Another Honorable Mention in Siobhan Muir’s #ThursThreads

ThursThreads HMI’m thrilled once again to receive honorable mention in Siobhan Muir’s Flash Fiction Challenge #Thursthreads. I’ve made it a weekly habit to participate because it’s a great writing exercise. I never thought I could write anything worthwhile in 250 words, but this challenge and my fellow competitors have inspired me to do just that.

Thank you to the judge this week, Marla Monroe, and to all the other amazing writers that took part in the contest.

Check out all of the entries for the week here.

I hope you enjoy my entry:

“You know, this is just like you to do something without thinking first!”

Brad’s voice rose to that high pitch Neil could barely stomach. Like wool over dry skin it made him shudder and he didn’t know how much more he could take.

Brad on the other hand had a flair for arguing. If it wasn’t the ever increasing tone of his voice, it was the wild hand gestures and expressive body language that made Neil think Brad enjoyed fighting. The expletives would come near the end, when Brad was ready to close the curtain on his little drama and begin with the making up. Neil hoped that would be soon.

“What?” Neil turned back to unloading the bag of groceries. “I only invited him because he put me on the spot.”

“But he’s your ex! And a real shitty one, too.”

Expletive number one. Thank god the end was near.

“You don’t even care do you?” Brad asked.

Neil refused to turn around and play into his game. He held his tongue.

“You know I can’t stand him, but that doesn’t seem to make any difference to you.” Brad’s shoes echoed on the kitchen tile behind Neil. The scrape of the barstool told him he had sat down. “Do you ever consider my feelings?”

Neil took a deep breath. This was going nowhere fast.

“I want to break up,” Brad said, forcing the last word out.

Neil whirled around, the air suddenly dashed from his lungs. No…

Winner of Siobhan Muir’s #ThursThreads

ThursThreads WinnerI’ve been chosen as the winner of Siobhan Muir’s Flash Fiction Contest!! The judge for this week, Katalina Leon, had such lovely things to say about my story and the entire group of entries. I’m so pleased to be a part of #ThursThreads!

Here is my entry:

“Your lips are incredible,” I murmured, Mick’s mouth traveling down my chest and over my stomach, his kisses searing my skin.

My breath hitched as he brushed his rough cheek against my hip bone. He slid a finger slowly down the crease of my groin and my cock pulsed, waiting anxiously for his touch.

“You sure this is the one?” He asked, tracing lazy circles on the inside of my thigh with his callused thumb, making it difficult to think. I raised my head to find him staring at my hip.

I should have known he would see it, even in the dim light of the bedroom.

When we had met, Mick had told me he didn’t like tattoos. And though all of mine are hidden from public view (and he was so hot), I didn’t lie. Apparently, he had found that refreshing and asked me out anyway. We’ve been on nearly five dates now and I’m falling for him.

He didn’t seem to mind the other tattoos, but I worried about the design on my hip. It’s a pink lotus flower and I got it to represent the joy of expressing myself as a gay man. I told Mick as much, but he’s so big and burly and hard that I figured he’d hate it.

I finally nodded, resigning myself to his forth-coming disapproval.

“You made it sound like I would burst into pink flames if I saw it.” He snorted. “This is…sweet, sexy, and beautiful. Just like you.”


Please check out all of the stories for the week here.

Flash Fiction Thursday – Sci Fi Theme

He shoved me hard toward the wall of his bedroom, face-first into the middle of his projected seawater aquarium. I blinked rapidly as a digital shark darted through my head and over my splayed hand.

eye001-bluetskinkWhen you come from a planet made entirely of desert, the ocean is a constant source of fascination. I could say the same regarding his attraction to humans. We’re foreign and exotic…and forbidden by law. It’s the same on all planets. You always want what you can’t have.

He trapped me against the wall with his heaving body. His incredibly big, sexy, reptilian body.

Now, before you get all squirmy and disgusted, he’s not a reptile. Mostly. At least in the class Reptilia. We call his kind Amnimorphs because most of them came from the planet Amnio before it was destroyed. Gem is one of the last Amnimorphs alive born on his home planet. He’s a wonderful combination of humanoid and reptile, and I’ve spent my life studying his people.

He bit down on the patch of exposed skin on the back of my neck and I moaned.

“Submit, Professor,” he hissed, his forked tongue flicking at my hairline.

I felt his stiff arousal against the cleft of my ass and I shuddered.

“Why should I?”

He ran his rough, near-scaled fingers over my arms and chuckled. “Because you want me as badly as I want you.”


Check out all the stories for the sci-fi themed #ThursThreads week here.

Honorable Mention in Siobhan Muir’s #ThursThreads

I received Honorable Mention for my flash fiction entry in Siobhan Muir’s weekly contest.

Here is my entry:

“No,” I said, dragging my hands through my hair. “You know I hate to fly. Why would you choose a vacation that required airplane travel?”

“Trust me.” Devin pressed in close and wrapped a lean arm around my shoulders. He whispered near my ear, “Just think of it. You. Me. Sun. Sand. Sex on the beach…and I don’t mean the cocktail.” He chuckled, the sound seductively wicked. “I take that back. There most definitely will be cock and tail involved.”

My laugh turned into a groan as he traced the shell of my ear with his talented tongue. We had only been dating for a few months, but he knew exactly how to undo me.

I vowed to stay strong despite my growing arousal. “I won’t get on a plane.”

“You won’t have to, Jake. I booked a cruise to the Bahamas.” He brushed the hair from my eyes as I turned to face him.

“A cruise?”

“A gay one. All inclusive, with multiple stops to island beaches waiting for us to go wild.” He waggled his honey blonde eyebrows. “The ship leaves from Miami – only a few hour drive for us.”

“You’re amazing,” I took his face in my hands and sighed. Why hadn’t I trusted him? He had never let me down yet.

“I would never make you do anything you didn’t want to, Jake.” He smiled, his blue eyes sparkling.

“I love you,” I said, before the moment passed, watching him blink back tears.


Check out the contest and all the other entries here.