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M.K. Elliott
When you’re writing m/f, you will (almost) always have
one character who is naturally softer and more submissive. There isn’t this balance with m/m. Both men can be tough
and physically strong. I like that part of writing m/m! Plus men talk
differently to each other. They say what they mean and don’t play the sort of guessing games women do!
Lucy Felthouse
It’s not hugely different, I don’t think. People fall in love just the same,
regardless of genre. The things to keep in mind, though, are that men and women
speak differently, so I have to remain conscious of that all the time, and I
often get feedback from beta readers to “man up” my speech a bit. Also, when it’s m/f, you can just say he and she,
and not have to mention names all the time. But to keep saying he did this, he
did that, you have to really make sure it’s clear to the reader who’s doing what—especially when it comes to sex scenes! But it’s worth it... two guys together is hot! ;)
Clare London
For me, it is … and it isn’t. Human nature is the same, basic
plots are the same, the settings are the same. What I find most different is
the dynamic between the characters, especially in romance. Men relate to each
other very differently than to a woman. The fun of writing either is the fact
that it’s deliciously different from the
other – if that makes sense LOL.
KD Grace
I think writing
m/m is much more direct because the way men relate to each other is more direct
than the way women do with each other or the way men and woman do. There’s an economy of words, a bluntness, and I think
less second-guessing in the heads of the characters.
Ashe Barker
I found it more
of a challenge to get the dialogue right. It needed to be ‘blokey’, men talking to each other use different
vocabulary and it was a little more difficult to get properly into the
characters’ point of view. The variations to the
biology are obvious though, and do offer fresh opportunities to get creative.
Sarah Masters
I prefer writing
in the male POV, so being able to do that twice in one book for both characters
is a bonus. I have a policy of “think bloke”—I like to imagine how a man would say/see
things. I can’t explain why, but writing m/m is
just easier.
Lily Harlem
Not that much. I
write both and don't struggle to switch between the genres. At the end of the
day it's about attraction, love and lust. The anatomy of the sex is obviously a
bit different but the emotions that go with the story are the same. I adore
writing either, add in an extra few people so it's menage a trois, or menage a
quatre and I'm a happy bunny!
Josephine Myles
This is a tricky
one for me to answer because I’ve only written a handful of m/f and
m/m/f short stories, but I suppose the main difference is that when writing
m/m, I don’t have to agonise so much about my
portrayal of female characters. I’m a staunch feminist and enjoy
writing BDSM, but I find myself in huge amounts of conflict if I want to write
a submissive female character. I suppose I could write femdom, but that’s not what I’m into. Having both characters of the same gender helps to even out any
power imbalances. That said, I had a D/s heterosexual couple as side characters
in my last BDSM novel (How to Train Your Dom in Five Easy Steps) and I never
felt I was portraying Maddie as weak—she was a strong and gutsy
submissive. But then again, I never had to write any sex scenes between her and
her partner...
Graham’s bedroom is unfussy, but with just
enough in the way of creature comforts to escape being utilitarian. A solid
teak bed—very sturdy, with a matching double wardrobe and drawers. He has a
huge television screen mounted on the wall facing the bed, and a door leads to
the en suite bathroom. That’s all the detail I manage to take in before we come
together in a frenzy of kissing and shedding of clothes. We roll across the
bed, kicking off shoes, unfastening shirts. I tug my work T-shirt over my head
at the same time as Graham unzips my jeans. He reaches for my cock, now fully
erect, and squeezes it in his fist.
“Oh, God. Oh, fucking hell.” I let out the
low moan as he draws his hand along the length of my dick, slow at first, then
pumping faster. I manage to wriggle out of my jeans and shorts without causing
him to break contact, and somehow toe off my socks as well.
Now I’m naked, but Graham is still wearing
his trousers. Not good. Nowhere near good enough. I grab the waistband and pop
the button.
“Yes, so fast.” I don’t want to seem over
eager, but shit…!
“Condoms?”
“In my jeans.” I’m not given to bouts of
religious fervour but I offer up thanks to any deity who might be listening
that I am blessed with an innate sense of responsibility and self-preservation,
which means I am never unprepared. Well, not entirely. I hope Graham can lay
his hands on some lubricant, although I’m not against a little improvisation. I
roll to the edge of the bed and rummage among my discarded clothes to retrieve
three foil packets. Should be enough. I hope. For now.
“Give.” Graham holds out his free hand.
I’m grateful that he hasn’t seen fit to
release his grip on my cock. I drop the condoms into his palm and return to my
task of relieving him of his pants.
Graham glances at the condoms. His grin is
lust-filled. I suspect my optimism is not misplaced. He tosses the sachets onto
the pillow.
Moments later we are both naked. His tackle
is in my hand, swelling, solid, seriously impressive. I clench my arse in
anticipation. This is going to be one hell of a tight fit, but I like it like
that. I cup his balls with my other hand. They feel heavy and I squeeze. He
twitches in my hands, and groans.
“Christ, Alex. Don’t stop. Don’t fucking
stop.”
The thought never entered my head. Graham’s
fist is still stroking up and down my dick but the pace has become more
leisurely now as my work on his cock grabs his undivided attention. I don’t
mind that, don’t care. There’s time, and I want to please him, to give him as
much pleasure as I’m able.
I shift into a kneeling position beside him
and lean over to lick the head of his cock. The slit is already opening to leak
droplets of clear, slick pre-cum. It tastes salty, the tang familiar yet
unique, a flavour that is just Graham. I open my lips to take in the head and
as much of his length as I can manage. I start by using the pocket of my inner
cheek, but I’m soon shifting position again, now kneeling between his legs to
draw the whole of his dick into my mouth and throat.
Graham’s fingers are in my hair, holding my
head, but he doesn’t try to force the pace. It wouldn’t bother me if he did, I
don’t mind things getting a bit rough. Even so, I appreciate his restraint, his
good manners.
I suck on his cock, using my hands to
massage his balls. Graham is writhing under me, his low moans and breathy,
guttural curses telling me in no uncertain terms that I’m on the right track. I
speed up, ramp up the pressure. I press harder, squeeze a little more, digging
my fingers into the rough skin of his scrotum. I scrape my teeth along the
wide, swollen head, then swipe my tongue over the smooth curves. The trickle of
pre-cum builds, delicious, both sweet and tart at the same time. My saliva
mingles with it as I bob my head up and down to take as much of him as I
possibly can.
“Alex, I’m close…”
I ignore the warning, tightening my grip on
his nuts as his orgasm builds and boils within him. He stiffens in my hands,
poised in those final few moments. I continue to work him hard and fast. With a
muffled obscenity his cock leaps in my mouth and the hot flood of semen hits
the back of my throat. I was expecting it, but still I have to work to swallow,
to keep my airway clear. The jizz continues to flow, his balls pumping the warm
fluid into my mouth as fast as I can swallow it.
I don’t lose a drop. Not one. When Graham
finally stops coming I remain in place to clean every last smear from his dick
before raising my head. I lick my lips as I admire his expression of
contentment, He’s an attractive man—I’d thought that the moment I’d set eyes on
him. In this moment, relaxed, sated, he is utterly beautiful.
I flop back down alongside him. He turns to
me and cups my cheek.
“Thank you. It’s been a while…”
“Yeah?” I find that something of a surprise
but make no further comment as Graham props himself up on one elbow to lean
over me.
His kiss is more gentle now, less
demanding. Exploring, tasting, sharing the exquisite flavour of his release,
the residue still lingering in my mouth.
“God, that’s so sexy. So fucking hot.” He
murmurs the words against my neck and reaches for my dick again. His caress is
still firm, just the way I like it.
I can get off like this, but I really
prefer…
“Fuck me.” I can hear the growl in my
voice—being randy as a tomcat will do that for me every time.
“Sure. Love to.”
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Bodywork
By Ashe Barker
Alex is doing okay. His body repair shop
makes enough to live on, he has a decent apartment, life is fine. That all
changes when he runs into Graham in a supermarket car park – literally. He
offers to fix the damage to Graham’s car free of charge. The sparks soon fly,
and the heat between them has nothing to do with welding equipment.
Breaking
the Marine By M.K. Elliott
Brandon Rosen hadn’t planned for his final
night before enrolling in the Royal Marines to involve a hot stranger and a pub
car park. And he certainly hadn’t planned for that same hot stranger to turn up
at the barracks in the form of his Drill Instructor, Corporal Will Stewart. In
the testosterone fuelled environment of the training camp, can Brandon and Will
overcome past pains and face up to what they really want? Or will the Royal
Marine Commando School break their relationship before it even gets started?
Love on Location By Lucy Felthouse
When Theo Samuels heads off to film on
location in the village of Stoneydale, he’s expecting drama to take place on
camera, not off. But when he meets gorgeous local lad, Eddie Henderson, he
struggles to ignore his attraction. A relationship between the two of them
would be utterly impractical, yet they’re drawn together nonetheless. Can they
overcome the seemingly endless hurdles between them? Or is their fling destined
to remain as just that?
Landscapes
By K D Grace
Alonso Darlington has a disturbing method
of keeping landscaper, Reese Chambers, both safe from and oblivious to his
dangerous lust for the man. But Reese isn’t easy to keep secrets from, and
Alonso wants way more than to admire the man from afar. Can he risk a real
relationship without risking Reese’s life?
The
Chase By Lily Harlem
Steve’s killing time working in a comedy
club. Why not? It makes him laugh and both the clientele and the comedians are
not just fit but also great company. One stand up joker decides to create a
wild goose chase for Steve and his ex Robert. Cavorting around Cardiff on a
frosty night, however, does more than just show them the way to a threesome, it
also reveals the reasons why they should give each other one more shot.
Dish
of the Day By Clare London
Richie’s sunk all his hopes and savings
into a new restaurant in south London promoting British ingredients and
recipes. His best friends Craig and Ben should be around to help him celebrate
the grand opening, but it looks like it’s all heading for disaster – until his
friends step in to tell him some home truths. Then they’ll help him relax and
enjoy their loving, intimate menu instead.
E2
By Sarah Masters
When Archie meets Dan after The Change, he
realises there is no such thing as a random meeting of soul mates, it’s all
mapped out in the stars. Now all he’s got to do is hope those orbiting planets
stay in alignment and true love finds him again.
Locked
Out By Josephine Myles
Getting accidentally locked out of his
hotel room on Valentine’s Day night is embarrassing enough for teacher Martin
Cooper, but the fact he’s stark naked makes it even worse. It doesn’t help that
the one person he runs into is Rod, the gorgeous man he’d been checking out
earlier in the hotel pool. But when Rod offers Martin a refuge, the night heats
up. Now if only Martin could get the hang of this seduction business…
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