Story Orgy Anthology: And The Prompt Is

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New Contest: The Park at Sunrise-

Releasing December 2

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The Story Orgy Anthology

featuring

The Park at Sunrise

First they were three, now there are two.  

Can Jason and Morgan make a relationship work without Paul?

For years the three of them had been inseparable, first as friends, then lovers. It's been ten years since they parted for what was supposed to be a year apart to pursue their dreams.   This isn't the reunion they planned then.  It's nine years too late for one thing, and they are one man short for another.

In the years since Paul's death, Morgan hasn't exactly been waiting for Jason to reach out to him.    He's been too busy trying to forget, to move on.  Until Jason sends the right message. Is the painting just an excuse to see his ex again?

Excerpt —

"I see you're dressed for the weather as always, Morgan." Jason's voice was husky, hesitant.

A pair of black knit gloves landing in my lap tipped me over that edge from making a snide remark to throwing an uncalled for hissy fit.

My jaw clenched tightly. Screw breathing deeply. I yanked the cap from my head, pulling long strands of black hair from the band at my neck, and winced at the tiny pain. I flung the cap to the ground in front of us and looked up the black denim clad legs to the black pea coat and beyond. My mouth opened to swear, but no sound came out. The hissy fit drained away to something else entirely. My pulse still raced, but for an entirely different reason.

How fair was that? How fucking fair was it that after ten years apart, my hair showed silvery streaks and my face showed my age, but Jason was still the slender boyish youth of years gone by? Yeah, he'd shaved the dirty blond dreadlocks. Those wire rim glasses were new, but he appeared as youthful and vibrant, untouched by life, alive as he had when we'd all parted years ago to make those sunrise dreams reality. His black jeans had the tell tale smudges of paint, and I'd be willing to bet that underneath those leather driving gloves lurked more paint.

This wasn't the reunion we planned then. It was nine years too late, for one thing. We were one man short for another.

The bench creaked as he perched next to me on the top slat, and instinctively I grabbed his knee to anchor both of us so we wouldn't topple backward. His hand covered mine before I could jerk it away and he refused to relinquish it when I tugged. I gave in with ill grace. Jason’s touch stirred physical responses I’d rather not experience.

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The Park at Sunrise: Excerpt

Just a few more weeks until the release of the Story Orgy Anthology from Breathless Press! 

Can't wait till December 2? 

Ready to read a bit more about it? 

Here's a short excerpt from my story, The Park at Sunrise

"I see you're dressed for the weather as always, Morgan." Jason's voice was husky, hesitant.

A pair of black knit gloves landing in my lap tipped me over that edge from making a snide remark to throwing an uncalled for hissy fit.

My jaw clenched tightly. Screw breathing deeply. I yanked the cap from my head, pulling long strands of black hair from the band at my neck, and winced at the tiny pain. I flung the cap to the ground in front of us and looked up the black denim clad legs to the black pea coat and beyond. My mouth opened to swear, but no sound came out. The hissy fit drained away to something else entirely. My pulse still raced, but for an entirely different reason.

How fair was that? How fucking fair was it that after ten years apart, my hair showed silvery streaks and my face showed my age, but Jason was still the slender boyish youth of years gone by? Yeah, he'd shaved the dirty blond dreadlocks. Those wire rim glasses were new, but he appeared as youthful and vibrant, untouched by life, alive as he had when we'd all parted years ago to make those sunrise dreams reality. His black jeans had the tell tale smudges of paint, and I'd be willing to bet that underneath those leather driving gloves lurked more paint.

This wasn't the reunion we planned then. It was nine years too late, for one thing. We were one man short for another.

The bench creaked as he perched next to me on the top slat, and instinctively I grabbed his knee to anchor both of us so we wouldn't topple backward. His hand covered mine before I could jerk it away and he refused to relinquish it when I tugged. I gave in with ill grace. Jason’s touch stirred physical responses I’d rather not experience.

The Park at Sunrise: Blurb

It's getting close to the release date for the Story Orgy Anthology from Breathless Press!  

My story The Park at Sunrise is featured in this anthology. 

Here's a bit more of what it's about:

Blurb

First they were three, now there are two.  

Can Jason and Morgan make a relationship work without Paul?

For years the three of them had been inseparable, first as friends, then lovers. It's been ten years since they parted for what was supposed to be a year apart to pursue their dreams.   This isn't the reunion they planned then.  It's nine years too late for one thing, and they are one man short for another.

In the years since Paul's death, Morgan hasn't exactly been waiting for Jason to reach out to him.    He's been too busy trying to forget, to move on.  Until Jason sends the right message. Is the painting just an excuse to see his ex again? 

Story Orgy Talks: Part 3

Story Orgy Talks Smack... I mean SMEX

Y'all are not going to believe this, but a year ago I had no idea what smex was.  *nods vigorously* Because I am perennially naïve and apparently oblivious to half the shit that happens in the world around me.  *shrugs* Whatever.  I have David Bowie, Tom Petty and tequila.

Then I found Story Orgy and Em and Havan * waves at Muse and Goddess lounging on the sofa* Who have enlightened me to many things I never knew about before. Some of which will be covered in this interrogation. *strolls over to join my Muse on the sofa*

I baked. (brownies and chocolate chip cookies).  I bought wine.  I even lit candles and a fire in the fireplace.  Okay- I might have done that so no one could see me blushing, but still, it makes for a nice cozy atmosphere, anyway? Right?

So we've got drinks, we've got snacks, we just need Hank and JR to quit wrestling over the remote.  (Never should have told them Glee and Walking Dead are on Netflix)

Ahh... there now, Jade has taken care of the issue for us with some lovely artwork she provided. J   We're ready. 

Keep in mind- these questions are only the third set – we have more for you next week at Hank's place! 

1. How many of you act out your smex scenes (whether with your head or with someone else's) and how does that help you in writing them?  *eyes them all*  and be honest!  Hehe 

Lee: Who wrote these questions? Oh, that's right. We did.  Well, if we're going to talk things that make me blush, then I'm going to need tequila and David Bowie. *sips tequila, cranks up Lady Stardust*  Okay what was that? I don't act out my sex scenes.  I do try to visualize it- you know to see if it works. .

Em: I try to see the scene in my head and let it play out. Half the time I'm typing away with my eyes closed just to keep the details lingering. *eyes my follow orgiasts* But if anyone's volunteering... *wink*

JR: I think about all kinds of things: personal experiences, porno scenes, porno mag articles, conversations. All these things filter through my head like the news ticker for Wall Street. 

Hank: A lot of times my smex scenes might come from a mix of porn scenes (yeah, my partner and I watch it!), or just the feeling I get from the characters, like how I expect them to enjoy it. I have tried a few out with my partner, of course, and that's a lot of the fun!

Havan: Hey! This is my question…do I have to answer this one? *heads desk* Fine…fine I'll answer it…*takes a fortifying breathe*…Well…considering I happen to not have the right bits and pieces to act out the sex scenes I write with my M/M Story Orgy prompts—I would have to answer this by saying no (hey! we aren't talking toys here lol)—but I can run them through my mind with my eyes closed and see if they're plausible. Oh—and I can call a select few male friends who laugh while I blunder through trying to ask them if the sex scene is … well … sexy and/or doable. *face palm* Now if we were talking about my M/F erotica…

 

2. What is the oddest thing you've found while researching for a smex scene?

Lee: Well, I found out  some peopel name their toys.  At first, I didn't believe it.  And yet... I confirmed this with my lovely muse and the Goddess, who is the final authority.  They concurred that my research was correct. Despite that information, I refused to name Arden Gray's vibrator in Giving Up.  Lord, it was bad enough I had to type the word pussy. 

Em: You know, there just isn't anything that surprises me anymore. But I can remember my naivety fleeing into the night, screaming 'eewww' when I came across water play. I know there are people who dig that...but...well, good for them. LOL.

JR: Oohh my o.O! So many, so much, so...*sigh* - I would have to say that the article I read about deformed sex organs popped up in my research one time. Jeez! Crazy...that's all I'm gonna say about that... C.R.A.Z.Y. *smh* 

Hank: Scat play is just … yeah, that's not right. And sounding makes me cringe.

Havan: Okay – while I was researching for super-de-duper prompts to give to the Goddess I happened to come across a sex toy store (oh yeah, halo cock ring baby—remember that one? hehe)…and well—it turns out that they had certain things in stock with my name on them—except spelled with an 'e' instead of the second 'a'. It's called a 'Haven pocket p----'…um…yeah I'm not saying that word on my muse's blog *heads desk*. But I hope you got the gist—it had some spectacular features: an extra long ribbed love tunnel and a little packet of lube too! Yeah—TMI?

Oh-kay, not sure if that is odd but it did stick in my mind—well halibut if used properly it probably stuck other places too but—ewwww *heads desk again*. And the moral of this segment? Always clean your toys properly…*looks around for that darn bottle of tequila*

3. What's the most difficult aspect of crafting a smexy scene? 

Lee: I find that the most difficult aspect of crafting a sex scene is to incorporate the correct degree of feeling.  I mean emotion.  A sex scene isn't always about emotions – sometimes it's just about lust, and I have to be careful to distinguish between them.

Em: What's the most difficult aspect of crafting a smexy scene?

Variation. Just like a person's sex life can get stale...so can a writer's fictional one. I try to keep it different for each couple. It is easy to fall into a routine of mechanics but an author has to remember to keep their lovelives spicy too!

JR: The most difficult part of writing smex scenes for me is that my brain moves faster than my fingers. I can't get all my moves onto the page fast enough. Then I have to go back and mentally have sex all over again. And it's never the same *heads desk*.

Hank: You have to be in the right mind set to do it. Just like you have to be in the mood to have sex, you have to be in the mood to WRITE ABOUT people have sex. 

Havan: This may come as a shock to some of you but I tend to be a bit gabby … no—not grabby, well yeah that too but right now we're talking about my wordiness not touchiness. So it seems like my characters never really want to get down and dirty right out of the gate … no—they want to wine and dine and usually fight too before they even think about getting down to business. And when they do get down to business—they're normally talking about the business they're getting down to instead of doing it!!!!

Personally, I can't wait until I start writing my Djinn Shan's story—you just know he's gonna be a slut puppy! *face palm while giggling*

4. What expression ("oh yeah" or "oh my God") do you think has been overused in smex scenes and what are you doing about it?

Lee: "Fuck yeah".  I hate reading that, especially if it's used more than once in a scene.  It's like, "Hey, David Bowie is in town and I got tickets, you wanna go?" "Fuck yeah!"  It might be realistic,  but I don't like it.

What am I doing about it? I hope I'm not using it.  That's about all I intend to do about it.

Em: "Oh God" .... and I try like crazy to not use it!!

JR: I don't know about everyone else, but my overused expression is "Unngh!" And you ask what I'm doing about it? Pffft...I make my boys hit that ass even harder...that's what! :P

Hank: "Fuck me" is pretty standard, or "Fuck yeah," or "Oh god." I try to capture the little sounds of two people together. The gasps and moans, the breathing, the expressions and kissing. Short sentences are good: "Okay?" "Yeah." "Good?" "Really good."

Havan: I never liked the "Oh my God" during sex … dudes—your fornicating—unless you don't know what you're doing chances are you don't need him at that moment … learn the name of the guy you're with and start shouting that … let God do his own thing. Geez—I gotta think he's probably the busy type. What am I doing about it? Honestly, I won't say I never use the OMG while my boys are grinding … but I'd like to think it isn't the norm and it will continue to not be—I like my guys calling out their partner's names. Well unless we are talking about Shan *deep breath* again…cause yeah, he would so just cry out bakery goods, "Oh my cupcake! Honey bun hit it harder! Oh streusel I'm com—"

Yeah, about like that. hehe

5. Do you have any particular rituals in preparation for writing a smex scene? If not, what would you consider a good idea? 

Lee: *Sips tequila* *cues Bowie's Ashes to Ashes*  "Rituals"? No, I don't have any rituals I follow for writing anything.  LOL. I get up, make and drink coffee, watch the sunrise and turn on the computer to let the words flow.  If the words don't cooperate, I bake something. If that doesn't help, I read or walk in the woods.

Em: Do you have any particular rituals in preparation for writing a smex scene? If not, what would you consider a good idea? Surprisingly, I don't. But the best advice I could give is to do what works for you. If you need to smooch on your honey or if you need to load smexy music, go for it. I need to just dive on into it. The more I think on it, the more I over think it and ruin it.

JR: I don't have any particular rituals I do prior to writing a smex scene, but I can tell you this - it makes me hungrier than hell. I would consider it a good idea to eat a good meal beforehand. 

Hank: Limber up? LOL! Okay, I kid. Again, you have to be in the right mind set for it. I tend to let the scene build in my head, sort of like anticipation. Like when you talk with your partner about having sex later, maybe when you're both alone, and the anticipation is a big part of it.

Havan: Really? Who's idea was it to have a group of questions on sex—with us??? *heads desk* Honestly, I stay away from any and all types of erotica and porn when I know a sex scene is about to come. In fact—the easiest sex scene I wrote was in the middle of the night with everyone in the house in slumber and I hadn't even looked at a naughty picture for at least two days. I don't know…maybe I get a buildup inside of me…it whips itself into such a frenzy of needs and wants…it rises from within, jetting through me until it explodes in one glorious moment of colors and sounds and dreams…onto the paper? *sips drink and smirks innocently (cause yeah—I'm that good hehe)* What?

*chuckles*

Hey! Here's an idea- can you guess which Orgiast asked each question? 

Did you miss the previous interviews?  Check them out! 

Havan's place

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Em's place 

Story Orgy Anthology from Breathless Press- Cover Art!

The new Story Orgy anthology releases from Breathless Press on December 2.

The anthology contains shorts form all your favorite Story orgy Authors, Em Woods, Havan Fellows, JR Boyd, Hank Edwards, and myself.

My contribution is The Park at Sunrise.  This is perhaps one of my favorite of all the stories I've written.

Here's the new cover!

Crawl in Bed With Hank Edwards and a Good Book

*crawls across the bed* Important things first, are these sheets silk or cotton?
Actually, they are bamboo sheets. I love them. Very soft and good for the environment.


Yes, I see... very comfortable. What are you wearing?

An XL V-neck T shirt and boxers. And you?


I'm wearing black and white plaid flannel sleep pants and a black tank, I like soft, comfortable, and warm. What are we snacking on in bed while we read tonight?
I don't usually snack in bed, but since you're a special guest I'll make an exception. Possibly Pirate Booty puffed rice and corn, or maybe the messy disaster that is Crunchy Cheetos (always crunchy, never puffed)

I'm going to have to switch on comment moderation to filter out the Pirate Booty humor now.  So, if I open this nightstand drawer, what will I find?

Depends which one you pointed to. Top one is remotes for TV and DVD player, note pads, pens, flashlight, bookmarks. The bottom one is the fun one. :)


*eyes bottom drawer*  I'll keep that in mind.  Do you roll up in the blankets like a burrito, or kick the covers off during the night?

I like to sleep like a loose fitting burrito. I'll pull the covers up tight around my shoulders, but maybe stick part of a foot out. Sort of like how those lizards with the big fins on their backs use them to cool down.

Can I put my cold feet on your calves to warm them up?

I'm usually running about 10 degrees colder than anyone else, so it probably won't do much good. And after the initial shock of your cold feet and my resulting 

scream, of course you can!

Me, too.  I"m always cold, that is.  You know what they say, or I say to the SO, is 'cold hands, warm heart'.  Applies to feet too, I think.  So, what are we reading? 

I'm reading my new book, Bounty, the first book of my Venom Valley series. It's a vampire, zombie, witch mash up set in the Old West. Perfect season for it, don't you think? Right now it's available at Amazon only but I'm working on adding it to other places as well. Here's the link to Amazon:

Here's the link to the Facebook page where I'll post any updates about new file formats and the upcoming sequel titled "Bait!" http://facebook.com/VenomValleySeries.

Bounty Excerpt:

There was a body inside the house, Josh could feel it.

He stood on the porch as the chill wind blew sand around his boots and against the wood planks of the house. The warm feeling inside him, long absent and only just recently returning, had started again. It sat low in his belly, just above his groin, a ball of heat like a stone pulled from the ashes of a smoking fire. It wasn’t too bad, not yet, but Josh knew what the sensation meant. He had only felt it twice before, and both times he had been near a dead body. 

A dead body that suddenly started to move.

Behind him, Clementine tossed her head and snorted where she stood tied to the porch railing. 

“Easy, girl,” Josh whispered. He licked his dry lips and reached for the door latch. The warmth spread, became a hot, prickling sensation that filled his chest and spread down his arms, bringing his hand to a stop. 

He swallowed the little spit left in his mouth and stared at the door latch. If Agnes were behind the door, he didn’t think he could do what had to be done, not to her. She was the only mother he had known. He should just turn, step off the porch, climb into the saddle, and ride off into the September dusk.

But what if it wasn’t Agnes dead inside the house? What if it was someone else, maybe an Indian attacker Agnes had shot, and then she had gone for help? Or maybe it was an older lady caller who had had a bad heart? Josh had to know for sure.

He moved away from the door, crossing the porch in three long strides to lean his rifle against the house. Cupping his hands around his eyes, Josh peered through the dust-streaked window.

A single oil lamp was lit, the flame fluttering in the drafty sitting room. Josh squinted and looked all around the room but saw no sign of a body.

Yet the heat inside him remained, building, growing hotter still. It was as if his blood was being boiled over a fire and poured back inside him. 

Clementine snorted again, impatiently it seemed to Josh, and he shot the mare a dirty look. “Clem, hush now. I’ll take the saddle off soon.”

Josh picked up his rifle and moved back to the door. He adjusted his grip on the wooden stock, checked to make sure the safety was off, then thumbed the door latch and pushed inside.

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Crawl Into Bed With Havan Fellows and a Good Book

Kicks off boots at the door and jumps n the bed.  Important things first, are these sheets silk or cotton?  *Pulls back comforter and arranges pillows for Lee and me* I'd love to say satin ... but nah - I like the t-shirt sheets you can get ... dark green preferred

So, what is that you're wearing?  *shakes hips and turns to show off jammies* either my boy shorts or my flannel Betty Boop bottoms ... tonight the Boop wins - but always a tank no matter the season - this is Florida 

What kind of munchies do you have here, Havan? I like a little snack while I read, you know.  Well Lee ... if you are offering *leans over Lee and rests on his chest ... reaches arm out ... fingers splayed ... licks lips and stares Lee in the eyes ... grabs more than a handful ... eyes go wide in surprise*  Oh my!  I've never had that much in my hand before!  *leans back and looks down at hand and sees a couple M&Ms fall on Lee's chest* What?  I always have dark chocolate M&Ms on my bed table *blinks innocently and stares at candy on Lee's chest* Um ... you gonna get those or should I?

 *looks around curiously* If I open this nightstand drawer, what will I find?  *smirks*  A notepad ... pens and pencils ... and three golfballs - um ... don't ask *face palm* ... now if you are wondering what's in my notorious bag ... well that is under the bed - I have inquisitive kiddos you know ... *winks wickedly*  Shall I get it?

*Tugs blankets up to chin... *Do you roll up in the blankets like a burrito, or kick the covers off during the night?  Neither ... the blanket drapes over me like most things tend to do - well that is until it's my turn ... *sighs and giggles* ... but I do like to keep my feet uncovered for some weird reason *shrugs*

Can I put my cold feet on your calves to warm them up?  Oh honey ... there are much warmer places to put those sexy feet ... mmmmm feet ... *shakes head and blushes* ... oops - sorry I got a little lost there in my head ... so what did you want me to do with you feet? *grabs feather and runs it between your toes*

 *peers at kindle over your shoulder* What are we reading?  Well ... to commemorate you being here and me being here ... I figured Giving Up was a good read for the night.  I thought maybe we could reenact the sleeping and cuff scene ... that was by far one of the hottest things I've read!  *starts crawling over Lee throwing the pillows and blankets around*  now I know I keep an extra pair of cuffs around here somewhere ...

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Can Dr. Arden Grey teach Brandon Blake that giving up control is worth while, with the right woman?

Brandon Blake has a problem.  His family is fed up with his controlling ways. They don’t need him managing their affairs any more.  Brandon doesn’t want to lose his connection with his brothers, but he doesn’t know any other way to live.   He’s been in charge for a long time. Now his brothers are leaving home and making families of their own, and Brandon’s interference has caused some serious rifts. Brandon’s stressful job as CEO of the family production studio and his concerns for his brothers have contributed to the ulcer his doctor recently diagnosed. Therapy is supposed to help Brandon learn how to let go and give up the need to control every thing.  Brandon finds the counselor he’s been sent to intriguing, if a bit intimidating, though she has absolutely nothing in common with the women he’s dated in the past.

Dr. Arden Gray knows about control.  A survivor of marriage to a dominant, abusive partner, she’s spent the last twenty years turning her life around.  She’s learned to take control and has made a career of teaching others to do the same.  Brandon Blake is a surprise.  When his doctor sends Brandon to her, Arden isn’t sure how she can help the man.  But after a few sessions, she sees something intriguing hidden inside Brandon Blake, something that tells her he just might be the man she’s been looking for.  If only she can convince him that giving up control to the right woman will solve all his problems!