I’ve started off the Fiction with Friction Helluvaween ficlets. ‘Tis X-rated, naughty me.

Enjoy

http://www.fictionwithfriction.com/2008/10/25/helluvaween-skirt

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We’ll be posting ficlets and excerpts over at Fiction with Friction again the week before Halloween. Should be fun! Mine will be on the 25th.

We’ve also got two new authors. Jade Buchanan and James Buchanan have joined us.

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http://www.fictionwithfriction.com/2008/08/30/glory-boy-3-labors-of-love/

Posted what’ll probably be the last ficlet about Eric and Bobby on Fiction with Friction today.

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My partners and I will be posting another week of shorts and excerpts on Fiction with Friction starting one week from today on August 26th. The theme is loosely Labor Day but who knows what we’ll come up with.

My day will be Saturday, August 30th

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So, if you’re curious what happened to Eric and Bobby after the fireworks in Glory Boy, take a trip on over to Fiction with Friction to find out what goes on later that night.

http://www.fictionwithfriction.com/2008/07/05/after-the-fireworks-glory-boy-2/

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Take a trip on over to Fiction with Friction to read my fireworks post “Glory Boy” for the Fiction with Friction fireworks week.

Pairing: m/m

Eric’s ready for a typical, boring town picnic for the 4th of July. He’s not prepared when the town’s glory boy starts to talk to him.

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I did another freebie story for the Pink Chair Diaries. It’s just been posted.

Favorite Chair

A short little contemporary romp about a guy, the girl next door, and her favorite chair.

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I just posted a short m/m story to The Pink Chair Diaries. This is a fun idea. See, there’s this pink chair and it’s go a dildo attached to the seat. The main requirement of posting a story is that the chair’s got to feature prominently.

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© 2006 Jet Mykles for the story. The characters however are not mine. Click here for more info on these beautiful kitties. Or check out the Bishonenworks WK gallery, which is where my obsession began.

Authors note: There’s actual KenxOmi sex in this one. Pass on by if that squicks you

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- SHOWER FIRSTS -

Omi tapped his fingers on the edges of his laptop, silently cursing the speed—or, rather, lack of—of dial-up. But this motel didn’t have high speed and there had been no wi-fi to hack into. So he was stuck using one of the many bogus dial-up accounts he had so he could check the anonymous forums and such for any word from Aya and Yohji. He didn’t expect to find anything. The agreement was that they wouldn’t contact each other for a week, but he worried so he checked just the same.

He shucked his jacket and headscarf as he waited, tossing them to one side of the bed in the general direction of his bag. He sat in the middle of the bed in loose jeans and a t-shirt, legs crossed and laptop before him. One bed for him and Ken. He had great hopes for the night, provided he didn’t find out anything bad about Aya and Yohji.

The forum came up and he scrolled through the recent messages for a familiar call sign. Aya and Yohji had about a dozen each, as did he and Ken. Although, he mainly looked for Aya’s. Neither Yohji nor Ken ever remembered them all unless it was in a pinch.

Of course they were in a pinch. continue reading

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© 2006 Jet Mykles for the story. The characters however are not mine. Click here for more info on these beautiful kitties. Or check out the Bishonenworks WK gallery, which is where my obsession began.

Authors note: This is a continuation of a work of love. Pure fan fiction. I get no payment or kickback out of this except pure enjoyment and a wish to share the image of Aya, Yohji, Ken and Omi in my head.

There’s sex in this one

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- NO DISTRACTIONS -

Yohji woke to a burning urge to pee and a cottony head. The lack of headache and alcoholic taste in his mouth told him it wasn’t a hangover. Still…

Oh yeah, right. You were shot. Last thing he remembered was being in the backseat of that car and dropping the box of darts while…

“Aya?” continue reading

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