How a Dom feels about his Sub

Oh my! Now this is something Angus would say. It is the sweetest!

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New #TORCHWOOD fan fiction from my biographer

TORCHWOOD: Split Decision 

Chapter One:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/24850927/chapters/60117322

Chapter Two:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/24850927/chapters/60165607

YOU, ME, AND YOU MAKE THREE

This is a draft of an excerpt from the upcoming second in the Glamorgan Progeny series.  Let me know what you think in the comments section.  Thanks for reading!

I was sitting on the wicker chair with a few papers, books, and mobile scattered across the matching coffee table.  It was a damp, early winter day and I could sense the greenhouse’s residents breathing and talking to one another – I am psychically sensitive like that.  I had been working on a drash, a biblical interpretation, to justify critical points in my article for Tikkun magazine.  I am Desmond Mac Innes-Reese, 1^st Viscount of Glamorgan.  Close friends call me Deetz.  I am a rabbi over a small but growing Welsh congregation that was gaining some international statue because of its unapologetically progressive politics.  We were a welcoming space for Jewish misfits ostracized by more traditional settings.

I stood up, stretched, and sighed at my lack of progress in light of the lateness of the day.  The moon was nice though and I found myself missing my husband of six years, Angus Reese, the 12^th Earl of Glamorgan.  He is an MP representing Cardiff in the House of Commons and currently away on diplomatic business.  He's been gone for two weeks.  The Crown often presses him into secret diplomatic service because of his grasps of multiple languages – a big advantage during high stakes negotiations.  He wasn’t due back until tomorrow.  We are quite ‘close’ and I’ve been missing the feel of his body against mine.  If asked, Angus would claim he wasn’t gay but then again, neither am I.

I walked over to the samovar to get some more tea, reckoning on a few more minutes of work before I went to bed.  Sipping at the hot brew, I looked out to the rest of the garden, bits of snow dusting the bushes which surrounded the ancestral estate.  Remodelling of the mansion was nearly over and our entire clan of reprobates had settled throughout it.  We were related by deeds and blood, having saved one another’s lives more times than we cared to remember and in ways 007 wouldn’t have dreamed of.  But that’s another story . . .

I started back to my seat when I felt a rustling behind me.  I turned around and Mr Handsome appeared like someone teleporting from Blake’s 7 Liberator.  More likely he flew our jumbo, private jet.  “Oi!  You’re home early!”  Ah, finally a legitimate excuse to stop working.  And what an excuse Angus was.  He still looked like a model off the cover of an Arthurian romance novel - long-hair, beard, and all.  Whereas he is buff, I’m slight and tight, like Bruce Lee’s brother from another mother.  We both have random Oriental and Welsh tattoos all over our bodies, only I have a tree of life brand that lights up when I get emotional.  Luckily I was no longer in puberty where burning a hole in my shirt was embarrassingly commonplace.  “Things must have gone well, eh?”

“Right,” he said in a low growl.  He came into the light.  I noted how his suit was wrinkled and his hair was untied.  “I’ve crossed three datelines to get to you.”  He looked a bit wild, his grey-green eyes were dark, glaring at me with a smouldering intensity.  He placed his suitcase on a nearby chair unceremoniously and walked to the middle of the room, hands behind his back.  “Come here.”  I looked at him incredulously.  “Now.”

Yum, Yum

Toni just LOVES when I do this.

But then again, so does Angus.

FROM THE ARCHIVES OF THE AUTHOR

Many years ago, my biographer worked on some fun fanfiction using two characters from a BBC show, Torchwood. It was a Doctor Who spin-off and she wanted to offer psychosexual reflections on the relationship between an immortal and a young man who heretofore had only dated women. Check out this story and a few others and learn why I chose her to tell my clan's story. Enjoy!

Ianto and the New Year's Eve Snowstorm (3871 words) by HippyChick1964
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Torchwood, Janto - Fandom
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones
Characters: Jack Harkness and Ianto Jones; other Torchwood characters mentioned
Summary:

Ianto is gladly going home for the night and hoping for a quiet evening. Now what is that saying about "best laid plans"?

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Happy New Year Fans!

Angus and I deeply appreciate all the love and support we've received from ya'll.  I'm looking forward to my biographer's publication of the next installment, Project Iceworm: a human marriage in three parts, coming in June 2018 - in time for pride celebrations all over the world.  Until then, enjoy this quick video:
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Sale has been extended!

Everything you know about Roswell is wrong.  There was a crash from the sky.  There was a government cover-up.  And yes Timmy, there are aliens.  But the truth about Roswell isn’t just in the White House, but runs through Moscow, 10 Downing Street, then lands at Morgannwg, a country estate outside of Cardiff in Wales, and onto the lap of Deetz Mac Innes.  Deetz, a skilled martial artist and clairsentient, would rather be anywhere else but Morgannwg – too many bad memories and unresolved longings.  A phone call from his sister and his father’s murder changes everything and now resolving the discrepancies between official records and double crosses become his central focus – well, those and not falling in love.

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The Perfect Chanukkah Gift

The holiday is just around the corner.  How about sharing something sexy with your special bi-boy?  Click above - I dare you.  But keep in mind, it is long - 6 minutes.  An introduction to the hottest paranormal romance on Amazon.  

When done, click here to buy The Roswell Discrepancy: a human romance in three parts.  

Old Dick and the Sea - Part 7 (THE END?)

The picture that inspired the story - for the audio version, click here

Angus had had scant few blow jobs until we got together, as debutantes think it’s beneath them and slappers want you to pay for it.  He also wasn’t much into porn and isn’t too familiar with the seedier side of fucking.  So, when I described deep throating the wife’s cock, he nearly choked on a pretzel.  “You did what?”

“I am neither lying nor exaggerating.”

“You can do that?  Just like that?”  He tried to finish chewing  but only succeeded in nearly asphyxiating.  “How, how did it feel?  Weren’t you, overwhelmed?”

He meant ‘scared’.  “That’s the point, isn’t it?” I replied.  He leaned back on the bed’s headboard, letting his mind wander on the ceiling.  Nervous, I coiled my fingers picking at my cuticles.  The old man had been right – I had my best orgasms when I am servicing others.  That night, sucking his wife off, I shook so bad from cumming that I nearly dislocated my left hip.  But good healthy lust is complicated by heterosexist restrictions on body part usage, according to my BFF, Toni.  I was always cautious because otherwise was, at best, difficult for whenever I offered my ass, lots of men considerate it as open season and their starring in the own rough anal porn scene.  And the ladies couldn’t stand the smell of their pussy on my lips.

Angus’s tone dropped and his voice was just above a whisper.  “Show me how you did it!” he demanded, the words coming out gravelly, slow, and deliberate.   He jumped up and walked to the foot of the bed.  “How did you position yourself?”

“Angus, mate, it’s been years since I’ve done that,” I said.  “I haven’t even practiced in some time.”

“And you’ve never offered this service to me, your lord?” he replied, crossing his arms across his chest.  “What do you need to practice?”

Old Dick and the Sea - Part 6

Audio Version

Old Dick and the Sea

Part 6

F**king, I figured out, was only part of the package but often the part folks, particularly gay men, got wrong.  They’re caught in the heterosexist bullshit that mimics the game Battleship - once you get the person in bed (or behind the building), the target has been reached and there is nothing left to do but screw.  For gay men, it doesn’t matter as for many sex is nothing more than an exchange at a pawn shop.  I guess that’s the difference between consuming a burger in your car on the way back from lunch and enjoying a beef Wellington with a glass of Bordeaux at a Gordon Ramsay restaurant.  Straight blokes aren’t much better; eventually leaving most straight women in haggard and unhappy lives – they do all that work to catch a guy’s eye and his mind is practically gone or asleep five seconds after he gets it in (if not before). 

Old Dick and the Sea - Part Four

Same set up as before, click on the title below and access the Youtube video/automated computer voice, reading the story.  For those of you who are still addicted to words on a page, scroll down.  For previous episodes, scroll down on the blog page.

What's happening next?  Angus is getting involved . . . slowly, very slowly . . . .

Old Dick and the Sea - Part Four

Last video book trailer and this one is dirty

Another video post for my biography

1st Video Book Trailer

Enjoy, enjoy, enjoy!

The Roswell Discrepancy: a human romance in three parts

Ready to Win Some Swag?

Looking for Reviewers for The Roswell Discrepancy 

Your work on this will be rewarded.  Folks who complete this task within 30 days, will get a “swag bag” sent to you with treats related to the book.  Anyone who sends a review back within 15 days will get a Roswell Discrepancy tee shirt along with the swag.

Get in touch with my biographer, A.G. Davis at bshabbat25@gmail.com with your email information.  Don’t worry about including negative points or honest criticism.  That’s helpful to us first-time writers.  However, if, in your review, you could write 4 to 6 sentences that reference the following questions, I would be deeply appreciated:

1. Describe your thoughts about the believability of the plot, the pace of the storyline, and the interplay of amongst the characters.
2. How feel about the two main characters, Deetz Mac Innes and Angus Reese?  Were you hopeful for a ‘happy ever after’ ending?  What was your reaction to eroticism?
3. What other themes stood out for you?
4. Was the writing style appealing, why or why not?
5. How many stars would you give the book, with 1 = not recommended to 5 = highly recommended?

If you would like to get a peek about what you're in store for, click the book picture to the right of this blog post which will take you to the Amazon website where you can get a synopsis and an excerpt.  Keep in mind that positive reviews will be used on Amazon and/or Goodreads, so list below your review how you would like your name noted on those sites.  Please keep in mind that the book, both in PDF and hard copy, is copywritten, thus no part can be used without written permission from both myself as well as the publisher.  If you choose to quote a passage, you must cite the page and use quotations.

Lastly, if you are interested in the prizes, with your review, give your full name and mailing address. 

Thanks again!  Please enjoy “The Roswell Discrepancy”.

I promise the book doesn't cost this much

I always told my biographer, A.G. Davis, that the book, The Roswell Discrepancy, would be popular but a used copy for $150.80?  Three questions:

1. It is just out, how is that someone read it that fast to have a used copy?
2. Why was it $151 last Saturday but $150.80 today - did it get used more?
3. Considering the topic, snarky reflections on my fabulous sex life, just how did that copy get used?

Release Party for The Roswell Discrepancy

Saturday, June 4th is the official release party for this exciting new book, the story of two Welshmen, childhood friends, searching for their fathers' murderers and caught in a strange world of Druidic healing, international intrigue, aliens, Jewish practice, and talking pets. This is a paranormal romance with a twisted ending you won't want to miss. Come have a special martini with us on our private plane and learn the secrets that hide The Roswell Discrepancy.

Time: 2 pm to 4 pm
Location:  City Coffeehouse, 6623 Allen Rd, Allen Park, MI 48101

Reply to this post with your email address or contact me with bshabbat25@gmail.com to RSVP.