‘Who’s the Boss?’

 Another interpretation of things by Angus as referenced in The Roswell Discrepancy

(for those of you who recognize the American TV show title, check out the lyrics to the show’s intro song, “Brand New Life” - http://www.metrolyrics.com/whos-the-boss-lyrics-brand-new-life-by-larry-carlton-robert-craft-martin-cohan-and-blake-hunter.html)

Deetz aroused him beyond madness, leading Angus to wonder if a man could be ‘dick whipped’.  Pressed against a painted brick wall, his hands supernaturally tied to some random over-head pipe bulging above him, Angus also wondered if the similarly positioned couples and threesomes around him in Buddies Bar’s Dungeon space felt as dizzy, crazy tormented as he was right now.  His pelvis pushed out, dick just inside Deetz’s mouth, Angus was certain that he would do anything to keep this going – keep it going now, tomorrow, and likely forever.  Angus didn’t want to cum, even right before he did, as much as he wanted to be a Madeline truffle at the back of Deetz’s throat.

Eating Leftovers Part II - Angus's side of the story

Ciara had just finished a late-night baby feeding and wondered how long before her husband. Tom, at the rate they were going, would have her pregnant again.  She smiled at the idea of practicing as she quickly got the used bottles in the dishwasher and took care of the dirty nappy.   It was a nice quiet night.  She and Tom had Churton Place to themselves as the rest of their MI-6 spy family hadn’t arrived from Cardiff and Paris.  And although the London townhouse held all three sets of couples and three children quite comfortably, it was nice to know that tonight the only thing that could interrupt her naughty ideas were her 6-year-old and 4-month-old, both of whom were finally and deeply asleep.  Then her tablet rang.

“Angus?  Is something wrong?” she asked once his image came up.

“Nothing,” Angus said, his face sullen.  He appeared to be speaking to her from some outdoor café and not the wonderful, five-star hotel room which her brother and Angus were supposed to be staying.  This was a very bad sign.

Eating Leftovers - Deetz's Understanding

It has always been my philosophy that it is the Sub that runs the relationship.  Doms need to dominate, to feel and present themselves as the ones in control.  They live to cause and watch the pleasure their acts bring to their Subs. But, if you watched the typical BDSM porn, you’d think it was more ‘SM’ than ‘BD’ and even in cases of the latter, the subtleness of real master-slave relationships is notable for its absence.  Although we’ve engaged in a form of Japanese ‘tight binding’ called Kinbaku, we’d never dealt in harshness or intentional infliction of pain. An instance of violent assault as a teen was as much sexually-based abuse as I ever wanted to endure.   This is and will always be about control and Angus, fy annwyl, my beloved husband, knows when I’m not in control.

a scene from The Children of Project Ice Worm

These are chapters from The Children of Project Iceworm (tentative publishing date of summer of 2018) which is the sequel to The Roswell Discrepancy (coming out June 2017).  Both are the adventures of my husband, Angus Mac Innes-Reese, our crew, and myself as we combat international bad folks then expose and debunk government lies all in service of Her Majesty - all the while enjoying some very hot sex. 

This scene is set in Tel Aviv, where Angus and I are to met up with my best friend from Chicago, LaTonya "Toni" Hoffman.  Angus and I have been married now for over five years and I am about to become ordained as a rabbi.  Angus is a peer of the realm, a member of the House of Lords, venture capitalist, and a founder of a nonprofit that helps those who need artificial limbs. I am finishing my studies and thinking about doing more, but Angus doesn't know it yet. 

Typically, Angus and I are exclusive.  He's not only my husband but also my best friend.  But something magical is going on here.  I just don't know what.  Or maybe her hot body and some unresolved feelings are just more temptations than us two boys can handle?

New Book Rising

Old Musing # 67

You know your life sucks when your morning hard on makes you depressed.