It`s time for Tuesday
Tales!
Today we have a snippet
from Touch of a Yellow Sun., Colors of
Love #2, my current MM hockey romance WIP. In this opposites attract tale
instigator and on-ice pain-in-the-ass Marek Hafer and yogi Shey Pierson find
themselves living next door to each other. Talk about conflicting professions!
Will the two men’s personalities clash as well, or will they be able to find
some common ground to build a relationship on?
Our word prompt today is “Bridge.”
This story may have gay erotic
scenes, strong social issues addressed and mature language. If those things
offend now is the time to move onto another Tuesday Tales blog. Thanks for
stopping by!
Shey rustled around a
bit, his breath hot and sweet moving over my chest. I closed my eyes and tried
to focus on him and how warm he was, how firm and strong pressed up against me.
Focusing on those sensations, I let the sound of his breathing combine with the
yoga music that was still playing out in the kitchen. It seeped into me, easing
the stiffness of muscles that had been worked hard on the ice and off last
night. My bed-partner wiggled closer, sighing in his sleep. I drifted off with
him tight to me and the cat’s back foot resting on the humped-up bridge of my nose. Thirty minutes
later, I woke up again.
I reached for Shey and
found a cat curled up on his pillow. Sitting up, groggily, I listened and heard
him puttering around in the kitchen, humming along to what was now some old
folk music playing on the stereo. Not ready to face the day yet, I fell back
into the warm bedding, inhaling the smell of him, me, sex, and coconut on the
linens.
“Good morning,” he called
from the doorway. I rolled my head to look at him. He’d pulled on that sexy
robe from last night and had pulled his hair into this gnarled up sort of a
bun. My dick, already hard, throbbed. “You look well-rested.”
He walked in carrying two
yellow mugs of tea. I could not take my eyes off the man, or the flash of bare
leg that sexy robe gave me with each stride. My fingers itched to touch him.
“You look edible.”
“Sit up, flatterer, and
drink this.” He waited until I was upright and then carefully handed me a mug.
As soon as the smell hit my nose I made a gagging sound. His lips twitched.
“It’s not that bad, truly. Now sip that while I go gather up the oils. I want
to cleanse your chakra before you go in to work.”
“Skate, it’s morning skate. And my sacral area is just
fine. Want to see?”
Copyright 2018
©by V.L. Locey
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8 comments:
Can I have this now please.
Yes..yes we wanna see! 😜😜
I can just imagine what his sacral area looks like. Great tease.
Very sensual with some Witt. I love it
Thank you all for dropping by!
Love the warm, sensual scene you paint. And then the laugh at the end. Kind of delineates their differences. But in a perfect way.
love the way you used the prompt. Sexy snippet!!
First, I know he’s an ass must I adore Marek to pieces. He’s my kinda guy. And two, I love the steamy sweetness of this excerpt. And I love the description of the cats! Great job!
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