Killian's Moon

Hey guys, recently I was able to take part in a gay romance event. A person will find a picture, post it in an album and tell you what they want the story to be about, well, here was my interpretation! I hope you enjoy, and if you like it, go ahead and join the group, they have awesome events, and even more stories in this event!

The holovision stops chirping and I sigh with relief, trying to relax back into sleep. When I wake up I must remember to change the settings to not let correspondences through so early.

“Taven, I see you.” I haven’t heard Killian’s voice in two years, outside of dreams. Dreams where he doesn’t turn into a shiftless vagabond whenever we start getting close. But that isn’t like Killian; he likes to travel, and he likes to run when things start getting too real. Content that the dream is claiming me again, I relax back into the warm embrace of my bed imagining Killian wrapping me in his loving embrace, where there will be more than sex this time.

The holovision chirps again and I growl in protest.

“Go away,” I mutter to myself.

“No,” comes the voice again. I start coming to myself, realizing the voice is within my home, and talking to me. That’s impossible.

“What has you so excited, Taven?” he asks. “Your sheets are tenting up pretty good.”

And I am getting excited. The timbre of the voice brings back memories of trysts under the stars and it’s almost like I can feel Killian moving inside of me in this half-sleeping state I’m in.

“Oh, for the love of God, wake up!” he insists.

I roll over with a moan to look at the incoming correspondence and smile when I see the familiar holographic face of Killian floating above the holovision.

“Hey there, sunshine!” The three-dimensional face smiles at me.

“What! Killian, what are you doing invading my holo?” I yelp, balling the blankets in my lap so he can’t see my rising excitement.

“Too late, I’ve already seen it. And if you remember correctly, I’m one of the few people you programmed into your holo to have unapproved access. I can pop in on you anytime I want. Maybe I even watch you sleep!” His eyebrows knit together and he takes on a creepy look. “Wouldn’t that be something?” [Read More Here. . . .]

Works in Progress

When I had started writing under this pen name I thought I was going to write a lot of gay paranormal romance, but now that stories are starting to form on paper I find that they aren't paranormal at all. I have written some idea's for paranormal stories, but I see that they are taking a back burner. Instead the stories that are forming are about ordinary people with every day problems that find romance along the way.

The best thing about writing under this name is that I get to delve into the darker corners of my mind, plunge into the side of my personality that I don't show in my regular writing. I get to explore the adventuristic side of me, the wild romantic side, and the deviously erotic side as well. The stories are very realistic, with very real problems that surround gay people in today's world.

The inspiration for almost all of my stuff comes from Lana Del Rey. I never really knew the reason for this until just recently, but I found that I want to feel in a relationship the way I feel when I listen to Lana, and that is with all of my heart. She brings out a side of me that I don't normally see, and that shows through in my writing.

There are three books so far that are coming together. I don't have the titles for all of them, but one title is "By Any Other Name" which is some kind of coming out story. The thing I find with the new stories I am writing is there is a lot of self discovery, this doesn't always mean they are about coming out, because I don't think many of my stories will be. Instead it is about people meeting, and through their romance they learn something about themselves that they didn't know was there previously.

One thing you can expect from these books is that they aren't always your soft, fluffy romances. The people are being created to seem real, and so are the romances. I think this will make them more engaging and more tangible for you. Also, don't always expect happy endings, or happy for now endings.

My sister told me once that when I write romance it tends to be kind of violent, and I really see that showing through in one of the stories. There is an all consuming first love feel to it, even though neither of the characters are inexperienced with lovers. It is kind of the type of people that shouldn't be together, but are, and can't help it. Almost like a bright hot fire that will burn out fast, but it is all-consuming while it lasts. This is my most exciting one. I still don't know the title, though I am thinking it will be "Wild Side."

Anyway, my rambling is done for now. Stay tuned and see what comes from these stories!

Even Then

I bought the assorted wild flowers at the local grocery store, and paired with a note that said "I am sorry" I slipped them into his mailbox. He responded later in the day with a note in my mailbox that said "You have nothing to feel sorry about."

I was 17, he was 22 and the focus of my affection at the time. I have no idea why, he was an ass. He had invited me to his house and sat by me on the couch showing me pictures. I had been warned about him, told by those much wiser than I to stay away from him. I didn't believe them. I thought I was the one who could change him.

He went pee and left the door open. If I had known then what I know now I would have been able to see he just wanted sex. I was naive. He invited me to a drag queen ball that night, and I was eager to accept. My friend Anna and I spent some time picking out an outfit and putting glitter in my longer hair and on my face (because that was hot then). I was set. I was ready for him when he picked me up in his car.

He left his hand laying on the seat, and I wondered if he wanted me to hold his hand (of course he did, isn't that the "cool" universal way to say you aren't interested but your hand is right there if the other person happens to hold it?)

I spent a large part of the night alone. I did meet some people toward the end of the ball that were pretty awesome. For some reason there was a lot of people that could tell I was hung up on this guy, though I never told them and they had never met me. They took me under their wing, dancing with me and laughing with me and even trying to make my feet pick up some kind of beat.

It was all so strange for me coming from the small town I am from, but they got me to loosen up and even made me wear a magic hat they convinced me would allow me to dance better (it seemed to work). The "head" drag queen (who's male name was Rob) pulled me out on the dance floor for the last song (something tremendously gay like It's Raining Men or something) and we danced.

We went out after that for coffee. I sat with the drag queen named Rob and the focus of my raging hormones sat with some flaming blond he picked up at the dance. My new friends (who I never their got names or saw again) offered to drive me home but I told them no, there was no sense in them taking me all the way home when he was going the same way.

On the way back I sat in the back. There was no hand proffered for me to hold (the flamer had that between his legs) there was no veiled glances in my direction (his eyes burned for the homo beside him). And still I felt the need to apologize the following day as if I had done something wrong.

I stood there the following day looking at the note he had left in my mailbox (he was too much a coward to knock on my door) and wondered if we would ever meet again. I eagerly went to the gay and lesbian meetings week after week waiting to see if he would show, but he was absent every time. Some gorgeous man named George made friends with me then but George is another topic for another post.

Why Erotica?

There is something freeing in reading (and writing) erotica. Within the pages of an erotic book (bits if you read digitally) we can lose ourselves to our darkest fantasies. There is such a dogma placed on sex now that often we find it hard to enjoy sex and stories about sex. For this reason I feel erotica has such a market.

It is very easy for us to relate to the main character because they are undergoing a transformation of discovery that we can't often go through because it isn't acceptable. There is a whole slave subculture that works hidden from most of us. Can you imagine (for a moment) being a sex slave? Sure, it is good to fantasize about, but is it practical in your daily life? Maybe it is.

To me erotica is a true escape because you are living a life most people don't get to live. You live the life of the character and you take those hesitant steps with them. Maybe your heart races with each thrill, and maybe you long for their lovers touch just as they do. Whatever the reason I make this vow to always entertain, always thrill, and always push the envelope you can't push in your daily life.

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