Welcome to the Tease Me Thursday blog hop! This is the 13th week of TMT.
When it's not quite Friday, and you're feeling like some fun from your favorite authors and authors you haven't met yet. Come on in, have a seat, and most of all... have fun! For this hop you post 7 paragraphs or 7 sentences or even 7 words. It can be from a WIP or something published.
Somethig a little different this week. This is just a fun little scene from the third book of my mainstream (m/f, non-erotic) WIP. Hopefully one of these days, I'll finish the monstrous epic.
A little background: Cub is a very short, very pregnant, human female, while Stewart is a very tall, very broad, Scottish vampire. Gray is a the narrator's gay boss, who is enamoured of all the vampires.
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From DAMSELS & DONORS, BOOK III: THE RISE OF THE AMICI...
"Do you really go commando under that kilt?" Cub asked with a snicker. When Stewart reached for her hand, Cub squeaked with wide eyes. "Let me go! What on earth?"
"I'm showing ye what's under ma kilt. Be gentle." Stewart was trying desperately not to laugh, and just barely succeeded when he said, "They're right here under ma sporran." He reached up under his kilt with Cub's hand and she screeched so loudly that we all winced with the volume. Cub yanked her hand away, shrieking and squawking and jumping up and down. The guys roared with laughter. Stewart turned his back for a moment and fiddled with something, and then turned to Cub. In his hand, he held a water balloon, bound in the middle with a rubber band to create what must have felt like a rather realistic set of testicles.
"I'm sorry, wee lassie. I couldna resist."
Lex cackled and grabbed the balloon from Stewart. "Oh my god!" she wheezed. "Are these life-sized, Stew? They're pretty big. Here Sofie! Catch Stew's junk!"
I wasn't quick enough to catch Stew's manly bits, however, and they hit the ground at Gray's feet, bursting with an anti-climactic swish. Gray scoffed and said, "I guess that's as close as I'll ever get to Stewart's balls."
There was complete and utter silence for several seconds, and then we all burst into hysterics. Lex used the distraction to get closer to Stewart, and flipped the back of his kilt up, exposing his gloriously muscular naked ass. All of the ladies, and Gray, bent quickly to look.
"I was wrong!" the latter said with wide eyes.
"Do you really go commando under that kilt?" Cub asked with a snicker. When Stewart reached for her hand, Cub squeaked with wide eyes. "Let me go! What on earth?"
"I'm showing ye what's under ma kilt. Be gentle." Stewart was trying desperately not to laugh, and just barely succeeded when he said, "They're right here under ma sporran." He reached up under his kilt with Cub's hand and she screeched so loudly that we all winced with the volume. Cub yanked her hand away, shrieking and squawking and jumping up and down. The guys roared with laughter. Stewart turned his back for a moment and fiddled with something, and then turned to Cub. In his hand, he held a water balloon, bound in the middle with a rubber band to create what must have felt like a rather realistic set of testicles.
"I'm sorry, wee lassie. I couldna resist."
Lex cackled and grabbed the balloon from Stewart. "Oh my god!" she wheezed. "Are these life-sized, Stew? They're pretty big. Here Sofie! Catch Stew's junk!"
I wasn't quick enough to catch Stew's manly bits, however, and they hit the ground at Gray's feet, bursting with an anti-climactic swish. Gray scoffed and said, "I guess that's as close as I'll ever get to Stewart's balls."
There was complete and utter silence for several seconds, and then we all burst into hysterics. Lex used the distraction to get closer to Stewart, and flipped the back of his kilt up, exposing his gloriously muscular naked ass. All of the ladies, and Gray, bent quickly to look.
"I was wrong!" the latter said with wide eyes.
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