Tuesday, August 18, 2015

Something wasn't right, he could feel it.


Hi there everyone. Welcome to another weekly episode of #Wipitup Wednesday. If you've been following my blood demon story, you'll remember that last week Landon's body went through some rather abrupt changes. And due to those changes and what he'd done to his parents there was no way he could risk staying in West Virgina. 

I've skipped ahead a bit in the story with today's excerpt. Landon is currently residing in Crocker Missouri and is working as a mechanic for a small local garage. The owner of Owen's (said garage) has a beautiful young daughter who seems to have her eye on Landon. 

At 9:30 pm, Landon found himself frustrated that the Ford Capri he’d been under most of the afternoon still wouldn’t hold a steady idle position. He’d done everything shy of completely disassembling the engine and putting it back together.

“Maybe you should give that thing a rest for the night. It’ll still be here in the morning.”

Landon jerked, hitting his head on the sway-bar at the sound of Mellisa’s voice. Crap, why is she still hanging around? The store closed at 8:00 pm. “Aw, you know me. I’m a die hard for getting a job done on time,” he said, sliding himself out from under the car, those long silky, tan legs of hers gracing his view. He allowed his eyes to follow them up to her scant denim shorts. A portion of her sleek, soft midsection showed below her yellow half T, at least two sizes too small stretched over her voluptuous and generous breasts. Christ, he could see the outline of her nipples, she wasn’t wearing a bra. His cocks stirred as he stood, wiping his greasy hands on his well worn Levis. “What has you out at this time of night? You know Bill wouldn’t like you out roaming the streets at nearly 10:00 pm.”

She let out a sweet girlish giggle, leaning over to give him a view of her plump cleavage as she put her elbows on the hood of the car. “This is Crocker we’re talking about, besides, Daddy knows where I’m at. We both knew you’d be tinkering with Carrie’s car until you found the problem. You work too hard for what he pays you, Landon. What do you say you give this up for the night and take a walk with me down by the river?”

His eyes slid from her breasts to the soft, smooth skin of her slender neck, her cute round chin, strawberry lips, mesmerizing deep blue eyes and long honey blonde hair, pulled back in a high ponytail. The smile on her moist lips when their eyes met made him wish things were different. How badly he wanted to just grab and kiss her, feel those soft, pillowy breasts in his hands, her nipples hardening as he stroked them with his thumbs. But that couldn’t happen. Not now and not ever. He was cursed and if he gave way to the temptation he would end up fucking her. And that was a pleasure he could never have again thanks to what he was. Not to mention if she knew what he was, she’d be running as far away from him as she possibly could. Turning from her he grabbed a shop rag, pretending to better clean his hands off. “I’m afraid I can’t. I need to be up early. I have to go into St. Lewis in the morning so I can be back here by 9:00 am.”

“You’re gay aren’t you?” she said, her voice pouty.

“What?” He nearly choked on the word as he spun back to face her. “No, I’m not gay.”

She stood with her arms crossed over beautiful plush mounds, peeking up at him through those thick dark lashes, waiting for him to explain.

“Mellisa, you’re a gorgeous woman. It’s just that, well, I can’t get involved with anyone right now.”


“Why?” she whined, dropping her arms.


Landon ran a hand through his thick dark hair, willing his cocks not to betray him. He didn’t want to lie to her, yet there was no way he could tell her the truth either. “It’s complicated and that’s all I can say.”

“Why did you come here, Landon? You’re running from something aren’t you? I mean, who in the hell comes from West Virgina to the tiny town of Crocker, Missouri, unless they running or hiding from something?” She took a couple steps towards him. “Whatever it is, I’m sure it can’t be that bad.”

“Maybe I just like small towns and keeping to myself. I’m a loner and I like it that way.”

The clang of a metal trash can sounded down the street, making them both jump. Landon instantly went on alert, walking toward the sound.


“It’s probably just Donnie’s dog rummaging through everyone’s trash again. He can’t seem to keep that mongrel tied up at night,” she called out, following him.

The hair on the back of his neck bristled and the scent he picked up was definitely not canine. It smelled more like rotted flesh, getting stronger with each step he took. As he reached the trash can, righting it, the smell became overpowering, making his stomach roil. Oddly, Mellisa didn’t seem phased by the smell when she caught up with him. Something wasn’t right, he could feel it. 



That's it, Mel? This is were your leaving people this week? I'm not sure I like these shorter snippets you've been sharing. 


This book is going to top out at around 65-70K, Yellow. I have to keep the excerpts a bit shorter than usual so I have something to share until I submit the story. 

Sounds like a lame excuse if you ask me. I think your just getting lazy. 

Sounds to me like you're begging for some corner time. 

Thank you all for visiting my blog today folks. For more hump-day happiness, I invite you to have a look at the rest of this weeks participants. And as always, thank you for your continued support and enjoyment of #Wipitup.

Monday, August 17, 2015

Meredith O'Reilly's in the hot spot

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Greetings folks, I'd like to welcome Meredith O'Reilly to my blog today, sharing her hot new release, His Captive's Heart. A sweet yet salacious M/m story.

Hi Melody! Thank you so much for having me on your blog today!

Let's dig right in... what naughty bits have you brought for us today?
 

In this snippet, Marcus is helping Dimitri test out products and one of them is a vibrator.

A smirk crossed his face. “All right, now let’s test this battery operated wand vibrator.” He put batteries in the wand, then turned it on and off a couple of times.

“Why would we use that?”

“Oh subbie, you have a lot to learn. Haven’t you ever tried using a vibrator?”

I shook my head.

“Then you’re in for a treat.”

He started the vibrator and ran it up and down my stomach. It tickled a little, but it didn’t turn me on at all. Then he ran it around my nipples and over them.

“Ohh.”

My nipples hardened into little nubs as little tingles of pleasure descended to my cock, making it hard.

“It feels good, doesn’t it?” he asked with a knowing grin on his face.

“Uh-huh…” I purred as he ran the wand over my nipples again.

“Let’s see where else you like this.” He trailed the wand down my body. “Lift your hips.”

I did as I was told and he pulled my briefs down, leaving them bunched around my ankles.

I had expected him to run the wand over my shaft now that it was free. Instead, he teased me by running it up and down my inner thighs, low over my stomach, everywhere but my package.
Still, it made me tense.

Finally, he ran the wand over the base of my cock. It tickled, but was bearable. When he ran it up and down my length, it felt heavenly.

“M-master?”

“Wait, sub.” He continued to run it up and down me. “Spread your legs.”

I did as I was told and he moved it so that it buzzed just beneath my balls—right on that small strip of tender flesh above my asshole. I almost lost control. The vibrations were too much.

“S-sir?” I asked again, hoping this time he would say yes.

His Captive’s Heart Blurb:

Twenty-nine-year-old lawyer Marcus Bradberry has fantasized for years about finding a firm-handed man who would not hesitate to provide both guidance and discipline while also bringing him the kind of fulfillment he’s only dreamed about. When he meets Dimitri Anderson, the owner of a local kink club, Marcus takes a chance and shares the wildest fantasy he’s ever had with him.

Though he confesses to Dimitri that nothing excites him more than the idea of a being overpowered, kidnapped, and mastered completely by a strong, handsome man, Marcus is nonetheless shocked when Dimitri takes it upon himself to bring this fantasy to life. When Dimitri surprises him after work on a Friday, Marcus soon finds himself blindfolded, handcuffed, and driven away to an unknown place.

It quickly becomes clear that Dimitri knows exactly what his captive sub needs and is more than ready to give it to him, but as the weekend progresses, Marcus realizes that trusting his new master is at times much harder than he expected. Will he surrender to his most secret desires or will his fears drive him away from his master’s loving arms?


Oh what a yummy snippet. Where can we find more?
Amazon
Barns and Noble
All Romance 
Kobo ... Coming soon!

Author Bio: 
Meredith O’Reilly cannot believe that she has four books published! It was a little over a year ago, that she had her first book published with Stormy Night Publications. She began writing age play stories, but has since branched out to new sub-genres of romance.

In her spare time, Meredith goes to school, watches a little too much Netflix, and experiments with learning how to cook new things in the kitchen. Mostly she tries to balance her life between school work and author work. That’s a task that is easier said than done, most times.


Mel, wait a minute. I just found out Meredith's first book is on sale right now. You might want to share that. 

Good find, Yellow! I'm sure folks will be hungry for more of Meredith's books. (Click the pic below to go to Amazon for more about Little Samantha's Choice.)
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Little Samantha’s Choice, Meredith’s first book along with three other amazing books from Stormy Night Publications is on sale for 50% off! You don’t want to miss that deal!
Samantha Briggs always had a suspicion that her husband, Jackson was hiding something from her. When he’s away on a business trip, Samantha finds out her husband’s secret, he wants her to act as his little girl on the weekends. Deciding to give it a try, Samantha falls in love with being Jackson’s little girl. But when she slips up and embarrasses herself by behaving childishly during a stressful morning at work, she reconsiders their new relationship. Will she give up the lifestyle she’s grown to love so much, or can she come to accept that there is nothing wrong with choosing to be her daddy’s little girl?


Where else can people find out more about you, Meredith? 
Facebook
Twitter
Pintrest
Goodreads
Amazon author page
Meredith's Blog

Thanks again for having me, Melody. 

Anytime Meredith. Best of luck with this hot new release ☺

Tuesday, August 11, 2015

He watched it happen

Greetings Everyone and welcome to Wipitup Wednesday, where you're sure to find something to get you over the hump. 
I'll be continuing with more about the hybrid Landon, half human half blood-demon. Last week he finally met his real father who informed him of some special changes his body would soon be undergoing. Here's what happened after his father left him. 

When it became evident his father wasn’t going to return, he grew restless and went out for a long run along the country roads of West Virgina trying to come up with a plan. Somewhere around four in the morning, just as the dusk of dawn turned the sky a hazy colored deep blue, he felt a stirring in his groin, then a pain sharp enough that it stopped him in his tracks, forcing him to double over. Ripping his Levis down, along with his briefs he watched it happen while gritting his teeth as the new appendage between his legs started to grow, throbbing painfully as it lengthened.

When the pain finally subsided, he looked down to see both cocks, firm, erect and pulsating with need. There was no way he’d fit both back into his jeans while they were hard and instinctively he knew the only way to get them to soften was to satisfy the need.

 Wrapping his hand around the top and more familiar of the two be began to stroke, but something wasn’t right. It didn’t feel as good as it normally did when he masturbated. In fact, it hardly felt good at all. Regardless, he kept at it until he saw the worm-like protrusion erupt from the tip, the node at the end of it wet, glistening as the dawns early light hit it. Needless to say it freaked him out and he let go, taking hold of the lower one. Oh yeah, this was more like it. This is what he was used to feeling when he pleasured himself.

Stroking firm and fast be brought himself to an overpowering climax, grunting and groaning while he watched come spurted from both cocks despite the fact he only had a hold of one.

After a short recuperation they both became flaccid and the protrusion that he worked it’s way out of his top one slithered its way back inside. Spent and exhausted, he zipped his pants and sat down under a lush green apple tree and put his head back against the bark. How in the hell was he ever going to explain this.

You’re not, dumbass. You're never going to explain this to anyone… ever! And it was then that he realized he could no longer stay in West Virgina. When people realized Frank and Janice were missing the cops would come searching and he would be their prime subject. And even if he wasn’t they’d be looking to him for answers. Answers that they would never understand and likely lock him up or at the very least commit him to an insane asylum. But where should he go? Where could he go?

Returning home just as the sun was peeking into the sky, he packed up his old beat up Ford truck, grabbed all the cash that was in the house and left deciding to get as far away from West Virgina as he could.


That's it, Mel? What the heck? I think you've gotten lazy this week.

I'll just take that comment to mean you like the story so far Yellow and can't wait for more. 

Thanks for visiting today folks, don't miss the rest of the hot authors playing this week. And most of all Enjoy your day!

Tuesday, August 4, 2015

Is that going to happen to me?

Greetings Everyone. Are you ready for some humpday horror on #Wipitup? 
Last week you met Landon Reed, half human, half blood-demon. Today's excerpt will reintroduce his real father Vod and their first meeting. 

But Mel, I thought his father's name was Sanguineous? I think you're going to confuse people. Just saying.

It was, Yellow, but since this is still a WIP, I changed it. I can do that you know.  

Landen pulled the covers back and got out of bed. He loathed these recurring dreams. On the night he’d murdered his parents, Vod had appeared to him, although not in a wholly physical form, more of an apparition. At first he’d thought drinking all that blood was causing him to hallucinate, but then the large naked man sporting two full and erect cocks spoke to him.

“Landon,” he spoke in a calm deep voice. “My son! My salvation!” The eerie personification of the man moved closer to him, yet he did not fear him. He’d never forgotten the images Isabella planted in his mind of his conception. How this beautiful, yet demonic creature, had manipulated his mother's mind convincing her to carry his child. How rough and carnal he’d been with her.

“Monster!” Landon accused, feeling guilty, as he wiped Franks blood from the corner of his mouth. “I will not be like you. I will not feed again after this night. I will kill myself before I drain another human like that,” he looked over at the gray, dead bodies of Frank and Janice, his substitute parents of the last nine years.

“Oh, but you will my boy. Hunger will drive you to feed.” Vod stood before him now, a smug look in his coffee brown eyes. “Human food is useless to you now. Your transformation will be complete in a few hours as you digest their blood. Your body will grow to its full potential, your muscles will be as steel, and your mind will evolve and you will begin to feel the powers that now course through your veins. You will be immortal against any man or beast. The Earth and all that is in it now belongs to you, my son.”

“I don’t want it,” he growled, standing to meet his father, eye to eye. “I don’t want your blessed curse. I will starve before I feed again. I will not become the monster you planned me to be. I do have a choice and you very well know it… Father.” Landon brought his face close to Vod’s and whispered. “I still have free will.”

His father through his head back, laughing heartily. “We shall see just how long you can hold out from staving off the burn of blood-lust. The desire to feed and to fuck will drive you out of your mind. By morning your body will be transformed and you will be like me.” Vod looked down at his two stiff cocks, stroking the lower of the two. 


Landon tried not to watch, but then realized what his father meant by becoming whole. “Are you saying I’m going to grow a second cock overnight?” Just the thought of it grossed him out. No woman in the world would ever want to love such a freak of nature.

“Oh, not just that, my boy. There is more to it than that.” A wry smile spanned the man's lips. “Once you are fully transformed you will have the ability to impregnate every woman you slip your glorious cocks into despite any current means of birth control. If you think sex was good up until now, just wait until you experience it how it was meant to be.”

“Jesus!” Landon barked, taking a step back,  noticing the wiggly protrusion coming out of the end of Vod’s top cock. “Don’t tell me that’s gonna happen to me.”

“Indeed, it is my boy. This is our means of ensuring procreation. It’s our seed pod and when you're with a woman it naturally finds its way into her womb to insure pregnancy. Even if she is not ovulating at the time, your seed will wait within her, remaining active until she enters her ovulation cycle.”

This was far too much for Landon to process right now, yet he couldn’t help feeling a tad bit curious about what sex might feel like with two cocks. “Why do you have two of them?” He asked, thankful that Vod had stopped stroking himself and the wiggly little worm-like thing retreated and was no longer visible.

“One insures pregnancy while the other insures pleasure. It’s also a means of possession that all women love.”

“Maybe where you come from. But I can tell you right now, most women are deathly afraid of allowing a man to fuck her ass.” Landon shook his head not wanting to entertain such a conversation with his father any longer. This was just wrong on so many levels. “Why did you come here tonight? And why have you never come to me before?”

“I came to explain your purpose and enlighten you about the changes your body will be undergoing. You’re our races only means of survival, you must spread your seed far and wide. Each woman you impregnate will bear a son, a male to further instill our survival. And on each boys' nineteenth birthday you will be bound by duty to explain to him, that which I am explaining to you now. The changes and the power that will grow within them and why it is vital they too mate with several women in order to ensure our survival. To ensure we become the dominant race on Earth.”

“What if I refuse?”

A devious smile rose to Vod’s lips. “Try as you may, you won’t be able to deprive your urges for very long.”

“I won’t have any if I’m dead!” He glanced again at the bodies in the bed. “I won’t do this. I just won’t. I would rather kill myself before I bring about such a freak of nature. Did you ever stop to think the reason your kind died out was because your race was never meant to be? The only reason the Satan created you was to further his own plan. A plan that is sure to fail, no matter what he does. And you think I want to be part of that plan? I don’t and I won’t be.” Landon walked over to Franks closet, tearing open the door with more strength than he meant to nearing pulling it from its hinges. He took the shoebox down from the shelf and pulled out Frank’s revolver checking to make sure it was still loaded.

Vod laughed heartily once again, merely crossing his arms while he watched Landon close the barrel and try to bring the gun to his head. But it wasn’t working, as hard as Landon tried it was as if an invisible force prevented him from carrying out his will.


“What the fuck?” he blurted in frustration, trying desperately to aim the gun at his chest instead.

“Built in security. Compliments of Isabella.” Vod took a step towards him. “And even if you could put that gun to your head and pull the trigger you will find it will not kill you. As of tonight, you my son, are immortal. Should ever you sustain injury, your body will repair itself from the inside out almost immediately.” To prove such a point, Vod extended his razor sharp claws and slashed Landon’s light gray T from his body, leaving four deep claw marks across his chest.


“Fuck!” Landon howled in pain, his own claws extending automatically as he lunged at his father, but little good it did as the man was not exactly whole and his fist went right through him. “What the hell? You can touch me, but I can’t touch you?”

“Look at your chest boy.”

As he did, he saw that already the wounds were healing and with not so much as as a scar in their place.

“You have but one enemy in this world, Landon. Vampires. And now that you have reached your nineteenth birthday, Satan will make them aware of you and they will hunt you and try to kill you.”
It was Landon’s turn to laugh. “Vampires? You have to be kidding me? They only exist in—”

“No son, they’re just as real as you are, and carry many of the same traits and dependencies as you. They feed on human blood to survive, they have the ability of mind control and are just as quick and agile as you, although not as strong. They do, however, have an impediment that you do not. Sunlight. Nor can they procreate in the same fashion as you. You can create life, they can only create more death, adding to Satan’s count of souls.” 


“Looks like my problem is solved, then doesn’t it? I’ll just wait for these vampires to find and kill me, putting an end to a life that was never meant to exist.”

“I fear that won’t be as easy as you think. There is only one way they can kill you, and that is to turn you into one of them by draining you of your blood and filling you with their own, in which case you become a vampire like them, limited to the darkness, limited to life without a soul. Trust me when I say you don’t want that to happen. I’m running out of time now, son. Don’t fight your instincts.”


“Wait!” He cried out, watching as the image of his father disintegrated into thin air.


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I invite you back next week for more about Landon's transition and how he responds to his new formations.


Monday, August 3, 2015

Care for a little caning?



Hi Everyone, and welcome to Masturbation Monday where getting off is half the fun. This Meme is thanks to Kayla Lords our wonderful hostest with the mostest. 

As you can see from the the sexy pic above, I've picked out a canning snippet for you this week from my current Wip. Enjoy ☺

He shook off all further thought about what it might be like to be with her that way. When the demon in him awakened, he noticed a distinct change in his sexual fantasies. The night his second cock sprouted and he’d masturbated, the images that brought him to such a powerful and utterly satisfying release were like nothing he’d ever pictured himself doing to a woman before. During his recovery against the apple tree, he questioned what on earth had conjured up such canal acts and images in his mind. He came to the conclusion it could only be on account of his changing. It was the demon in him that wanted such explicit and wicked acts of lust and greed.

Prior to that night, he’d never consider tying a woman up, marking her body with lashes from a cane, watching her writhe and squirm under its command, listening to her cries of both pain and pleasure. Each strike to her supple flesh caused her to shriek and coil, but she melted like butter begging for more when he soothed each sting with an equally pleasurable response. A soft lick of his tongue over the welt while his skilled fingers delicately danced on her clit had her pussy drooling, her mouth open and panting while she pumped her eager little sex against them, trying fervently to get him to penetrate her each time he did it.

He refused to give her the satisfaction, he tormented her until she screamed, cursing at him, calling him cruel. That’s when he put the cane down and took her from behind in a highly ruthless manner, thrusting hard into both her tight wet crevices. As she stiffened from the shock, he took a handful of her soft pale blonde hair and pulled her head back. Her body quivered, shuddering as she adjusted to the sensation of two cocks filling her.

He didn’t give her long before he began to take what he needed from her, using her heated sex and ass like an animal, rutting into her harshly, growling as he forced her to take him harder. “Landon!” a voice screamed inside his head as he made his final thrust, come expelling from both cocks in long hot bursts that made him growl loudly in response, clutching her hair and one of her hips.

Landon opened his eyes, looking down at his still pulsating cocks, puddles of semen on his belly. He shouldn’t have replayed that memory, and he most certainly should not have put Amy Piers in place of the unknown woman he’d pictured that first night as a blood-demon.



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