Monday, October 26, 2009

Muse of the Day

ARTICLE PRINTED IN 'THE LONDON TOWN CRIER' NEWSPAPER, PAGE 18:

FRENCH COLLECTOR'S BALL THE RICHEST TICKET IN TOWN

Plantation owner and rare art collector Pierre Perron will once again host a who's who of the world's glitterati at his annual masked ball in Venice. Held at Perron's private palazzo on the banks of the Grand Canal, the party is one of the hottest events on the social calendar. Attendees include everyone from European tycoons to A-list Hollywood stars, all of whom send traditional Venetian mask-makers into a creative spin.

"The masks give a sense of danger, a sense of style and personality," says Perron. "I usually know exactly who is behind which mask, but every year I'm guaranteed several surprise guests will pop up. This year I'm expecting my ball to go off with a bang!"

Photos from the erotic "Readings in Bed" at the Supperclub in San Francisco



FROM THE LECTURE NOTES OF WILL HUNTER:

What did he just say about the ruins at Ankor Wat? I missed it again. Damn I have trouble concentrating in this class: you would too if you had an archeology professor like Nathan James; if he'd done to you what he did to me last night after tutorial.

I'm watching him know as he walks from one end of the lecture stage to the other, passionately talking about King Suryavarman II and his reign over 12th century Cambodia. But all I'm hearing is the sound of his hot, passionate breath in my ear. He's only thrity-two - young for a professor - and damn he's handsome. You know, in that rugged, academic kinda way. Hell, the thought of him is makin' me hard all over again!

I push back in my chair now. My legs need the room. I feel myself tightening the grip on my pen, pushing harder on the paper now, as I imagine Nathan's bare stomach pressing against my back. I close my eyes and I imagine his strong arms wrapped around my naked torso. I take a deep breath and I can smell his skin, warm and brown and glistening. I tilt my head back and open my mouth, and I can taste his tongue on my lips. I groan softly and I can hear -

"Will, perhaps you'd like to answer that question for us?"

Shit! God! I feel a rush of ecstasy between my thighs as he calls my name! I snap my pen in half. My notes end up all over the floor. And suddenly...

...the entire lecture hall is looking at me!

I'm panting, my face flush. I quickly scoop up my notes and place them over my suddenly wet, bulging crotch. The jeans ain't hiding anything! And all I can do is offer up a feeble, "Question? What question was that, sir?"

Nathan smiles knowingly, then continues with the lesson, adequately amused. Yet I can't help but notice the bulge in his own jeans.

What a smart ass! What a hot ass!

Muse of the Day

ARTICLE PRINTED IN 'THE LONDON TOWN CRIER' NEWSPAPER, PAGE 12

FREEDOM REBEL ESCAPES CAPTURE AGAIN

Liberdade Rebel Leader Natalya Zarkovsky has once again eluded Russian Federation forces in the latest effort to capture the notorious civil war criminal. While the majority of her fellow comrades were killed in an air strike fifty kilometers north of the old war port of Karosta in West Latvia, self-proclaimed General Zarkovsky escaped without trace.

For the past five years, the Liberdade Rebel Forces have killed and maimed over 300 innocent civilians in their attempts to shift government policies in Russia and assert their own authority.

It is feared that 32-year-old General Zarkovsky - an ex-officer in the Russian Air Force - may now heighten the level of terrorism already demonstrated by one of the world's most nefarious rebel armies.

Other sources report that Zarkovsky has formed an allegiance with infamous international terrorist Caro Sholtez, whose crimes against humanity ended with his incareration at Laptev Strait Prison, located in the barren icy landscape of Northern Siberia and home to the world's most infamous criminals.

In the meantime, Russian Federation forces continue the hunt for Natalya Zarkovsky.

Muse of the Day

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

THE RIDDLE OF THE SANDS San Francisco Book Tour

Well I’m back in Australia now after a wonderful, whirlwind tour of San Francisco launching THE RIDDLE OF THE SANDS and I want to say a big thankyou to those bookstores that made me feel so welcome and at home! If you’re ever in the San Francisco area and need a good book, you won’t find a nicer bunch of people than the folks at BOOKS INC and A DIFFERENT LIGHT in Castro, as well as Eric’s awesome book nook BOOK ZOO in Oakland. By supporting these guys we can help keep independent bookstores alive and thriving!

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Muse of the Day

LETTER FROM THE U.S. CONSULATE IN CAIRO, EGYPT, TO WILLIAM HUNTER:

Dear William,

I am writing to inform you of my new posting to the United States Embassy in Cairo. I will be dedicating myself to our international relationship with Egypt for at least the next three years, and will be unable to visit you in that time due to my commitment to affairs of state.

I hope this letter finds you well, and I hope, after my last correspondence, that your grades have improved. I have provided you with a first-class education, William. If you cannot appreciate the opportunities I've afforded you, then perhaps you will have to make your own opportunities. I'm sorry if that sounds harsh, but never forget, I am your father.

Please pass on my regards to Felix. Remind him to polish the silver in my study; the chess pieces were a gift from the Ambassador of Kenya.

Sincerely,
Charles Hunter

San Francisco Book Tour




Ah, San Francisco—a city filled with the crank and grind of constantly traveling cables; the New York of the west coast; a city that has grown up gay and is proud of it, through good times and bad.

My book tour for THE RIDDLE OF THE SANDS began here last night, with my first appearance at Books Inc in Castro (special thanks to Gregory for making me feel very much at home!) However I arrived in San Fran four days ago to get my bearings, enjoy some down time and walk from one end of the city to the other (God, my ass hurts! And no, it's not what you think...it's those hills!)

But the best part of my arrival here was discovering that THE RIDDLE OF THE SANDS had just hit #2 on Amazon's Gay Fiction Top 100! Champagne, anyone??

Sunday, October 4, 2009

FROM THE DIARIES OF ZEFFERINO, DISCOVERED IN A BASEMENT IN FLORENCE IN 1972:

16 November, 1641

The Master has taken a liking to me, and I to him. He sees a greater need for me now, I am more than a servant who fetches his wine when he is thirsty and breaks his cheese and bread for him when he is hungry and too drunk to paint or sculpt. He sees me now as his companion. His friend. His lover.

Two nights ago, for the first time ever, he asked me to pose for him. One of the greatest artists of our time suddenly took me by the hand and pulled off my tunic. I was carrying a tray at the time, and the half-empty chalice crashed to the floor, spilling wine like blood on the stones. But Videlle did not care. He took my jaw in his large, paint-stained hand and turned my head this way and that, then said, "I have never seen your beauty before. Why is that?"

I stammered my reply, "S-s-sir, I am not beautiful. M-m-merely dutiful."

My Master smiled. "I will make you dutiful indeed." With that he tore off the remainder of my clothing and stood staring at my naked body. His wide palm, his outstretched fingers, traced invisible strokes along the curves of my torso - down my chest, my trembling stomach, my unashamedly aroused cock. He squeezed the shaft of it gently in his hand and a groan escaped me. He played with my balls, he pulled at my cock, he slid his fist up and down my aching dick until my eyelids slid shut and my head rolled wildly on my shoulders and the hot stream of my manhood spilled into the red sea of wine at my feet.

When he was done, he did not release me. Instead he held my still-hard cock tight in his fist and listened to my breathless sighs, and whispered in my ear: "You are the one. You are the one I shall use to create the most daring, sinful work of my career."

Muse of the Day

Saturday, October 3, 2009

Meet sexpert, Dr Dick!

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TELEGRAM FROM DR. JOSEPH HADLEY TO PROFESSOR MAXIMILLIAN FATHOM

Date [undisclosed]

My Dearest Max,

It's been such a long time, I've missed you terribly since last we met. The work I was doing in Istanbul led to the opportunity to lead an excavation at a site in the Turkish desert, thirty miles south of Ankara, which is where I am now. I hope this telegram finds you well, and I hope it finds you swiftly and safely. I have urgent news.

Recently one of my apprentices unearthed a stone tablet with inscriptions on it I cannot identify. On this dig so far the most we've managed to find is pots and urns and the occasional spearhead. This stone is by far the most significant find of the excavation so far... and yet, Max, I am keeping it as confidential as I possibly can.

Max, I believe it may be one half of Zefferino's Stone.

I know this news will mean something of tremendous importance to you. I also know that you are not the only one aware of its significance. I will keep the stone safe and secret and await your reply, my dear friend; I hope this news reaches you before someone else finds out its whereabouts. That is my gravest fear.

Your friend always,
Dr Joseph Hadley