him that she was as enthralled in what they were doing as he was. And when she threaded those dainty fingers in his hair, he could feel her longing conveyed to him through every fiber of her being.
Bowe’s fingers inched upward until he grazed the lower swell of her breast, the generous warm globe beckoning his touch. He wanted to cup her softness more than he wanted to take another breath of air. All he could think of was molding and kneading the feminine flesh until he had her asking him to replace his fingers with his lips. God, he could make her feel so good. She would love how he could make her feel. And he wanted to hear her begging, the desperation to please her tore at his heart. Cassie. Sweet Cassie.

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Can you give an idea as to which animal you will choose next?

 

Sarah – Mine’s a tiger/gorilla. He’s German and his name is Armin. His mate is Benjamin, a Brit wolf, and beyond that plot-wise, I’m keeping quiet LOL. It will have the original theme, though, of learning to accept yourself and be accepted, to be okay with the fact that someone loves you, no matter what anyone else says or thinks. I love that theme, making the character understand, then the moment of self-realisation that d’you know what, I like myself and can handle someone else liking me—loving me—too. Aww, I’ve gone all gooey. Honestly, the men in these books are such lovely people. Hugs to them all!

 

Lavinia – I’ll be working on Bearorilla next—a shifter who has both bear and gorilla genes in his DNA. I’ve already started the story and can tell you that it’s set in Montana.

 

Lily – I think for sure it will be a bird. Probably a bird of prey. I can already imagine those majestic wings and bi talons.

 

Jambrea – Hmmm… I’m not sure, but I do know my next one will be set in America. I might go for more than two species spliced together.

 

Would you consider writing Spliced novels instead of short stories?

 

Sarah – YES! Yes, yes, yes! If a book that starts out as a short story grips me, then I’ll go for it and keep going until it reaches its natural conclusion. There will be more time to explore the connection between characters—especially if insta-love isn’t present. Oh, the possibilities! And in the first four books, there is what I’ll call a “dark element”, this person lurking in the background that no one has met—he could appear at some point. That would be brilliant. I can feel the fright of our four guys now, because that person…nooooo, leave our splicers alone! Please just let them live in peace! See? This has set me off. Plot bunnies are having a party in my head.

 

Lavinia – Definitely! I think there’s a place for short stories, novellas and novels in romantic fiction, and sometimes the romantic element can work better over a longer body of work. That’s not always the case, of course, but each character is different, and occasionally it’s impossible to tell a character’s story in just 15,000 words.

 

Lily – Mmm…probably not at the moment, I think they work nice as novellas, but I’m never one to say never!

 

Jambrea – Yes! If the characters are talking, I would love to make a longer story.

 

Here are the blurbs!

 

Spliced Series:

 

When scientists mess with the most primitive elements of a man’s core, the results are bound to be explosive.

 

Living a loveless existence is hard for any shifter, but having DNA spliced with creatures who stand out from the crowd is damn near impossible. Which is why four experimented-on souls decide to break free from the chains that hold them, climb the fences that circle them, and go in search of adventure, passion and most of all, their mates.

 

But nothing worth having is ever easy, and for Sharkorilla, Pugorilla, Kangorilla and Elephorilla, this is definitely the case. They’ve come to the end of one very long, hard and frustrating road, but now, with the help of men who have big hearts, they must shed their fears, accept their bodies, and be true to the desires that burn within them. The only problem is, will they get away with it?
Please note, Spliced can be enjoyed as individual stories, but reading in order enhances the pleasure as you get to see the progression of the shifter’s sexy adventures.

 

Sharkorilla – Mason has been tasked with the job of helping his fellow shifters escape from the compound. Two techs need his help to ensure the breakout goes smoothly. One of those techs, Brennan, has a thing for Mason—and Mason has a thing for Brennan too.

 

Once Mason and his three friends are out of the compound, running for their lives across the expanse of the Yorkshire Moors, Mason wonders whether they’ll manage to be free for more than the time it takes to speed farther than a few feet. Freedom—the feeling of it is addictive, and Mason wants more of it. He isn’t prepared to give it up without a fight.

 

With Brennan by his side, Mason knows he can accomplish anything. There is one burning question, though. Can Mason really accept who he is? Can he learn to love himself as half shark, half gorilla? If he doesn’t, he has a feeling life won’t be all roses, despite being free of the compound.

 

So, he’ll just have to give his new life his best shot, won’t he?

 

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Pugorilla – After being created in a lab, his DNA spliced with both canine and primate genes, Dex has spent his entire life locked up. He has always longed to see the outside world and to find lasting love with that one special person—dreams he never thought would come to fruition. Yet when he and his friends discover a plot to kill them all, they have no choice but to plan an escape. A life outside the walls of their compound is everything that Dex has ever hoped for, but there’s only one problem—James, a lab technician who Dex can’t seem to get out of his heart or head.

 

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Kangorilla – Joey has it tough. Not only has he been spliced with a kangaroo and a gorilla, he’s also been brought to the other side of the world. Feeling exploited, desperate and wishing he had love, companionship and acceptance, he takes the risk of leaving the compound in the search of happiness. But will he find it? Or has the person he’s drawn to got other ideas? It certainly seems that way as the temperature goes from boiling hot to downright frosty.

 

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Elephorilla – George hates change, but when his only two options are death or escape, he runs away with his friends into the unknown. Will he be able to find not only a new life, but a new love?

 

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Autism Facts:

Autism was first described by Dr. Leo Kanner in 1943. He reported on eleven children who showed a marked lack of interest in other people, but a highly unusual interest in the inanimate environment.

Autism affects the way a person communicates with, and relates to, other people. It also affects how they make sense of the world around them.

Autism is the fastest-growing developmental disorder in the U.S.

Autism costs a family $60,000 a year on average

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Flair and Saber have fun with holiday beads.

 

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The following short is unedited and naughty.

“My love, what are you doing?” Flair looked around his bedroom to see a tree by the window and odd bobbles all around the place.

“It’s Christmas!” Saber turned and smiled at him, his arms spread wide to show off what he’d done.

“Christmas? You know, I’ve heard of it, but we’ve never celebrated in the castle.” Flair moved closer to the tree and all of the sparkling bright lights.

“That is about to change. I brought a few things from my parents and picked up a few others. I’d do the whole castle up nice, but I need more time so maybe next year. For now, our room is going to be an explosion of decorations.  Plus a little treat for you.” Saber winked and walked over to Flair.

“Does it involve you cock and my ass?” That was something Flair was always ready for.

He tapped a couple of the lights. The bulbs were big and bright. Flair hadn’t seen anything like it before and wondered where Saber got them. They didn’t sell them in the kingdom, at least not that he was aware of.

Saber laughed and shook his head, “Maybe.”

“I have a lot of lost time to make up for.” He opened his arms. Saber walked right into them like he belonged.

And he did. Flair didn’t think he’d ever find his mate. Most of the men he met wanted Flair to be in charge and he got enough of that on a day-to-day basis with running his kingdom. In the bedroom he wanted to let someone else take the lead. Saber was perfect.

“Mmm… yes you do.” Saber kissed Flair’s neck. “And I plan to help you with that. I’m almost done here, why don’t you go get undressed and wait for me on the bed?”

“Don’t be too long or I’ll start without you.”

“Oh, you’ll want this treat.”

“Tease.”

“Nope, because I plan on delivering.” Saber chuckled.

Flair smiled. He watched Saber mess with the lights and things for a few seconds before turning toward the bed. He had his clothes of in no time and was in a perfect position to watch Saber. Just looking at his mate had him hard. Flair turned to the bedside table and grabbed the oil. He figured they would need it anyway.

He poured some into his hand and lazily jacked off while watching his lover move around the room. Saber was an efficient man and didn’t take long with his beautification of the room. The harsh light of the room was turned off leaving only the colorful lights of the tree to fill the room.

It was beautiful. They needed the whole castle to enjoy in this tradition. But later because right now he was ready for his treat.

Saber put his hands on his hips and shook his head.

“You couldn’t wait a few minutes?”

“I’m just getting warmed up.” Flair gave Saber a wicked grin.

Saber removed his clothes and Flair drooled. Saber’s cock was thick and long and tasty. He should know, he’d had a taste that morning.

“You’re facing the wrong way.” Saber motioned for him to turn over.

“But I want to look at you.”

“Well… you can look, but you won’t be able to enjoy your treat.”

Saber went to the reading chair and picked up something. Flair had been so distracted by the unusual site of a tree in his room that he hadn’t noticed it until right then.

“What is that?” Flair propped himself up on his elbows to get a better look.

“I need to decorate everything in the room. I think your ass needs some festive lights.” Saber held up a string of something. It looked like the lights he had hanging from the tree.

“Are those… lights?”

“Not really.” Saber climbed onto the bed and handed over the object.

“Oh. Beads!” They were a nice size circle, but he had no idea what Saber would use them for.

“Yes, nice little round beads that look like Christmas tree lights. Now turn over.” Saber slapped Flair’s side.

“What are you going to do with those?”

“I already told you, I’m going to give your ass some Christmas spirit.”

“That just doesn’t sound right.” Flair chuckled.

He turned over trusting Saber in every way. Saber ran his hand down Flair’s back and it settled any nerves he might have felt. He tensed for a brief second when Saber reached his hole before relaxing back into the bed.

“On your knees, You Majesty.”

Flair snorted. Saber did like to tease and only called him that in the bedroom. Flair shook his head, but followed the directions. He was expecting the chill from the oil to run down his crack, but he still jumped.

Saber circled Flair’s hole breeching him with a thumb.

“Mmmm… more.”

“You just hold your horses. We’re going at my pace.”

“Saber!”

One of the beads was pushed into his hole.

“If you liked one, wait until I have the whole lot up there.”

“How—Oh Goddess—many?”

“Guess you’ll have to wait and see.” Saber’s voice was huskier than before.

His mate was enjoying their play as much as he was.

Another and another of the beads were pushed in. Flair wiggled on the bed, it was almost too much.

“So, full.”

“One more. You think they feel good now? Just wait.” Saber kept a hand on Flair’s back, stroking up and down, but it just added to the sensation.

Flair was panting and shaking.

“Full. So. Full. Saber, please.”

“Shh. Calm down just a little. That’s it. Deep breath. There you go.”

Flair hung his head and focused on the sound of Saber’s voice. He’d just stopped shaking when Saber began to see something about the Twelve Days of Christmas and his love giving him something. Every time he got to one of the days he tugged at the string of beads in his ass. One. At. A. Time.

“Oh, fuck!”

It was too much. He was on the verge of coming.

“Don’t do it. Not yet. Wait for me.” Saber gave another tug. “Last one. Now—“

“Saber!”

Saber eased his cock inside Flair’s hole and it was killing him. Flair rocked back causing Saber to peg his gland and he was a goner. His come splashed onto the bed. Saber reached around and stroked Flair’s cock, giving him more stimulation as Saber rocked back and forth inside him faster and faster.

“Flair!” Saber collapsed onto Flair’s back.

He tried to avoid the wet spot, but with Saber’s weight on his back, he dropped right into it, but he didn’t care. He wasn’t moving. For a week.

“Merry Christmas to me.” Saber rolled off him and snuggled into Flair.

“You’ll have to tell me more about your holiday, but later. Right now? Sleep.”

If this was Christmas they would have to have it every day from now one. Merry Christmas, indeed.

 

 

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