Showing posts with label BLMorticia. Show all posts
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Thursday, September 4, 2014

More or Less Sex in M/M

Thanks for checking in with me today. I’m discussing sex in m/m and should there be more books sex or less? We had a discussion on a friends page a few weeks back and plenty of readers chimed in. With all the different responses, I decided I’d add my two cents about what I’ve seen as a reader as well as an author.

Let’s start out with the reader side of me. The reader in me likes a lot of sex. I want sex dripping from the pages and I want it so hot, my toes curl and I get that warm feeling in my gut. That being said, I like it to go along with the plot. Not page after page with no real direction and not for the sake of throwing it in there either. There has to be a reason why my two characters get together. Are they drawn to one another because of attraction? Or is it that and the fact they lost someone in their lives and are looking for the next special someone. Do they hate one another at first then eventually fall in lust or love?

The author in me is much the same, but lately I like to make my characters wait until they’re completely crazy for one another before I allow them to go to bed. Yes, it’s like punishment for them and even sometimes for me. *laughs* I can feel the tension between the characters and when I get done writing a chapter, I tell them and my muse we all have to wait. *sigh* Yep, I like them to be just about ready to explode when they’re finally ready for the first bedroom scenes. And when they do get there, I try my best to make it satisfying for all of us. Not an easy feat when you think about it. And then try making it original. Good luck with all that, but I do try. *smiles*

So, in conclusion, I have to pose it to you the audience. Do you like more sex in your m/m or less? Or are you like me, sex happens because of the plot and making them suffer is better. Let me know your thoughts.

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Funny I’d feature my first erotica m/m here. My MC is kidnapped and thoroughly pleasured by his captor!

I don't like to play by the rules and I don't take no for an answer!

I'm JKaye, a fan, no make that super fan, of Lucifiera's lead singer Zander Lukes. I've wanted this man more than breathing but here's the problem; he doesn't know I exist and they're watching him like a hawk.

It’s a mission I must undertake to fulfill my dream. Regardless of the situation I plan to kidnap the biggest heavy metal singer in the world and make him my bitch for a weekend.

WARNING: Strong male/male sexual situations many might find highly objectionable.



Excerpt


    Checking the clock on the wall, I was getting bored waiting on show time. The opening acts were running late because their bus broke down on the way into New York.
    Bummer for them. To be perfectly honest, they sucked.
    But the record company decided to throw them on the bill with me. Cool kids but they truly sucked at music. No, I don’t make the rosters for these tours and nor do I care to. If it were up to me, it would just be Lucifiera and I’d fill the time with exotic dancers of the male and female variety.
    No worries, that idea is in the works since I mentioned it to our management. That may take some time but it will get done. I’ll make doubly sure of that.
    Fifteen minutes until and the voices inside my head urged me to wreck something. Listening to Sex Type Thing always put me in that kind of mood which is why I have it blasting through the speakers before every show.
    You may ask, why that tune when it’s not that much older than me?
    I suppose I like the sleaze, the lyrics which sound so devilish and yet so captivating at the same time. It sounds as if it’s coming from a man in command and or control even though through history, we can see Scott really didn’t have a firm grip on much of anything. And like him, I wanted someone to be my lay before and after the show but groupies bored the hell out of me.
    Sure, they came in all colors, sizes, and genders, but none of them held my interest.
Right now, I wanted someone exciting, someone to push my limits, get my motor running on all speeds and that wasn’t going to be found with the girls brought by the roadies to please Zander Lukes.
    Yes, I said roadies because I couldn’t be bothered with picking my partner or partners for the evening. Besides, all I did was kick them out after they swallowed my cum anyway. I don’t do the lovey dovey cuddle thing with one-nighters at all. None of them deserved it anyway.
    What I wanted was a strong man, willing to go really far, and take me where so far out of myself that I might not want to come back. And believe you me it would take a lot to do that since in I’ve freaking owned the effin block.
    Have I done all the dirty? Just about.
    Am I willing to go further? Most definitely.
    In my mind, kinks are only the things you dare not talk about with strangers for fear you might have to hurt them. The acts that most find frightening or repulsive but who cares? If it’s what you like then you should do it.
    My kinks range from bondage to brutal sex and everything in between. If only I could find the one to show me the real world beyond those doors.


BLMorticia is currently a published writer with Naughty Nights Press and Rebel Ink Press. She entertains her readers with hot and smexy sex, humor, and lots of swear words. She attempts to incorporate metal music or the military in most of her works. Nothin’ sexier than metalheads or military servicemen and women! She also writes a biweekly column on Blak Rayne Books and blogs on the First Thursday of the month at NNP Blog. For more info, please visit, Erotica With Snark

Thursday, August 7, 2014

What I Love About Writing

It’s been a little over four years since I began this journey. Doing something I did sparingly as a teen and then turning it into a budding career. I never thought I could be a published author, putting out my own books for others to read and enjoy until December 2010 when my first sole author story hit the market.

Boy was I excited. The cover with my penname on it; essentially, my name in lights as if I were the director of a large film or the lead singer of a successful band. Wow! Me? I couldn’t believe it. Although just a short story, it began this long winding road of ups and downs, gnashing teeth over edits, struggling to get the most out of my characters and sulking a little over so so reviews. (More chocolate and liquor please) *laughs* That’s how authors deal. And after all that, here I am, four years later and still excited about the next release!

Oh the joy when I see the new cover, and then when I get the edits, I smile instead of grumbling. One step closer to the finished product going up on Amazon, All Romance, and or Smashwords. Whew! And then comes promotions, blogging, spending a few bucks on cover ads, and yes the reviews which have gotten better than so so. More like, okay, we see what you’re trying to do but… *laughs again* Not many of those either. Seemingly more people enjoy what the muses of Sharita Lira are doing and let me know it through comments and reviews. Thanks so much.

Which brings me back to my topic. What do I enjoy most about writing? The answer? EVERYTHING. I’ve learned a lot since I started. I do more research, I read more of my peers in all genres, I’ve taken classes, and asked for help from fellow authors and betas. Every book I’ve wrote reads better than the last and I’ve self pubbed several with more to come in the near future. Am I nervous, hell yes. Scared? Yes! But I’ve got to continue. It means entering new territory in my career and going on my own without the help of a publisher.

Oh the joy and pains of being a published author. Sometimes we writers throw our hands up when the royalty statements come or when the reviews are less than stellar we sulk again but we love it don’t we? We wouldn’t trade it for anything. To see our names up “in lights” sort of speak is what we live for.

Creating a world around characters we made is just the tip of the iceberg. To me, nothing is more exciting than this process.


Being a published author is what I’ve dreamed of. And I couldn’t be happier. 

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Thursday, April 10, 2014

Part 1: Favourite Paranormal Creatures

So BLMorticia recently talked about one of her favourite spots on a guy. Ok, it was a couple months ago but time flies so fast that it feels fairly recent still.

Back on track. It got me thinking; her main genre is erotica, and that is a fairly erotic spot, that V over the hips. My main genre is paranormal, so why not talk about something that I love from the paranormal world.

Well, it was too hard for me to pick one, so over the coming months I'll be talking a little about my favourite paranormal creatures. I'm kicking it off with my namesake, the Phoenix.

We all know the basic mythology. The fiery bird with a long life that bursts into flames and is reborn from the ashes. A beautiful metaphor, I felt drawn to the Phoenix when I started writing again.

I had become filled with melancholy, and a large part of it stemmed from my lack of creativity. In most part, I had given up hope of writing any story at all, let alone having other people read it. But I was encouraged to give it another shot, and that spark soon grew into a roaring fire, giving me new purpose for me, as my own person, and I flew with it.

It's an obvious paranormal creature to appreciate, but that doesn't make it any less beautiful and mysterious. There is the obvious tale of being reborn from fire, and it certainly is more glamorous than some alternative theories.

It has always been shown with a nimbus with rays around its head, like the Greek God
Helios, or to have wonderful plumage on it's head, or even compared to a rooster with a large crest. There are many thoughts on the exact colouring, from that of a peacock to the red and yellow associated with the fire from which it gains new life in the popular myth, and the sun which it is said to represent in others.

It's one of those creatures that are featured in the cultural, artistic and religious history of many countries, each giving it their own flavour, their own twist.

Whatever this bird looks like or represents to the person imagining it, what we can agree on is that it is a wonderful metaphor, and I would personally love to see more stories incorporate this noble, if mythological, feathered creature.

I'm not quite sure which creature I'll talk about next week, but I promise I will have some sexy pictures next time. *wink*

~Phoenix

Phoenix Johnson is an Australian author who has always had the passion for the written word. She had her nose in at least one book ever since she could read and would even scrutinize the back of the cereal box every morning at breakfast. It was only natural she take up writing.
After reviewing a few delicious titles for Naughty Nights Press as she wrote her first title, The Wolf in the Neighborhood, Phoenix was of one mind to submit it to NNP, and she hasn't looked back. She feels that being invited to write for the NNP blog is a great honour, and loves being part of the team!

Thursday, April 3, 2014

Inspiration for Under the Gun, series Hardy and Day

David Taylor Camdyn Hardy
Hey again folks. This is resident bad girl BL with exciting news about my next book, Under the Gun. WOOT. 

So, if you’ve been following the muses of Sharita Lira, then you know this was Michael Mandrake’s story. Yeah, I know, right? The first story where Michael really pushes the envelope. 

*laughs*

Well unfortunately, the company that pubbed UTG folded and when Shar decided to re-release, she turned it over to me. Yep, me since I am the bad girl and this is more my type of thing. You know what I like to write so a story with two hot men looking for love along with strange kinks should appeal.Hell yes it does and so here I am since G decided to gave UTG a chance once again. 

So what exactly is Under the Gun? It’s an interracial m/m romance about a two men who come from different paths but find out just how much they have in common. Malik Day is a discharged soldier under the now defunct DADT policy while Camdyn Hardy is a private investigator who just lost his lover when he decided homosexuality wasn’t for him.
Tyson Beckford Malik Day

Michael got the idea from a sub call he answered and well, they didn’t accept it. Thank goodness Michael stuck with the idea and Malik and Cam got a much longer story. Ooh and then a series. Yep, this will be three or four books. Michael wrote the first two and I’ll be adding my own little special touches. With the last ones, it will be all BL. Nice to share one head right? *giggles* Ah we work Shar to death!

So what music did Michael use to write this? Since the story is a romance with two very interesting characters; both headstrong, stubborn, proud, and alpha, he chose some metal. Some Sevendust and Ministry for the angst, some Nine Inch Nails. For the calmer and more tension filled moments, Depeche Mode. For the love scenes, some smooth R&B like Sade. For the kinky portion, back to NIN and he says Sanctified was the tune. 




Michael described the tone as seductive with an edge. He added it put him in a particularly interesting mood for the whole book as well as every sexy encounter with Cam and Malik.

Oh and the faces he picked? Jeezus, could they get any cuter! Wow. Former porn star David Taylor and hot model Tyson Beckford. Yummeh! I think they look good together, don’t you?

Look for Under the Gun sometime this year.

Warning: Gun Play and hot sex between two men ahead. A previously published work written before the DADT repeal.

Life can be such a bitch

After Tay left me for a woman, there was no question I needed relief. I decided to let off some steam at the driving range and look who I find; a hot looking soldier ready for battle and what I wouldn’t do to be in the trenches with him but could I get over the trust issues I had to get this beautiful specimen in my bed?
I’m Camdyn Hardy and the man I’m after is Malik Day, a soldier discharged under the DADT policy for defending a fellow gay soldier when homophobic fucks were trying to beat his ass. He’s looking for a job and a lover.  He’s just the right fit if you ask me but will he get over his stupid pride so he can move from under his bible thumping parent’s roof to mine?


This is our fucking lives and we’re standing in the way of our own happiness!

Excerpt

Some days are better than others and most could be a hell of a lot better, but when you get into a fight with your significant of the moment, what else can be done? I wished we could’ve avoided it but, there was no way to do so.  
When my boyfriend and I worked on a case together we almost slipped up because of our encounter on the job. It was at my insistence too which made it even worse. Our client wasn’t amused when he literally caught us with our pants down and almost fired us from the case. Still, we got the job done. My man continued to tell me to wait until we were safe and out of sight but my horniness wouldn’t allow it.
After the episode, Tay started to have second thoughts about our relationship. Seemingly, he thought we lost focus by working with one another and we should split up. I shook my head and told him it wasn’t a good reason but he vehemently disagreed about us going on with this work/play scenario.
Even though I promised I’d be more of a good boy he decided to move on, and left every tie to Camdyn & Associates behind. I knew he still loved me, but I heard from mutual friends that Tay was on the fence again, spending a lot of time with a female. I’d been preparing myself for my down low lover to take a hike so when he walked out, it wasn’t a surprise. This taught me not to deal with anyone unsure about their sexuality ever again. I needed someone totally real and gay like me.  
With my hands tightly gripping the wheel, I drove away from my office and made the sharp turn at the corner to enter the freeway. Anger building inside of me, I needed to press or push something to release some of the tension. The gas pedal was the only option. When I got on I floored it, quickly approaching eighty. With my foul mood, I dared someone to pull me over.
How would I dispel these ill feelings? I knew of one way but it wasn’t in my best interest to go murdering someone when was a man of the law. The other option was sex. Getting it from a down low fuck club I had lifetime membership to called the Pinkhole. I really could have settled for an anonymous lay but they wouldn’t want to play that game I loved to play with Tay; the forbidden one that carried all kinds of risks. Let’s just say it involved our affinity of guns, violence, and rough sex. How did we mix a weapon into our down low union? You’ll have to use your imagination to figure that out.

Within a few minutes, I made it home. It felt good to be there after such a menacing day. “What am I so upset for?” This would be a great time to start looking for a new partner in life and business. Tay and I loved each other but weren’t in love. There was always that rift between us that couldn’t be broken down and now that he’d left me, I needed to find another man who wouldn’t have the same hang-ups. 

BLMorticia is currently a published writer with Naughty Nights Press and Rebel Ink Press. She entertains her readers with hot and smexy sex, humor, and lots of swear words. She attempts to incorporate metal music or the military in most of her works. Nothin’ sexier than metalheads or military servicemen and women! She also writes a monthly column on Blak Rayne Books and blogs on the First Thursday of the month at NNP Blog. For more info, please visit, Erotica With Snark

Thursday, March 6, 2014

BLMorticia Interviews Michael Mandrake - ILIR Blogtour N'awlins Exotica

Good morning. Today my muses are playing together. Well okay, no not really but yes, BL is interviewing Michel Mandrake. And BL has some special news. Take it away muses. 

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BL: Hey peeps. This is BL on NNP’s blog, interviewing brother muse Michael Mandrake, but before I bring him in a bit of news. *drum roll* My book Under the Gun, that ironically used to be Michael’s has been contracted by Naughty Nights Press. This book has a hot couple, Camdyn and Malik. Malik is a former soldier while Camdyn is a PI looking for love and a new partner. Together they make up Hardy and Day. This small novella series will feature the twosome on big cases while they make sexy, hot love. *licks lips* I’ll be filling you in some more as the time comes but lets bring in brother muse, Michael Mandrake.

*audience claps*

MM: *Michael walks in, dressed in a three piece suit and tie. Smiles at the camera.* Hi there BL. Thanks so much for having me.

BL: No prob bro. So tell us about I Love it Rough, the sequel to I Like Em Pretty.

MM: Well, as you said, it is a continuation of Kajika and Frankie’s story, set in New Orleans about two men getting together after a tragic event occurs. This tale is a follow-up into their relationship but I add some suspense, murder, and some sexual tension that makes this book in my opinion better than the first. Its not a romance, more like a mystery, complete with a serial killer, unrest between the characters and of course Kajika himself who is also entertaining.

BL: Yes he is. He’s a piece of work. I caught his interview a few days ago. And what about the surprise you have planned?

MM: Well, I have a couple. One might not make some people too happy but the other should bring a smile to fans of Ryland and Ryder Durand. They’re making an appearance in this story. How do I do it? You’ll have to read to find out. *winks*

*Audeience oohs and aahs*

BL: Wow, bro. You sure you don’t want to give us a sneak peek?

MM: No, I can’t BL. Then it would take away a big part of the story.

BL: *pouts* Alright then Well tell us more about the series and how me an Rawiya fit into this.

MM: *smiles* Well you’re taking over the very spicy Kenina Porter
BL's book #3 Hell Hath No Fury

*audience boos*

MM: *Michael’s eyes widen* Now, now, Kenina is very nice. She just needs some TLC. BL is going to give her a great story too. She’s a woman scorned. And then you’re writing book 4 which will be Orrin’s story.

BL: Oh yeah, Orrin is the goods. *rubs hands together*

MM: And then Rawiya takes over book 5 with Naomi, then back to me with book 6. And actually you’ll be the first to know that there might be a book seven. I haven’t really made up my mind but another character in this series needs some TLC as well.

BL: Ooh, well I’m looking forward to it Michael. Kenina is a gal after my own heart. Now, last question, how would you summarize the N’awlins Exotica series in one word?

MM: *blinks* Just one? I’ll go for, saucy. *laughs* That’s the best way I can put it. Its exotic, erotic, chaotic, it’s… all of these and more. It’s really a fun collection and Im glad we’re all working on it together.


BL: Great bro. Well thanks for stopping in and folks if you haven’t checked out this series, please do. It is a blast!

*Audience cheers*


Blurb

Livin’ in N’awlins ain’t all that easy…  

Kajika Fortier loves his job, the attention he gets from onlookers, and Frankie Choteau. However, his new partner’s jealousy, mood swings, and over protectiveness drives Kajika to the brink but at the same time, excites him to no end. To complicate things further, a murderer is on the loose looking for blood. All three of the killer’s victims are strippers which not only makes Frankie nervous about Kajika’s safety but leaves him questioning his love for being a homicide detective. Coupled with the stresses of cold cases as well as some fellow officers shunning him for coming out, Frankie is having second thoughts about staying in New Orleans. Despite the encouragement from Vance, Kenina, and Orrin as well as new chief Quinn Murray, Frankie is wondering if his life’s passion really is to catch the killers.  

Will the new couple survive these new issues that impede their nearly perfect union? Or will the relationship fail, thus leaving Kajika alone and a target for New Orleans latest serial killer? Detective Choteau and Kajika’s commitment to one another is being tested in more ways than one and they only have one another to lean on.

Excerpt

 Kajika stepped out of the tub, grabbing the towel nearby to dry off. He’d been looking forward to spending the night and the early part of the day with his man, but duty called, causing Frankie to run out the door without saying anything more than ‘I’m gone’ and ‘I love you’.


Damn job.

Sometimes Kajika wished Frankie worked a nine to five instead of the dreaded detective position he held at the police station. They hadn’t had much time with the workload being so large due to shortage of staff, and it affected their relationship more than Kajika would’ve liked. At first he thought he could handle it; the excitement of his hot homicide detective out in the streets solving murders. Such a dangerous career but with it came nice money and accolades. Although Kajika was scared to death of blood and dead bodies, he loved hearing about some of Frankie’s cases, including the more intriguing ones that had yet to be solved. Tonight though, he would’ve traded all that in for his Frankie to be by his side.

In bed with me, where he should be.

Kajika finished wiping down and wrapped himself in his terry cloth robe to get ready for bed. He’d thought about staying up and watching some television, hoping that Frankie might return sooner than later, but he knew the truth. When called in, detectives don’t make it back home within a couple of hours. More like a few hours, or even half the day, would pass before he’d see his man again. As long as he came home safe, Kajika would deal with the amount of hours he spent away from their warm bed in Kenner, Louisiana.
On the way to the bedroom, Kajika wrapped his hair in the towel, drying his long strands. He glanced at the clock on the wall and grimaced when he noticed the big and small hand hovering over the two.
“Shit. Now I know I won’t see you until breakfast.” Kajika clicked his teeth and stomped on the trail of rose petals, angered by their night being interrupted. He pushed their bedroom door closed and leaned against the wood. “Damnit. We haven’t done a whole lot other than late night cuddling, quickies in the bathroom or on the kitchen floor. I need more than that, Frankie…I need−”

A long buzz sounded from the dresser, and Kajika moved quickly to see who was calling.

Frankie.

Frankie, or at least Kajika hoped it was, calling him with the news he’d be returning home sooner than expected. Although farfetched, Kajika could still wish his husband to be back early. He gulped hard and said a little prayer before clicking the connect button. “Hello?”

Silence then a sigh. “Babe, it’s me… I… I got some real bad news to tell you, sweetheart, but I’d rather you hear it from me as opposed to anyone else.”

Kajika released a deep breath and shrugged. “Are you okay, love? Something bothering−”

“Naw, I’m good, boo, but−” Frankie stopped a moment and blew hard through the phone.

Kajika plopped on the bed and crossed his legs, wondering what the heck his man was talking about. Bad news? What could it possibly be? Kajika nibbled on his bottom lip while he toyed with the frayed threads on his housecoat. “What is it, lover?”

“Babe, the murder I got called in for was…” Frankie ceased speaking again and sounded a little choked up about it.

Kajika held his breath and blinked twice in succession. “Who Frankie? Come on, just spit it out, right…who…”

“Lana Miles, babe. Lana’s been strangled to death.” Frankie spoke quickly to get the words out.

Kajika stared straight ahead, and his heart caught in his chest. Oh my God! Unable to cope with what he’d just heard, he dropped his phone and immediately the tears welled under his eyelids. Lana? Oh my God, who killed her? She was a good person…she…

“Kajika? Babe, you there? You okay, love? Talk to me, honey.”

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The N’awlins Exotica/Paranormal series
The city of New Orleans is rich in tradition, diverse, and known for the inspiration it provides. In the “Big Easy” there lies the hunger for the erotic as well as the unknown. The residents here feel that sexual energy and it reveals itself through their various creative activities.
Join the characters as they take a wild ride on the edge, enjoying their town for all it has to offer. There’s a certain magic in the air, an erotic magic that cannot be ignored.

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Michael Mandrake pens complex characters already comfortable with their sexuality. Thorough these, he builds worlds not centered on erotica but rather the mainstream plots we might encounter in everyday life through personal experiences or the media. To find out more please visit http://tabooindeed.blogspot.com. 

Author Sharita Lira: In one word, crazy. Just crazy enough to have 3 different muses running around in her head, driving her to sheer exhaustion with new plot bunnies and complex characters. This happily married mother of two beautiful children loves music, computers, reading, and still enjoys reading and writing fanfiction. She’s a proud member of the Erotica Readers & Writers Association, as well as an advocate for rights of LGBT citizens.  She’s also a contributor to the heavy metal ezine Fourteeng.net.

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Thursday, February 6, 2014

The Sexiest Part of a Man

Greetings folks. Mmmph. Nothing sexier than a man right? The well sculpted face, chiseled body, the chest, the abs, the… cock… Ugh. Are you salivating yet? I know I am. *wipes off drool* But ladies and gentlemen, are those REALLY the most sexiest parts of a man? Uh no, not even close. Yeah a lot of those are great to look at, touch, and erm, lick… *giggles* but what about that part of his body you see when his jeans hang low and might be going commando.

Well, I searched, I Googled, and wondered, what is that part called? You know, the portion of the man’s body leading from his hipbones down to his crotch. Oh holy hell it’s sexy and even better when you get to see it on your man up close. It’s the V muscle. Oh yeah, I love seeing it on men and when they’re in great shape it’s clearly defined.


I’d often wondered what that was called when looking at a hot model on various websites or on Facebook when people like Shar post hot pictures. The space above the waist that leads to the biggest treasure. Does your man have it? Well even if he doesn’t, you can still ogle men that do.

Do you agree that this is the sexiest part on his body or is there another that catches your eye. Please, I’d like to know your thoughts!


BLMorticia is currently a published writer with Naughty Nights Press and Rebel Ink Press. She entertains her readers with hot and smexy sex, humor, and lots of swear words. She attempts to incorporate metal music or the military in most of her works. Nothin’ sexier than metalheads or military servicemen and women! She also writes a monthly column on Blak Rayne Books and blogs on the First Thursday of the month at NNP Blog. For more info, please visit, Erotica With Snark

Thursday, November 7, 2013

My Favorite Word - Hot Except of CandyMan

Greetings peeps. Here I am, in the flesh with another blog post. Hmm, you see that title? What is my favorite word? Well other than sex, men, and music, what could it be? Ooh I know, a word I use a lot when I write; the word FUCK!

Yeah I do use that quite a bit. *grins* I even counted almost 100 fucks in my latest tale, Wretched 1.6. Can you imagine? Well hell, what can I say, I love to swear. Fuck is a really great fucking word. It can mean so many things. Yeah, yeah it’s real derogatory but a long fucking time ago it was acceptable to say the work fuck.

Need proof? Well, in Wikipedia under the word fuck, it talks about it going as far back as the 15th century from a poem with a mixture of Latin and English called Flies, Fleas and Friars. One of the lines translates to the sentence; they are not in heaven because they fuck wives of Ely.

Wow. *eyes widen* Can you imagine the use of such a great word going that far back? Besides that, think of what else the word derives from; German flikken, to fuck, Dutch fokken, to breed, Norwegian fukka to copulate. Just a few examples of where this might have come from and that brings us to modern day. Fuck, a derogatory word meaning having sex but we also say it when we’re pissed off, we add it to sentences like, get out of my fucking face, bitch. And then we might even use it to be cool. When something makes us happy, we say, fuck yeah! Oh I fucking hate that phrase. *laughs*

Yeah, you didn’t believe that it had some importance right? Well hell, everything comes from something and our great forefathers were usually the ones responsible so, heck, keep on fucking using the word fuck if you are so fucking inclined.


This has been a fucking hilarious and informational post by your resident bad girl, BLMorticia.

Alain Roux is the new owner of the world famous Diamond Candies chocolate factory on the South Side of Chicago. His father, Demi Roux just lost his battle with cancer and has left it in his care despite Demi’s brother’s advice to leave it to him. Alain has no interest in the company but to fulfill his father’s last wish, he takes on the day to day of it anyway.

He’s a spoiled brat, a young man that’s lived off his father’s money, and never worked a day in his life and now Alain’s responsibility is this huge company that he could care less about till he meets one of the more attractive employees, Ty Washington.

Ty is a born and raised Southsider who’s working there to put him through college. Recently, his father threw him out because he confessed he might be gay. This hardens him a bit and he makes the choice not to pursue any gay relationships in hopes he’ll eventually grow out of it and begin to date women. However, when he and Alain talk, his heart soars and as badly as he tries to fight it, the two connect and eventually they decide to give their relationship a try.
Alain slid Ty’s jacket off his broad shoulders and he loosened his boss’s tie while tangling tongues with him. “Mhmm…” he moaned into his embrace and tossed his necktie aside. Slowly unbuttoning his shirt, he buried his face in his neck. The scents of his cologne and natural musk infiltrated his nostrils. The heat between them rose a couple of notches when both men started pulling at each other’s trousers. Ty made a trail from Alain’s earlobe to the top of his lips.
In one swift move, Alain captured Ty’s mouth with his and forced his tongue inside.
Enjoying the interaction, Ty moved along with Alain’s hand once again. Swelling from arousal, Ty gasped and gritted his teeth.
Alain pulled Ty’s pants down and he stepped out of them. He slid his underwear down from his waist with his free hand. With their lips still locked together, Ty did the same, yanking Alain’s boxers from his slender torso.
“Ooh fuck, Ty!” Alain broke the embrace and reached down to discard the rest of his clothing and step out his shoes.
Ty shed the rest of his clothes. Again, Alain molded his mouth to Ty’s, causing him to lose his breath and balance. But Alain held on to him, wrapping his arms around Ty’s waist.
The adrenaline flowing through him, Ty couldn’t help but stare into Alain’s green eyes, getting lost in the emerald haze.
With all his might, Alain pushed Ty backwards towards his bed. He gave him one firm shove and hovered over him when his ass hit the mattress. Despite the nerves, Ty couldn’t wait to feel Alain’s hard cock inside his ass. Yeah it scared him to death, but who better to break him in than the man he desired so badly?
“You’re probably tight as Fort fuckin’ Knox. I need to loosen you up a little. Just remember to breathe and push out. Don’t tense or it will hurt more.” He walked away to grab a few things from his armoire.
When he made that statement, Alain’s facial expression was very stern. This told Ty he was totally serious. He rested his hands on Alain’s tattooed shoulders when he returned. God the man was even hotter with his clothes off. A dragon tat on one bicep, while the other had some Asian writing and a beautiful bird. On his lower back, another tattoo that appeared to be some kind of Latin saying with flowers around it. Ty wondered what all the symbolism meant, but he’d ask later. They’d have plenty of time to chat.
Ty met Alain’s gaze as he opened the lube and squeezed some out on his fingers. “I’ll be honest with ya; it won’t be too pleasant at first but damn – once you get used to it, you’ll love it.” Alain rubbed his index and thumb together and slid one into Ty’s ass.
“Mmph…” Ty held onto the bed sheets and braced himself. He closed his eyes tight, trying to forget about the pain and burning sensation in his nether region. “Ugh…”
“You okay? You want me to stop? I figured my finger would be good before I tried something bigger.” Alain flashed him a wicked smile.
“Er, no… don’t. I wanna feel you, Alain.” Shit, this hurt like hell and he barely had nails!
“Okay, remember what I said. Let’s try again, and I’ll go slower.”
Ty only nodded and did as Alain told him, attempting to breathe and contract his ass muscles. After a minute or two, Ty got used to it and wanted more. “Yes, oh that feels good.”
“Yeah? You want something else?”
Ty was confused. What was the something Alain was talking about? “Your cock?”
“Naw, not yet. You need a little more loosening before I do that, babe.” He pulled his finger out and reached for something above Ty’s head. “This.”
Ty smiled and moistened his lips as he looked at a black phallus about six inches in size. “Oh so you play with toys?”
“Yes I do!” Alain licked the tip before putting some slick on the plastic head. “It’s a lot more fun and will get you better prepared.” Alain leaned in and kissed him lightly on his mouth.
Ty couldn’t help but feel excited. Hell yeah he wanted some of that to get ready for the main course – Alain’s cock. As he watched Alain massage it as if it were his own dick, he pinched his nipples tightly.
“Mhmmm… you ready for it, baby?”
Ty nodded and his eyes followed the dildo as his partner slid the first inch inside his anus. Again, he gnashed his teeth and gripped the sheets.Fuck that stings! It felt like his ass was on fire, but he knew eventually he’d get used to it.
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BLMorticia is currently a published writer with Naughty Nights Press and Rebel Ink Press. She entertains her readers with hot and smexy sex, humor, and lots of swear words. She attempts to incorporate metal music or the military in most of her works. Nothin’ sexier than metalheads or military servicemen and women! She also writes a monthly column on Blak Rayne Books and blogs on the First Thursday of the month at NNP Blog. For more info, please visit, Erotica With Snark