Sensual Sunday: Darrel makes a discovery

In today's installment of Sensual Sunday, I'm going to continue the scene with Liam and Darrel from last week.  I'm not entirely pleased with today's installment, but I can't decide how to best improve it either.  Feedback is welcome and encouraged.

Liam had just started getting lost in the movie when he felt the hand rub along the top of his thigh, slowly moving toward his waist.  He squirmed slightly as the caress excited him even more.  Darrel’s hand brushed against Liam’s erection, which was only held close to his leg by his jeans.

They also don't look like Liam
and Darrel.  Still sensual though!

The dark boy raised one eyebrow and grasped the shaft as well as he could through the denim.  “Again?” he asked, his voice filled with mock exasperation.

Liam blushed.  Darrel loved to tease him about the fact that he was almost always excited when the two were together.  “What can I say?  You know I like being near you.”

“I guess so,” Darrel said, then caressed the other boy’s member a couple times before letting it go and returning his hand to Liam’s thigh.  Liam sighed, both embarrassed and disappointed.  Darrel leaned over.  His warm breath blew against the other boy’s neck and ear as he whispered, “Don’t worry.  I promise I’ll give you the attention you need in a bit.”

Liam shivered and tried to will his aching erection to lessen for the time being.  He placed his own hand on top of Darrel’s and the couple interlaced their fingers.  Liam laid his head on Darrel’s shoulder and the other boy lightly squeezed his thigh as a show of affection.

Snowy Day Musings

It's been a quiet quiet couple days for me, really.  After running errands or going out every evening from Sunday through Wednesday, I decided that I'd stay home and relax on Thursday and Friday evenings.  Of course, that was definitely a good idea on Friday, given the winter weather we're having in my area right now.  It's not as bad here as what Matt and Brad are experiencing (over two feet, yikes!), but there was enough snow in the air and on the ground last night that it made sense to stay off the roads and inside where it was warm and dry as much as possible.  I've already been out this morning though.  The snow is still coming down, though not as bad as yesterday.  The roads are still messy, and I only drove about 20MPH(32km/h) in a 40MPH(64km/h) zone.  In all reality, I probably should've just stayed home this morning, but I had an emergency.  I was craving breakfast pizza.  (Yes, my priorities are a bit messed up, why do you ask?)

One is beautiful.
Millions are a nightmare.

Of course since I'm discussing winter weather, I feel obligated (or entitled) to tell my winter weather joke:

Why is a snowstorm like sex?  Because you don't know how long it last or how many inches you're going to get.

I know, that joke is practically an antique now.  I never claimed to have new or original materials.  That's probably why I gave up on stand-up comedy.

Anyway, back to bad weather and my life.  It was somewhat amusing at work yesterday afternoon.  I don't think anyone on my team (including our team leader and our supervising manager) got any work to speak of done for the last two hours.  We sat around chatting and watching the weather.  We kept teasing our supervising manager, asking us when he was going to send us home due to the bad weather.  I'm not sure why he didn't send us home, other than the fact that we're salary and he'd have to somehow justify paying us for the time we didn't work.  Well, time we weren't in the office.  As I said, it's not like we were actually working anyway.

After work, I had to drive about twenty minutes (well, more like thirty minutes, given the driving conditions) to my credit union to do some banking, then get groceries.  One of the things that drove me to distraction were the number of people who had parked their cars at the end of their driveways.  I assume they did it to try and keep the plows from plowing in the end of their driveways while working on the roads.  I get that, but it also meant some of their cars were almost sticking out into the road, forcing those of us driving to squeeze toward the middle of the road.  The last thing I want to do when the roads are slippery and messy is get even closer to the oncoming traffic!

Anyway, I'm looking forward to a mostly quiet day.  I figure it'll give me time to work on some writing.  After all, I have a Sensual Sunday post to work on for tomorrow.  I think I've decided to continue the story with Liam and Darrel.  I've also decided it'll probably get downright smutty.  Hope y'all enjoy it, or at least don't mind it.  Alas, none of you gave me any feedback on what you'd like to see.  :-P

Friday Thoughts: Infectious Passion

Passion is infectious.  Share whatever topics, hobbies, or other things get you excited and someone is bound to share in your excitement.  Even if they aren't normally interested in whatever makes you passionate.

My apologies to any readers who expected this to be primarily about sexual passion.  I can't be a hypersexual slut all the time.  (I need sleep too!)

A pleasant and productive Tuesday.

I had a pleasant evening on Tuesday.  I ended up going to Home Bar for dinner for the first time in months.  Their new bar menu looks pretty nice, though a bit limited in selection, in my opinion.  However, I had their signature burger and it was incredible.  The new cook knows how to make food, it seems.  (One of my problems with Home Bar after Management and his partner got out of the business was that the one person who was cooking tended to overcook everything to the point where it was dry and slightly on the tough side.)

I also spent some time there working on the novel, which is one of the things I love doing at Home Bar.  It's nice to sit there and talk to some of the regulars, then go back into my own little world where I create (or in some cases, chronicle) the activities of my characters.  It gives me something to do while still giving me a chance for socialization.  Though socialization wasn't a huge option last night.  It was mostly just me and the bar (and kitchen) staff.

After that, I came home and downloaded the tax software I use to do my income taxes.  I got my federal form completed and am quite happy with the refund I'm getting.  Unfortunately, I wasn't able to get my state return done yet.  It seems like the company is still working on the bundle for my state.  They say they'll have it done by the end of this week.  I hope so, as I have plans for that money already.  Plans I'd really like to put into action ASAP!

All in all, I felt I got a good bit accomplished Tuesday.  Which is good, as I didn't get nearly as much accomplished last night.

Get Personal With Me: Drink Preferences

What's your favorite drink?  Both alcoholic (for those who imbibe) and non-alcoholic.  That means you get to give two answers this week!

Tiring Weekend

I'm pretty tired right now.  Of course, it didn't help that I was slightly deprived of sleep on Saturday night.  I didn't leave Manly Bar until midnight, and then I went to a local diner to have a bit of food.  I didn't get home until after 1am and didn't crawl into bed until almost 2am.  Then Hellcat decided to wake me at around 7am, as she needed more food.   After all, she doesn't think she should have to change her schedule just because I decide to be a fool and stay out late.  I couldn't get back to sleep after that, so I was on the low end of my energy levels.  As such, I took it easy on Sunday.  Of course, I usually take it easy on Sundays. 

This year, I think I saw more of the Superbowl than I have in any previous year.  That's because I ended up going out to eat at a local restaurant with a bar that night.  The place was mostly empty except for the bar area, and they had the Superbowl on every television.  And while I spent most of my time staring at my laptop and working on my novel, I had to look up and take a break every now and then.  That meant staring in the general direction of the big television screen about twelve feet in front of me.  I was bound to see some football.  Not to mention commercials.  Heck, I even caught a few seconds of the halftime game.

From a writing perspective, it was a productive night.  I was able to get a lot of writing done, and the two Long Island ice teas I ordered certainly helped tear down any writer's block and silence the internal critic.  So that was good.

Last night, I had some business I had to take care of, so I spent most of the evening running around in my car.  That pretty much killed my plans to stay at home and try to get some extra rest.  Hopefully I'll find time to get some soon before I crash.  I just got healthy again and I'd like to stay that way.

Running with the (other?) bears

As I had planned to, I went to the local bear event at Manly bar Saturday night.  I had a pretty good time, though I felt awkward as I often do.  I only knew like two other people who were there, and I don't know them very well.  I did approach them and ask them about mutual friends and struck up a bit of small talk, but that was about it.  Then they pretty much went back to talking to other people.  That's probably why I was never very close to them.  They and I never really seem to click.

Imagine a bar full of guys like this.

I also had a bit of an oddity that I ran into a friend (or possibly former friend) of Rumor Queen while I was there.  She walked up to me and called me by name and I was a bit surprised at first.  She looked familiar, but I couldn't place how I'd know her.  Then she told me that she "was" (her use of "was" rather than "is" was what left me wondering if they had a falling out) a friend of Rumor Queen.  The conversation was brief, but quite pleasant.  She asked if I was having a good time and I said yes.  Then she continued on her way to the women's room.

The other curious point of the night was the fact that I almost got the impression that some guy spent a good portion of the night checking me out.  He was with a group of friends and I was standing about fifteen feet away, enjoying my first cocktail of the night.  (Well, not counting the two I had during happy hour much earlier in the evening.)  I looked back toward the group and noticed he seemed to be looking at me. The moment I looked, he'd look away.  He kept doing this for about fifteen or twenty minutes.  I wasn't sure if it was my imagination.  Alas, he never came over to say hi (or sent over one of his buddies to see if I'd be interested, if he's too shy to take the plunge himself).  And as I've mentioned before, I'm just ready to let the other guy make the first move right now.  It's a shame, as he was pretty cute.  I'm guessing he was between ten and fifteen years my junior.

Overall, it was okay.  I'm hoping more people that I know will be there next time.

Sensual Sunday: Meet Liam and Darrel

Totally not what Liam and Darrel look
like in my head.  But definitely sensual.

I've decided to try a new thing here on G(WT)P for Sundays.  I'm going to start a new series called Sensual Sunday (or perhaps it should be Smutty Sundays) in which I share a bit of my writing that's...of an intimate nature...

It occurred to me that I've talked a bit about my writing here, but I have never shared any of it.  I don't link to my writing portfolios here because they're under my real name and I want to maintain pseudo-anonymity.  I think that's a shame, because I think some of my readers might enjoy my writing.  (After all, one of my most viewed posts of all times is this one.)

So I've decided that on Sundays, I will post something that I wrote specifically for this site.  I haven't worked out the details.  I may (and I'm leaning toward this) continue the story that I'm starting with today's post about Liam and Darrel^[1].  I also haven't decided whether I'm going to keep it PG-13 or get all "classier version of Letters to Penthouse" on the series^[2].  But I figure no matter what, it should be an interesting series, or not.

So without any further ado, please enjoy today's installment of Sensual Sunday:

Liam sat next to Darrel on the futon in the other boy’s dorm room.  He was only half watching the movie that was playing on the fifteen inch television.  He really wasn’t into science fiction movies like Darrel was.  Besides, he was distracted by being so close to the other guy.  He could feel Darrel’s warmth against him.  Occasionally, one of them would shift and knees or thighs would brush against each other.  Liam would blush at the moment’s contact.

He turned to stare at the other boy, admiring his dark skin and youthful face.  Darrel kept his hair in a buzz cut, which Liam liked in contrast to his own brown curls.  He reached up and ran his thumb along Darrel’s cheek, noting that the other boy must not have shaved this morning as he felt the slightest hint of stubble.  Darrel turned his head slightly to look at Liam, amusement showing in his eyes.  Liam dropped his hand as blood flooded his cheeks.

Darrel’s smile broadened slightly before he leaned his head toward Liam.  Their lips met and Darrel rewarded Liam with a tender yet firm kiss.  Liam brought both hands to the other boy’s face this time, enjoying the feel of Darrel’s skin on his palms and fingers.  He felt his pulse quicken slightly.

Darrel broke off the kiss and nodded toward the television.  Liam nodded and tried to focus on the action on the screen.  He sighed softly as the other boy rested a hand on his thigh, the fingers wrapping around to the inner thigh.  He rested his head on Darrel’s shoulders, trying to enjoy the movie as much as he enjoyed the physical contact.

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^[1]You can tell Liam and Darrel are fictional characters because they don't have code names.

^[2]Hint:  Now would be a good time to speak up if you have a preference, dear readers.

Gotta Get Out

Well, if I still needed a sign that my health really was improving, I got it last night.  At around 9pm, I was going stir crazy.  I was tired of sitting at home by myself and chatting online.  I wanted to get out and hang out with other people.  I wanted to mingle.  I wanted to flirt.  And getting lucky wouldn't have hurt my feelings, either^[1].

In the long run, I decided to stay home, though.  I'm planning to go out to Manly Bar tonight for the bear event they have planned.  Since going out two nights in the same weekend totally drains me and I'm already just starting to get back to feeling like I have energy, I chose to do the responsible, self-care oriented thing instead.

TMI Time!  B!  Definitely B!

I've started going to Manly Bar a bit more.  As much as I like Home Bar -- and I do try to go there from time to time to see some of my favorite bartenders and other friends I have there -- the crowd at Manly Bar is somewhat more my style.  Plus, as they tend to attract younger crowd, Home Bar tends to be filled with all kinds of drama and other immaturity.  I might actually be one of the younger guys^[2] at Manly Bar, in comparison.

Also, Management and his partner got out of the restaurant business, which is quite sad.  That means that the upstairs dining room is no longer open at Home Bar. The kitchen is still open and serves bar food downstairs.  But bar food is just bar food, so it doesn't have quite the same draw.  Plus it means I can no longer go in for a weekend dinner and sit at a quiet table and work on my writing.  Though I have worked on my writing during happy hour on weekdays at the bar before.  I may still do that.

At any rate, it means that I'm re-evaluating just how much time I spend at Home Bar and whether I might be better served by finding a new "regular" hang-out spot.  I may think about trying a coffee shop again.  It would certainly be good from a writing standpoint, but I don't do well at meeting new people at coffee shops.

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^[1]Hey, I'm a guy with needs.  And I haven't done anything since Christmas day, and that time wasn't entirely satisfying for me, either.

^[2]Some day, I may do a whiny post about the conflict between being attracted to younger guys and the frustration I feel with younger guys' antics.  The dynamic is really quite messed up.

Friday Thoughts: Intimacy and Vulnerability

In order for there to be true intimacy, there must be true vulnerability.  That's why intimacy is both one of the most powerful experiences and one of the most frightening prospects.