There was one taboo that was never to be broken.
He did it anyway.
Now he must Submit to the Master with everything he has!
Jason had warned him at the very beginning that there was one taboo never to be broken. He was also told what would happen if he broke it, but he did it anyway.
He was taken to a room in the basement where the walls were made of dark grey stone, almost like a dungeon. The floor was covered with black, dull tiles. Kyle did not dare lift his gaze, but he was able to see somewhat from the corner of his eyes. In the middle of the room was a small platform with two armchairs and a small table between. On the right wall was a steel table which ran along the entirety of the room behind the platform. Mounted on the wall were chains, cuffs, gags, plugs and dildos, and other things just waiting to be used.
Seeing Kyle nude and submissively kneeling between his legs was perfect.
“Dave is into hardcore BDSM, his dominance almost brutal. It’s the only way he knows. He has a good reputation as a Dom,” Jason explained casually.
Their open lips met, and all three of their tongues touched in an erotic game. Dave kissed Kyle eagerly, exerting his dominance for the first time as emotions welled up from the darkest corners of his mind. It was the first time the three of them had sex together, and Kyle was the object of their desire.
Dave was not ready to let another man f**k him. He was the aggressor… always.
“How great are the chances that you might want more of Dave than I’d like you to have?” Jason asked.
Kyle blinked, stunned. “Zero!”
“Are you sure?”
Kyle bent forward until his face was an inch from Jason’s. “Yes!”
Jason felt his heart pounding. He wasn’t sure about Kyle. And Dave was good, despite his dark side.
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Tired of the cold gray skies of the island of Manhattan, Sebastian longed for the clear blue skies of summer and the gentle beating of waves against distant island shores – like a hot August weekend on Fire Island at the Pines. So, he decided to take a few months away from the hustle and bustle of the metropolis and head to Puerto Rico.
The flight wasn’t too bad once he saw the very attentive and absolutely gorgeous flight steward whose nametag said Ramón Ramirez. The uniform of dark blue Bermuda shorts, short-sleeved white oxford shirt, and dark blue bowtie revealed enough of the olive skin to make Sebastian visualize him totally naked, and he liked what he saw. Prior to take-off, Ramón was closing all the overhead storage bins and had to stand on his toes to rearrange some luggage above Sebastian’s aisle seat so the bin would lock properly. That put his crotch right in Sebastian’s face if Sebastian had been forward enough to turn his head and nuzzle. But the scent of pure manliness did tease Sebastian’s nostrils from the short distance nonetheless.
Later, taking beverage orders, he politely asked, “Would you and your family like to order something now?”
“Oh, we’re not a family. Ticketing just booked us all in the same row,” Sebastian said, with a glance at the mother and whiny child seated next to him.
“Pardon me, I should know better than to make that assumption.” He smiled the same gratuitous smile that all airline employees have when trying their best to give customers personalized service… a gentle raising of the corners of the mouth and a little flash of teeth. His were sparkling white. “What would you like?”
“You in the restroom right now alone with me,” was the thought that dashed across Sebastian’s mind. “Bourbon and water,” were the words that crossed his lips.
Sebastian silently admired the well-manicured hands of the steward. The brilliant white half-moons at the base of evenly trimmed nails contrasted with his skin tone. His arms were richly endowed with silky black hair that ended at his wrist but continued along the outside edge of his hands. Sebastian wondered if the chest was as pleasantly fuzzy, or as barren as his own chest. He had already admired the chest and nipples straining against the oxford shirt. This was stuff that fulfilled his fantasy sessions.
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Determined to become a rodeo star, Julian Busch ends up in North Carolina at Rolling Meadows Stables, where the days are grueling, the nights are wild, and his fellow trainees will mount a cowboy faster than they will mount a horse. Life in the rodeo isn’t easy, but wit and grit lead Julian to a place he never thought he would be.
Julian unpacked his suitcase, putting everything in the chest of drawers next to his bunk – socks and belts in the top drawer, underwear in the second, shirts in the third, and blue jeans in the bottom. He peeled off his red t-shirt with an Aggies mascot on it.
“Is that natural or do you work out?”
“What do you mean?”
“That chest. It just ain’t normal.”
“Just the result of daily workouts and some weightlifting.”
“I guess I’ve got to get me some weights.”
“Don’t need to. I brought mine. They’re still in the car.”
“Think you could help me?” He pulled up his shirt showing a modicum of development.
“Sure, we’ve got ten weeks here. I’m sure we could do something with that body of yours. It has potential.”
“Well, go shower. I’m going to grab a quick nap. Wake me when you’re ready to go to dinner.” Ross went to his bunk as Julian stripped, grabbed a towel, and entered the shower. A few moments later, Julian hollered to Ross, “Hey guy, you got some soap? I didn’t pack any and there ain’t none in here.”
Ross rose from the cot and took a bar of soap to the shower room.
“Damn, you’re a hairy one,” Ross said. “Good thing your Emily didn’t let you get very far. She’d be spitting out pubic hair more than doing anything else. You want some help there?”
“What? You think I’m gay and want to touch another guy’s junk?”
“I guess I was wrong. Sorry.” Ross returned to his cot and hoped Julian didn’t notice what he was sporting. Ross was disappointed in himself. He had vowed to follow the straight path now that he was starting a new life away from the life he had led in rural Georgia, and all the peers he had secretly been with. He knew he had to work harder on suppressing his innate desires. He fell asleep, but his mind conjured up a dream of him with the man he had just met.
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She rocks my world.
He sets my soul on fire.
We’ve traveled down a bumpy road, but we’ve finally found the balance.
It’s time to bring a new little rock star into our lives.
I’m Tommy Blade, the Prince of Punk Rock, and this is the next chapter in our story.
Loving two people is never easy, and Tommy Blade fights every day to ensure that his wife and his lover know that he loves them both equally. A commitment ceremony solidifies their pledge to one another and brings them closer together.
Jessi Blade is a lucky girl. With animosity behind them, she and Angel share a more intimate relationship and their lives flourish. She has everything she ever wanted – except a baby.
Angel Garcia never thought he’d share his life with a woman, no less marry one in a commitment ceremony. When a baby joins their family, it makes him realize how much Jessi really means to him.
The road Tommy, Jessi and Angel travel is never an easy one. Just when they’re at their happiest, an accident may very well change the course of their lives.
Tommy went for Jessi like an animal pouncing on his prey. He took her by the waist and pushed her back on the bed. His mouth was on hers, and his tresses fell like a curtain of golden silk. It prevented Angel from seeing the expression on their faces. It was one of the things he loved most about watching them. He tucked Tommy’s hair behind one ear so the silhouette of their faces was visible. Tommy’s lips covered Jessi’s, and his chest swelled with passion. There were little wrinkles between his brows which grew deeper when he pressed his mouth harder and turned it in a slow circle.
Jessi sighed and threw her head back as Tommy kissed his way down to her breasts. He ran his hands over her slender torso and kissed her waist. Jessi shuddered when his lips hit the area just below her navel.
Tommy abruptly sat back on his knees and yanked Jessi toward him. There was no hesitation or resistance as Jessi inhaled deeply and arched her back. Tommy gripped her hips and dug his fingers into her pelvis. His hair bounced and fanned his face. Glimpses of pouting, slightly-parted lips and a furrowed brow were visible between the flaxen strands of his long hair.
Jessi’s arms flailed wildly, and her breath came in heavy gasps. Bliss and ecstasy were clear across her face. Angel wondered what sex was like for a woman and if all women enjoyed it as much as Jessi.
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As a wealthy transplant surgeon, Kenton Weston is living the dream. He’s in his prime, handsome, and can have almost anything money can buy, but his attraction to much younger men stands in his way of getting what he wants most, a mature man to share his life with. Coming out in a profession that isn’t always accepting of men like him could end his career, but when an odd turn of events leads to an unlikely partner nearly twenty years his junior, he can’t resist the temptation. This time, however, the lines between professional and personal are becoming blurred.
After watching for a while, he went around to the side of the bed opposite from where Kenton was sleeping and quietly climbed into bed with him. Turning onto his side, he moved closer and rested his hand on Kenton’s chest.
“I don’t think of you as an old man,” he said softly and kissed him on the mouth.
He wanted Kenton to touch every part of him. The simple brush of Kenton’s hand in his hair, the touch of Kenton’s hand on his shoulder, or the touch of Kenton’s hand on his cheek stirred emotions in him that he had doubted existed.
Kenton couldn’t deny that he found the young man attractive. There had been times when he fantasized about him sexually, but he had always been attracted to younger men. Now his fantasy had become reality and was lying in his bed. Jeff was barely a man. How could he possibly know what he wanted?
“We can work it out. I’m not a child,” Jeff said with the enthusiastic abandon of a man of eighteen.
Kenton kissed him gently and lovingly. He needed to know if his feelings for Jeff were real or if his attraction was based solely on his strong desire for younger men. As he kissed the young soft lips, his doubts began to melt away. He now knew the taste of Jeff, and he wanted more. He had never felt this way about any of the other younger men he had loved. Resting on his knees, he gazed down at Jeff’s body, the youthful skin glowing like morning dew gently kissed by the first rays of the sun. No wrinkles marred the perfection of youth, and Kenton could no longer deny what he desired.
When they arrived at the hospital, Kenton was met by the trauma physician who had just finished assessing Jeff. “Do you have any idea who could have done this, Dr. Weston?”
Kenton shook his head. “Where was he found?”
“He was at the house when the neighbor called the ambulance.”
Kenton walked into the exam room to find Jeff staring up at the ceiling. He pulled a chair to his side and held his hand. “Jeff, it’s Kenton. They didn’t tell me about the bandage on your leg. Will you tell me what it’s from?”
“It’s from a cut. It’s no big deal.”
Kenton was at a loss. He had seen plenty of domestic abuse victims, but this was a puzzle he couldn’t seem to solve. “Jeff, will you tell me how this happened?”
Jeff couldn’t lie to Kenton. “He’s just frustrated. He doesn’t mean to do it, he never does. His business isn’t going well, and I’m… I’m so much trouble. You know who I’m talking about, don’t you?”
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“Complete and Uncut.” That was exactly how Larry liked the men he bedded. Making his way in the world, he is hired at an Italian restaurant where the waiters are as spicy as the cuisine. A sexy boss with an unquenchable desire for his waiters, as well as a regular customer always in the company of young men and looking for more, and Larry’s job takes some interesting turns, ultimately leading him to a place he never thought he would be.
“You’ve sort of taken him under your wing, eh? Just like a robin watching her young take their first flight.”
“Sort of. I think he has the potential to be really good at this, and I want to make sure his first solo is successful.”
“Well, go for it. Just don’t hit on him.”
“I had no intention. I don’t know how he’d take it.”
He found Larry standing at the waiter’s station waiting for his first order to be fixed. “How’s it going so far?”
“Pretty good. Except I think he was trying to hit on me.”
“You don’t have to think about it. He was. He likes his men young, and you’re his type.”
They approached the table, and Larry was flawless in his introductory service. He had the beverages to them promptly, took their table order, and keyed in the data for the kitchen. He returned with Mr. Boggs’ food containers, processed the credit card, and was shocked to find a twenty dollar bill stuck in his hand as Mr. Boggs rose from the table. “Good service, young man. I’ll see you again.”
Larry didn’t notice the thumbs up sign Mr. Boggs gave Mr. Trathan as he left.
“Great job, Lorenzo,” Mr. Trathan said as Larry and Marco left the restaurant at closing.
“Where’s your car?” Larry asked, not seeing the green Ford where Marco usually parked.
“I’m being picked up. Now look, there’s one thing I have to tell you about Mr. Trathan. How much did you make in tips tonight?”
“That’s good for a slow Monday. On a weekend, you’ll probably grab at least two bills per night. Once you get used to making that kind of money, Mr. Trathan will ask you to come in early one afternoon and he’s going to ask you if you want to keep your job? That’s when he’ll put the moves on you. If you comply, you keep your job. If you don’t, you’re history.”
“How do you know that?”
“Because he did that with me.”
“I see. Thanks for the heads up. But that’s no problem. I like sex with guys, especially if they’re uncut.”
“So do I now, because of Mr. Trathan…oh, here comes the car. Let me introduce you to Lance. He’s my husband of two years.”
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I live life in the fast lane.
My days and nights are a never-ending party of women, fast cars and alcohol.
I’m the one your father warned you about.
I have everything I ever wanted – except Audra Abelman.
She was always the good girl.
She was off limits.
I held out for almost a decade.
It’s time to set her inner bad girl free.
I’m Jimmy Wilder, and I’m going to claim the most sought after girl in the record industry.
Warning: This book is for mature audiences only.
Jimmy Wilder has the sex life every rock star dreams about. The notorious playboy of America’s number one punk rock band can have any woman he wants, except the one who holds his heart. This bad boy needs to curb his sinful ways before she’ll show any interest in him, but there’s one more problem – she’s the boss’s daughter.
Audra Abelman, heir to one of the most powerful record labels in the country, just landed her dream job as tour manager for her favorite band. She’s been Immortal Angel’s number one groupie for years, and she’s been privy to the out-of-control lifestyle of their radical drummer. Trapped on a tour bus with the charismatic Jimmy Wilder, she falls victim to his irresistible charm, but she refuses to compromise her ethics. He needs to get his life together before she’ll give him a second glance, but a bigger obstacle stands in their way – her father.
One woman between his legs, one straddled across his face and another licking his chest – life didn’t get much better than this. The tour bus dipped and the four of them bounced off the mattress just as Jimmy Wilder exploded. They had been going at it for the entire ride from Chicago, and now collapsed in a tangled heap of sexually satiated hard bodies.
The bus jolted to a stop and interrupted Jimmy’s state of bliss. He slapped the redhead next to him on her perfect naked ass. “This is your stop, sweets.” He threw on a pair of jeans and tossed a few hundred dollar bills on the bed. “Get yourselves a taxi back home. Thanks for the good time.”
He left the girls to dress and let themselves out. He needed to quench his thirst, and there was an ice cold beer beckoning to him from the fridge. He cracked open a Budweiser and took a long, refreshing gulp before he joined the rest of the band in the living area.
Jessi stroked Tommy’s long, blond hair, and Angel rested a hand on Tommy’s thigh. Across from the trio sat Damien and Alyssa Diamond, quietly talking to one another.
Alyssa turned to Jimmy and flipped her long, black hair over her shoulder. “At least put the music on or something. You know that flimsy door doesn’t block any noise. You’ve heard these three.” She looked directly at Tommy and raised her brow. “I don’t know what the hell Jessi and Angel are doing to you, but I’d really love to know.”
Jimmy’s three ladies appeared from the bedroom, gave him a wet kiss, and he gave them a pat on the butt as they passed through the center aisle of the bus and out the front exit. Jimmy turned the cap from his beer between his fingers a few times, before he flicked it across the table. “I’ve been thinking.” He sat down next to Damien, but addressed Angel. “Why do you three always get the bedroom and we get stuck in those cramped bunks? It’s not fair, man.” His cheeks displayed a dimpled smile while his thoughts went to the last hour and a half of fun with the two brunettes and the redhead. “I think we should share the bedroom.” Jimmy took a long sip of his beer, and his thoughts drifted back to his romp with the three lovely ladies. It was rare that he scored the bedroom, and the extra room afforded an array of pleasing positions.
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Daniel Self, the former college football hero, returns from the battlefields of Afghanistan to find that he has lost everyone in his life he truly valued. Dunnelly takes him to the gravesites of his mother, sister, wife, and then, at the corner of a chain link fence, with nothing but weeds and grass burrs, is the flat unadorned grave marked Jamie Lee Barnes. The man who lived his life as a female deserved so much more. Jamie’s friend, Lauren, formerly Larry, must do her best to fill the void.
In the midst of coming to terms with his past demons, Daniel meets a woman who reminds him of his former wife. Her name is Melanie Carlisle, a woman accustomed to getting what she wants, and she wants Daniel. She’s his boss, and she’s out for revenge for something Jenna did years ago. But Melanie isn’t Daniel’s only problem. David Towne is a sports icon and celebrity who gives the appearance of being a happily married man, living in a big Highland Park house, but is just as lonely and needy of love as anyone. In reality, he’s married to a real lizard of a woman who has her girlfriends and goes her own way, while he likes to play with the boys, and he wants Daniel as one of his boys.
Daniel leaned back as he felt the warmth consume him. He was feeling a surprising moment of relaxation and a freedom from the petty irritations he dealt with in his day to day demands. He not only felt a warm and relaxing place, but a feeling of liberation and lack of expectations. Was this about sex, or need, or friendship? David Towne was a man who could have whatever he wanted, and he knew it. What was in it for Daniel?
They both leaned back in silence, eyes closed, with no need for conversation. Their feet gently touched and their legs made casual contact. Minutes passed in comforting silence as David opened his eyes, found his beer and took a sip. Daniel didn’t move as David leaned in and kissed him on the lips. It was at first a gentle kiss as he paused for reaction, and when Daniel showed no reaction, he moved in for a more passionate kiss.
Daniel didn’t react, he simply enjoyed, as if it were a kiss from anyone. He found no need to react, and he remained quite still, wordless, but thinking of the face and the man that had just kissed him. Daniel opened his eyes and he could see David standing over him with a slight smile.
“Does Michele have a problem with you being involved in situations like these?” Daniel asked as he opened his eyes.
“Hardly,” David answered, “She’s off on a trip with her girlfriend now, and I’m sure she’s enjoying herself,” he smiled.
The cheers, whistles, and cat calls subsided and the lights dimmed as Lauren took center stage under a pink spot which cast an ethereal glow as the music began. The crowd was drawn to the moment, as most knew Lauren, her history with the club, and more importantly, her memories of Jamie. Tonight was for Daniel. Jamie had loved him for her own reasons, but Lauren loved and respected him for who he was.
Daniel stood out of view behind the curtain, but he could see Lauren from behind. David stood close behind him, with his hand on his shoulder. Daniel’s eyes flooded with tears as memories of the river bank back in Willow, his moments with Jamie, with Dunnelly, and with Jenna came to him. It was all so long ago, but etched in his memories. They would always be there. He moved away from the curtain as Lauren quickly left the stage.
In the rush of the moment, she caught the look of sadness on Daniel’s face. She gave him a knowing peck on the cheek, “Man up, Mister. This is only the beginning,” she said to Daniel, and laughed as the music began for the next performer. She could tell by the look on David Towne’s face that he was in unfamiliar territory.
Lauren made a quick change as she turned to David. “Zip me up, will ya, and get that look off your face, this ain’t the fifty yard line, is it?”
Daniel and David watched backstage in jaw dropping awe as the drags rushed back and forth. Wigs came off, dresses fell to the floor, and tubes of lip gloss rolled across the makeup table.
David looked at Daniel, “Michele could have saved a shit load of my money on all those surgeries to her face if she had just spent a couple of hours backstage here,” David laughed.
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A rock star, David is torn between his public persona and the man he is at home. When on stage, he praises the Lord, as would a good Christian, while young women clamor for his attention, but behind the heavy gates that guard his home, he is a man with more than one secret. David is a Jew, not a Christian, and no woman will ever hold his heart. The one he hurries home to is Nathan, the quiet man who turned his life around. As his fame escalates, a secret from his past threatens everything he would willingly die to protect.
“And the Grammy goes to…” A hush fell over the crowd and David sat in the front row with his eyes closed. Let it be me, he repeated to himself several times. Then it happened. “Son Phoenix!” The audience went wild as the band made its way to the stage to accept the award for rock album of the year.
When David lifted the statue high above his head, the audience roared. They had all been contenders, but David was the best. He was the lead singer, the member of the band that made young women faint, but David Wassenstein was known as Blade to them. He crossed himself and thanked the Lord for the honor, as was expected of a good Christian.
Nathan Gelman sat in the back row and watched the hypocrisy. David, or Blade, clutched his chest as if he were touching a cross that hung from his neck, but Nathan knew the truth. The Star of David dangled from Blade’s neck. Nathan had given it to him six months ago on their two year anniversary. David said that Jewish men didn’t become rock stars, but that was exactly what David was…a rock star…and a Jew.
David didn’t look at Nathan when he accepted the award. He didn’t dare. He didn’t care if his fans thought or knew he was gay. Men and women pushed through the crowds to look at him, to touch him, to hear him speak a few words only to them. David didn’t look at Nathan because he knew what he would see in the eyes of his lover. He would see disappointment, betrayal, and hurt because he had denounced his faith, at least in public. When the two of them were together in their home, locked behind heavy gated walls, David was as true to the Jewish faith as Nathan.
David didn’t notice when Nathan quietly exited the theatre, but he had expected him to leave as soon as the winner was announced.
Nathan drove through the gate that closed behind him and turned on the lights inside the mansion they shared. He lit a fire in the fireplace and waited for the sound of the black limousine that would bring Blade home to him again. His fingertips lightly outlined the matching Star of David that clung to his chest as he thought about the separate lives they led.
David was running. He was running from his past, from his present, and what the future may hold for the two of them, but mostly, David was running from himself.
His star power had skyrocketed and he had no knowledge of his ex-wife’s whereabouts, but those were things he had come to terms with quite easily. David’s issues went far deeper than Nathan had realized. At the time of the divorce, he and his wife had a baby girl, but no marriage. He wrote to his ex often, as did she to him, but after a while, the correspondence ceased. They had nothing more to say to each other. David sent payments for the child he feared he would never know, but he never saw his daughter again.
That was a long time ago, but Nathan knew David was haunted by the fact that he had a child out there somewhere. In a sense, David was the father to a ghost. Nathan noticed how he scanned the packed audiences when he took the stage. Women of all ages thought he was looking only at them, but Nathan knew he was studying the faces hoping to find one with features that mirrored his own.
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Daniel Self, former hero of his college football team, is handsome, smart, compassionate, and loved by many, but for very different reasons. The former head cheerleader, beautiful Jenna Samms, wants Daniel as a temporary charm on her bracelet of life, but she has no idea he has a secret desire that she can never satisfy. He leaves one night, giving little information about his destination. Dunnelly Knight hides his feelings for Daniel, becoming a popular newscaster and partnering with a powerful and wealthy businessman in Dallas. A shy and tortured soul, Jamie Barnes is a night club performer with gender identity issues, making his twisted journey forward and giving himself to wealthy clients for money. He thinks of Daniel often, as he was the man who awakened him to what he wanted most.
When one of them is murdered, questions and accusations are raised, but few answers surface.
And then, Daniel returns.
The MASQUERADE was the hottest show bar in Texas, and it was there that Jamie Barnes from Willow, Texas found his true calling. The drag shows were always followed by male strippers, and on weekends lines waited at the door for entry. Jamie headed to the makeshift mirror and makeup table of the cramped dressing room behind the stage. “I thought it went well. I was feeling the love for that drag from New Orleans. She should come back again.”
“Yeah, the audience loved her, but what was with that arch of the back on her last song. I thought she might be trying to limbo under the rainbow,” Lauren, formerly Larry, cattily laughed.
“Don’t be bitter because the audience loved her,” Jamie snickered.
“Okay, I’m not trying to get into your business, but you’ve had the picture of that hunk in the football uniform stuck on your mirror since we’ve been with this club. Who is he? Is he some mystery man from your past?”
Jamie’s expression darkened. “Don’t go there, okay, his name is Daniel, and that’s all you need to know.”
Jamie looked into the mirror as he wiped off the makeup. He watched his gender change and the reflection of one Jamie became another looking back at him. He looked up at Daniel’s picture and set the hairbrush on the table.
Denton was a bit of a spoiled narcissist who went for what he wanted and felt entitled to have it. Dunnelly knew from the beginning that he and Denton had very different values. Dunnelly thrived on work and career as Denton went through the motions of working at an oil company downtown, a job snagged through connections of his father. It was a clash of values they both tried to work through, but the sex and passion was the glue that held them together.
“Okay Denton,” Dunnelly shouted into the open door of the den. “Do you think you could at least pick up after yourself?”
Denton looked up from the computer with the same glazed look in his eyes that was the giveaway that he had already had a few too many beers. “Whoa… go easy on me, handsome. I’ve had a long day myself,” he smiled with his usual sarcasm.
“Denton, you know the cleaning service only comes in once a week, and they don’t seem to be doing a very good job. It was your idea to hire a cleaning service with handsome guys that clean in the nude, but I don’t think it’s too much to ask that they do the job they’re hired to do, with or without clothes! Could it be you who is getting all the service rather than the house?”
Denton followed behind Dunnelly as he turned to leave the room. “Hey, maybe you just need a little loving to get you out of that bad mood,” he said softly as he kissed Dunnelly’s neck.
The howling north wind outside the bedroom window woke him from a deep sleep the following morning. He could hear the gentle rise and fall of Denton’s breathing as he lay asleep beside him. He switched on the downstairs TV as he headed into the kitchen to make coffee. He poured his first cup of the day and headed for the computer in the den. He took out his laptop and set it on the edge of the desk, but he noticed the desktop was flashing signals of unopened mail. Denton must have failed to sign out of his mail account. Dunnelly prompted the sleeping screen to sign him out, but couldn’t help but notice that he had six new mails. He noticed that all them were from the same she-male site sent to the in box of BIG TEX.
BIG TEX may have been a tongue in cheek clichéd euphemism but it was all too familiar to Dunnelly. That was how Denton had signed off on all his e-mails to him when they first got together. Hmmm…let me see what has been keeping you busy in your off hours, Dunnelly thought as he went to the first e-mail and clicked open. ‘D… you’re still feeling it, I see,’ the first line of the message read. ‘You lasted longer this time, was it because it had been a while or were you just taking your time? Don’t make me wait to see you so long between visits. You know how I want to make you feel. I’m waiting to hear from you. You know where to find me. Yours alone, J/ME!’
Dunnelly logged out of the computer knowing all he needed to know. He didn’t know who J was, and he wasn’t certain he wanted to. Big Tex indeed, he thought, as he shook his head in disbelief. It came as no real surprise, but only validated what he already suspected. He was more disappointed than angry, and the loss of trust hurt more than the infidelity.
“You requested your usual room, 503…is this still acceptable for you?”
“Yes, and it’s always a pleasure to see you at the desk again,” Denton replied as he presented his American Express card.
“The pleasure is indeed mine, sir. “Enjoy your stay, and please let us know if there is anything we can do to make your stay more comfortable.”
Denton picked up his briefcase and headed across the lobby to the bank of elevators.
Jamie Barnes never had to deal with the stigmas that other transgender had to deal with. Her female was nothing contrived and nothing she had to work on. She was small in stature, with no visible Adam’s apple. She didn’t need makeup or an exaggerated gait to be female. The feminine part of her nature was a natural manifestation, and this butterfly was spreading her wings. She was making fast money, and many of the wealthiest men in Dallas waited in line for her services. Some of the men found her on stage and would slip her a fifty or hundred dollar bill, but she never took chances with new clients. She used only the best hotels and she was well known enough that most of her clients were repeat high paying customers. Some played rough, but they all knew her limits and would honor her boundaries. She was good at what she did and there was no better pro in Dallas.
The doorman opened the massive glass door when he saw her approach. “Good evening, ma’am,” he said as she walked through and greeted him with a sly smile.
She tapped on the door of 503 as Denton opened the door. Jamie stepped inside quickly as Denton put the security lock in place.
“Big Tex, you look like you’re ready for me. Well, let’s see if the third eye of Big Tex is ready to see me,” Jamie said as she slid down on her knees.
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