Well hello all...thanks for stopping
by my blog! I've wrangled a close dear friend of mine to come on over
today...please welcome the lovely and talented Em Woods...aka The Goddess of
the Story Orgy.
*waves* Hi everyone!
Come on over here and sit next to me,
Em. Remember to tilt to the right a little, so the cameras can pick up our
movements better *waggles brows*...okay, now let's get you a little more
comfortable...*starts unbuttoning Em's shirt*
*lifts eyebrow* Erm, Havan?
What? I'm not supposed to be undressing
you?
Not that that isn't a great plan
too...but...well, I thought we were going to talk about my book?
Your book? Are you sure? *flips
through my calendar* Look—it says right here...Dec 7th, You get to scrooge Em...I
figured scrooge was a cute little euphemism you used for...well...you know, me
finally getting to third base with you—because I don't care what you say, that
Monday night in the SO's chambers last month does constitute making it to
second base whether you agree or not...
*blushes* You're not going to scrooge me....we're going to talk about Scrooge. You know...Ebenezer
Scrooge. From "A Christmas Carol"?
Oh...that's what you meant by
Scrooge...um...well *looks down at lacy boy shorts and flimsy tank top* maybe I
should change? Nah...*hands Em a glass of extra spiked egg nog and sits back
with my own* so, tell us how your version of Scrooge might not be so different
than my version...*winks*
*smacks lips* Nice. Okay. Well, I am sure
you know that in its unaltered state, this Charles Dickens classic is a
wonderfully heartwarming story. But if you let me get my paws on it, it becomes
a delicious erotic romance story that is both a heartwarming tale and a
heart-wrenching love story (If I do say so myself).
*nods* Everyone knows you are one of
the best for wrapping us up all warm and safe then yanking the bandage off and
making us reach for the tissues!
With my added touches, you'll get to see
Scrooge's reasons for being cantankerous. You'll get to see Marley as never
before and you'll understand a completely new dynamic to their partnership. You'll
also meet Alex. And just who is Alex precisely? Well, he is Scrooge's happily ever after, that's who.
*leans against Em swooning* oh please
tell me more...*bats eyes*
How about an excerpt... *wink*
*downs rest of egg nog in two
gulps...hiccups* now you're talking!
“Settle,
boy. This is not to show who is in control. This is to show how we should have
been. What my dreams held. What our life together should have held.”
He
was unsure of what that meant, and that did not sit well at all with Scrooge.
Soft caresses were well and good, but a hard fucking had better follow quickly.
Marley chuckled behind him. A sharp sting of a slap lit Scrooge’s hip with
fire. “I can hear your thoughts so clearly, like my own, Eb. You’ll not be left
wanting. Not this time.”
Another
slap to Ebenezer’s thigh narrowed his attention to his lover, a long-dormant
need flaring to life with each blow to his skin, with each whispered vow of
love eternal, with each promise of care.
“Your
arse always presented well, Eb. Blushing and hot, needy.”
Scrooge
clenched his fists in the linens, holding back the moan crawling up his throat.
Silence was the rule. Servants, even the best of the lot, could not be trusted
with the secrets of the bedchamber. Not that Scrooge employed any other than
one cook and one maid, neither of whom would be working that day.
“Oil?”
“In
the drawer.” Scrooge’s voice was not his own, surely. He had never heard it
sound so hoarse.
The
scrape of wood was harsh to Scrooge’s ears, then cold oil slid down the crack
of his arse, followed by impatient fingers working around, in, around, until
Ebenezer’s hole eased for the touch. “Are you ready, Eb?”
Another
turn of events, this question, but Marley had promised care, and care he was
giving, driving Scrooge out of his mind with the impossibility of it. Fingers
disappeared, replaced promptly with the spongy tip of Marley’s cock, pushing
slowly into Scrooge’s arse. So full, near bursting with the fullness of it,
Scrooge moaned and sank back on his haunches, lodging the thick erection deeper
inside him. His skin burned where Marley’s fingers dug into his hips, holding
him steady as he began to thrust, sweat rapidly slicking his body.
The
slap of Marley’s thighs against Scrooge’s arse rang loud through the
bedchamber, their laboured breathing combining to create a harmony that fuelled
Scrooge’s lust. He struggled under Marley’s hold, revelling in the tightening
of his grip, the feel of bruises rising.
Marley’s
hips snapped faster, pummelling Scrooge with fierce thrusts, then, as Scrooge
cried out with his release, fearless of who might hear, Marley pulled him
roughly onto his cock, pulses of seed filling Scrooge’s passage. Marley
collapsed atop Scrooge, then eased from inside before rolling to lay on the
mattress beside him.
Scrooge
remained with his hands clenched in the bed sheets, drawing deep breath after
deep breath, trying to regain his composure as his body floated on soft wings
back to reality. “Do we have the night?”
“Only
a few moments more.” Marley braced one hand under his head, looking at Scrooge.
“I loved you, Eb.”
Blurb:
Love at first sight is a
beautiful thing, but sometimes, true love waits a lifetime to shine...and then
needs a little help from the Three Ghosts of Christmas.
As a young man, Ebenezer Scrooge felt the sharp pain of loss and resolved to protect his heart from all others, taking solace in his gold and silver. Years of discarding his own emotions, and those of anyone around him, has turned Scrooge cold.
When deceased lover and partner Jacob Marley pays miserly Scrooge a late night visit, pride and disbelief buoy Scrooge's courage. As the fabled Ghosts of Christmas Past, Present, and Yet-to-Come arrive to show Scrooge the error of his ways, they also give him brief glimpses of a love so strong it has stood the test of time.
In an inspiring tale of change, a deep-seated need flares to life, leaving Scrooge without a doubt that love and family are what really matter at Christmas.
As a young man, Ebenezer Scrooge felt the sharp pain of loss and resolved to protect his heart from all others, taking solace in his gold and silver. Years of discarding his own emotions, and those of anyone around him, has turned Scrooge cold.
When deceased lover and partner Jacob Marley pays miserly Scrooge a late night visit, pride and disbelief buoy Scrooge's courage. As the fabled Ghosts of Christmas Past, Present, and Yet-to-Come arrive to show Scrooge the error of his ways, they also give him brief glimpses of a love so strong it has stood the test of time.
In an inspiring tale of change, a deep-seated need flares to life, leaving Scrooge without a doubt that love and family are what really matter at Christmas.
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oh wow! Now I really (and I mean REALLY) want to read this story!
ReplyDelete*HUGS* Thanks so much for having me! I love scrooging with you! <3
ReplyDeleteI'm a quarter of the way through the book! *rubs hands together* Getting to the good stuff... *snicker* You've blended everything so smoothly, Em. I'm really enjoying it.
ReplyDeleteI swear - I read this excerpt and had to get a cold glass of water! *shivers* oh so good! <3
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by and scrooging with me Em! <3