Saturday, March 22, 2008

A lil Somethin Somethin

First off I would like to thank all of my regular readers of Tribeca for keeping me going...your comments really do add fuel to my fire for that story....I promise to post more on it.

But I just thought that I would share with you guys the cover to the book I will be featured in.

Flesh to Flesh, edited by Lee Hayes and brought to us all by wunderkund porn writer extraordinaire, Zane




Well the book comes out May 20th I believe...GO RESERVE YOUR COPY OR PRE-ORDER IT ON AMAZON!!

Look for my stories...written under pseudonyms

Cuts 'N' Fades
and
Blow the Horn


here is the description as provided from the Strebor Books website:

http://www.simonsays.com/content/book.cfm?tab=1&pid=591564

Description

From award-winning author Lee Hayes -- an erotic exploration into the lives of African-American gay men and their desires for love and acceptance.

Unapologetically raw in its approach to the sexual lives and happenings of African-American gay men, Flesh to Flesh is a gritty, pulsing view into a demographic that is often demonized and condemned. These stories provide a rare, true revelation of how gay men are faring in an age where sensuality is a major factor in everyday media and consciousness.

What do gay men feel about life, love, relationships, and intimacy? For anyone who has wondered about the passion between two men, this explosive, sexually charged anthology peels back the layers to show what lies beneath modern stereotypes and homophobia.

With contributors such as Lee Hayes (Passion Marks, A Deeper Blue and The Messiah), L.M. Ross (Manhood and The Long Blue Moan), and Dayne Avery (I Wrote This Song), the stories in Flesh to Flesh reveal deep emotions and a powerful commitment to life and love.

Product Details

Strebor Books, May 2008
Trade Paperback, 336 pages
ISBN-10: 1-59309-164-8
ISBN-13: 978-1-59309-164-4


alrighty then...back to our regularly scheduled serial erotic adventure blogging

Friday, March 7, 2008

Tribeca: Part 7






The noon time rays of Tribeca's red sun could not penetrate the waters of Dapers Reef. The deeply blue-orange waters were still as death, no wind blew on this day. The seas of Tribeca were treacherous and as unpredictable as flame; only sanctioned ships were allowed to go out on the waters. That included everything from fishing boats to warships. Only a certain fish were allowed to be brought back to land. People feared the creatures of the sea, creatures that lived in the deep dark, not even the shallowest of waters were brightened by the sun. The sea creatures, fish and other things, were said to be at war with those on land and legends told of them rising from the depths to overthrow 'air-breathers'. Land dwellers were wary to eat of the offerings of the seas for fear of poisoning from those that lived in the water.

None of this mattered to Wake as he loaded the mid size cruiser that he had bought for he and Ebon's journey. The cruiser was a sleek contraption built for speed. It had the option of oars and sails and a small cabin below its top deck. A day had passed since Wake sent Ebon into the Steridian Forest. He thought worriedly of Ebon's safety. He wasn't ready. Wake knew it when he sent him in, but Wake also knew that Ebon would have to adapt and survive and get through the forests. The lesson of survival would far better prepare him than anything Wake could teach him. As long as he stayed away from the Azurine Cliffs. The only thing awaiting Ebon there was death. Wake thought back on his last words to Ebon, perhaps he was too harsh, too hard on Ebon. He should have told him how he felt towards him...no...those thoughts would only be a distraction Ebon didn't need. If He hadn't made it to the sea by the end of the third day Wake would go looking for him. His feelings for the youth were genuine and he had come to love Ebon.

The sound of bells in the far distance caught in Wake's ears. Bells? Bells were used only on royal steeds. DaChase's men were approaching. Wake quickly said an incantation to make the boat only seen by himself and Ebon and dashed into the under brush of trees along the beach. He waited silently in the cool shadows for the approaching horses. The thudding of hooves got louder and louder as DaChase's guard thundered down the beach. Wake counted seven men in total from the vibrations they made along the sandy earth. The smell of their sweat combined with that of the horses made for a foul odor upon the fresh sea air. They stopped right in front of where Wake's ship was docked. it was the only place a ship could dock on the dangerous reef. Dismounting their steeds the men spread about the beach and began to set up camp.

Wake knew that he had to act. He could not afford to have the men waiting around when Ebon emerged from the forest. Two of the men were relieving themselves right next to him as he prepared to strike. Quickly and soundlessly Wake lept into the air, twisting one of the men's heads backwards. The second moved to act but Wake sliced off the man's still urinating penis, caught it and shoved it down the guardsman's throat as he instinctively began to scream. Wake then gouged the man's eyes into his brain, killing him. He quickly drug the two bodies into the under brush before the others saw them. Three other men along the water fell just as easily as Wake lodged three throwing spikes into the bases of their necks and throats. With inhuman speed Wake ran at the backs of the last two guardsmen to take them down before they were alerted by the sounds of their dead comrades hitting the water. Wake launched himself feet first at the back of one the guards, wrapping his legs around the guard's neck snapping it then swinging around in the same motion and kicking the man's face backwards as he fell into the sand. Wake turned to face his final opponent but had his legs swept from under him by crimson strands. Wake fell to the beach but was instantly back on his feet, turned to face the last guard. Wake's unseeing eyes did not register the guard's mystical transforming from man to woman, revealing himself to actually be Simona.

Simona opened her mouth and spat fire at Wake which he managed to dodge, though singeing his feet. Running towards her, he launched a quick succession of hand signs. Simona dodged Wake as he ran by, her hair, coming to life, grabbed his neck as he passed, interrupting his enchantment. Simona snapped him backwards flinging him into nearby coral rocks. Before Wake could recover Simona was on him, clawing him with elongated nails. Wake grabbed Simona's neck and with his free hand brought a coral rock around to her head. He kept smashing the rock against her forehead until Simona fell motionless into the water, blood pouring from her crushed cranium. Wake exhaustedly moved away from her body but was grabbed by his legs and pulled backwards. Wake was lifted into the air and twisted around to come face to face with a dragoness. Simona had lost control for her abilities and started to take shape to her true form. Her tail was holding Wake aloft in the air as she swung her claws at him, tearing his flesh. Simona clapped his ears, deafening him and also causing him to lose his sound-based sight. Dropping him, Simona began to stomp Wake into unconsciousness. Once Wake was defeated Simona drug him back to the shore, retaking her human form. Waiting for her was DaChase and a full battalion of his men.

Meanwhile, Ebon ran. Chasing him were a pair of witches flying through the trees as Ebon swung and jumped from branch to branch. Ebon grabbed one of the branches and held it back waiting for one of the witches to come within range. One of the screaming women drew close as he released it, flinging the branch back upon her. A loud 'crack' was heard as Ebon looked back to see the witch impaled on the branch through her face. Unsheathing his sword that he had taken from the wild men, Ebon ran towards the other witch as she came towards him as well.

Saturday, March 1, 2008

Tribeca: Part 6






The beauty of the lands of Tribeca were illuminated by the bright light of the full moon that hovered patiently over it. It was as if the moon were stalling time, trying to hold off the violence that the new day would bring. DaChase stood silently on his daughter's balcony. Watching over his lands, peering even further off into the direction of the Steridian Forests and the Azurine cliffs beyond them; out into the distant sea. Alot had transpired in the night before, scarring his body with injuries, but he was unconcerned about his wounds, grateful for them even; because now, with the help of his surgeons he had improved upon himself. He looked down at his taloned hands, gratings his fingers along the railing of Feria's balcony, sparks flew from the bar as metal hands on metal railing vied for dominance. DaChase's new eye had been enchanted by his warlock, so that it could see a thousand times normal sight. What would look miles and miles away to the human eye DaChase saw so closely he felt as if he could touch it. His new eye also allowed him to see the inner workings of living bodies, so he could tell when he was being lied to or about to be attacked. He would have his revenge on Wake. He cursed himself for ever being foolish enough to trust the outsider.

Wake had appeared one day from out of the Steridian Forest, battered and blinded but still extremely dangerous. He had killed a squadron of DaChase's men who had confronted him and tried to take him into custody. It was not until promises of wealth and peace from battles that Wake finally calmed enough for DaChase to interrogate him thoroughly. He learned that Wake was a wandering mystic who was on his way to offer his services to Prince Koa but had been waylayed by the Steridian forest and the King of the Azurine cliffs. DaChase offered Wake a position with him instead, telling him that Koa's bastard son was in his charge and that he needed a trainer, of both mysticism and the stealth arts. Wake agreed to take the position. A bit too quickly DaChase now thought.

He turned from the balcony and re-entered Feria's room, looking around it and seeing images of his daughter on her bed and at her vanity, brushing her hair or writing letters. He shook the visions away, they were replaced by a woman entering into Feria's bed chamber escorted by two of his guards; she was stunning in beauty with long crimson hair and amber skin, dressed in rags but still holding herself with great pride.
"Ah, Simona. You have made it. Thank you for coming. I need your help. My daughter is missing and I need for you to locate some traitors for me." The woman smiled an evil grin as she bent over in service.

"As you wish my lord." Simona was the see-er that DaChase had ordered. Her appearance was deceiving, she took on the form of a young seductress but nobody had ever seen her true appearance, she was rumored to be hundreds of years old, a daughter of demons and dragons forced into DaChase's servitude after he had discovered her soul, cut it from her and hid it away. She made herself appear young and beautiful to DaChase so that he would not torture and kill her, instead he took a liking to Simona and made her do his biddings with her gifts of foresight and tracking...among other things.

DaChase grew excited in his loins watching the woman but pushed aside such thoughts.
"I need for you to locate Wake and tell me his plans. He will not escape my vengeance. Also, look out for Ebon, he should be with Wake but one can never be too cautious. After you find them I will need you to tell me the whereabouts of my daughter Feria, she disappeared with no trace or notice today. I must know where she is. "
Simona smiled to herself. Her eyes glazed over, rolling into the back of her head until only the whites were visible, they began to glow a yellow-green color.
"Wake prepares to leave these lands as we speak. He gathers supplies as if he were going on a trip...he is near a harbor...."
"Dapers Reef!" DaChase exclaimed. He looked to his guards.
"Ready the men. I want them waiting for Wake when he makes his move." The guards nodded and hurriedly left the room. Simona drew back upright, her breasts fell out from the rags. DaChase's mouth watered. She continued.
"...the boy Ebon is in the midst of great danger. He wanders Steridian Forest. He is armed but the bands of wild men he has encountered are only small threats. There are more powerful enemies to be met."
DaChase drew silent. Ebon was not to be harmed. His plan must come to be and Ebon was the key piece. Wake was a fool to send him into Steridian alone. He wasn't ready. He turned back to the balcony.
'Well, warlock, you heard her. Ebon is alone in the Steridian Forests. I will not have him harmed..too badly. Fetch him for me. Kill any who threaten him."
A shadow that had gone unnoticed by DaChase's men but not Simona appeared in the doorway of the balcony. A broad cloaked figure bowed to Da Chase then leaped over the railing, vanishing into the dark night's silence, appearing to become one with the moon's rays. Simona then began to convulse and shake and scream....DaChase turned back to her and watched her curiously as she tore off her rags and flung herself onto Feria's bed in the center of the room where she continued to flail.

"Feria is lost. Only she can reveal her true whereabouts...they have her." Simona exhaled, her voice not her own. DaChase continued to watch the woman, his body responding to the nude flesh of her breasts, the inviting curves of her thighs. He approached the bed. He had an angered look but with a thought it passed...After a few more moments Simona lay still. DaChase disrobed and climbed on top of her, aligning his now fully awoke erection with her wet wildness. Simona did not acknowledge him nor did she fight him, still lost in her own visions. Her eyes still glowed their greenish hue. DaChase rammed himself into her, causing her to gasp.
"If Feria is lost...then we must make another."