Music Monday - Marooned Without Pants

Enjoy some Maroon 5. And then enjoy some pantsless Adam Levine. You're welcome.

Lyrics:

You push me
I don't have the strength to
Resist or control you
Take me down, take me down

You hurt me
But do I deserve this?
You make me so nervous
Calm me down, calm me down

Wake you up
In the middle of the night to say
I will never walk away again
I'm never gonna leave this bed, oh

So come here
And never leave this place
Perfection of your face
Slows me down, slows me down

So fall down
I need you to trust me
Go easy, don't rush me
Help me out, why don't you help me out?

Wake you up
In the middle of the night to say
I will never walk away again
I'm never gonna leave this bed, oh

So you say "Go, it isn't working"
And I say "No, it isn't perfect"
So I stay instead
I'm never gonna leave this bed

Take it, take it all
Take all that I have
I'd give it all away just to get you back

And fake it, fake it all
Take what I can get

Knockin' so loud
Can you hear me yet
Try to stay awake but you can't forget

Wake you up
In the middle of the night to say
I will never walk away again
I'm never gonna leave this bed, oh

You say "Go, it isn't working"
And I say "No, it isn't perfect"
So I stay instead
I'm never gonna leave this bed, ooh

Take it, take it all
Take all that I have
Take it, take it all
Take all that I have
Take it, take it all
Take all that I have
Take it, take it all
Take all that I have

Take it, take it all
Take all that I have
Take it, take it all
Take all that I have
Take it, take it all
Take all that I have

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Suit Up Sunday - No Pants Montage Edition

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Public Service Announcement (And a Contest)

Did you know that the first Monday in May is No Pants Day? This year, it happens to fall on Star Wars day, May 4th. I'm telling you this as a public service announcement. I want to make sure you're not caught out with your junk out. Because that's exactly what happens to Bennie in my new novella, Bennie's Wish. 


Bennie is a model, and he's taking some time away with his friend. They're going to a No Pants Day brunch, but Bennie's forgotten something--his underpants. 


Don't go commando on No Pants Day. May the 4th be with you. But not your pants.


How do you plan to celebrate No Pants day? Tweet me (@xaraxanakas) or Facebook a picture of the underpants you plan to wear next Friday, and I'll enter you in a drawing for a copy of Bennie's Wish and a swag pack, including a pair instant underpants (just so you're ready).


Contest ends Thursday, May 3. 


For now, here's a taster of Bennie's Wish, due Friday, May 4, from Dreamspinner. 


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“I said, do you see something you like?”

Ally’s eyes shot up to meet Bennie’s, and he could feel the blush starting on his neck. His ears burned like he was standing too close to a fire. Bennie was smirking, with one eyebrow up. “Sorry,” he said before turning and almost running to the bathroom. Once inside, he slammed the door shut and leaned against it. His eyes were burning, and his breath was coming in gasps. What had he been thinking? He had nearly grabbed the man as he lay there on Ally’s bed. Just because Bennie was being paid to be there didn’t mean he wanted Ally pawing him. He really was getting desperate. The first cock in his bed that wasn’t attached to his own body, and he couldn’t control his hands. He let out a growl and went to the sink. All he could see in the mirror was his own bright red face staring back at him. He gripped the cool marble tight to keep his hands from shaking.

That smirk on Bennie’s face was etched in his mind. He knew what he was doing to Ally—he had to be doing it on purpose. What would he have done if Ally had actually reached under that silly flowered material to grab his cock? He could tell Bennie liked to be watched. His body had reacted to the way Ally stood there, mesmerized. The semihard cock stood at attention, apparently starving for some affection.

Was Bennie out there, fuming because Ally refused to play along? As he stood there, he pictured Bennie’s smirk going from amusement to anger. He was probably ready to get this over with already. Ally wondered how many customers he scheduled in a day. He had to be anxious to get on to his next trick. Standing there, it was easy to picture Bennie getting angrier by the second. Finally, he’d get up and storm across the room. Ally closed his eyes, and the imagery took over his senses. Bennie, stalking across his bedroom to stand outside the locked bathroom door, those blue eyes blazing in contrast to his dark skin. He’d bang on the door, but Ally wouldn’t answer.

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I wonder where it's going from there. 


And remember: semper ubi sub ubi. 

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Kilt Friday - Diesel Powered

No fair! I wanna peek too! :(

 

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Tattoo Tuesday - DILF

Dawww. And woof!

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Music Monday - Eve of War

I used to listen to this on vinyl with my brothers. I hope the odds of the revived tour coming to town are considerably better than the chances of anything coming from Mars.

Lyrics:
JOURNALIST: No one would have believed, in the last years of the
nineteenth century, that human affairs were being watched from the timeless worlds
of space.
No one could have dreamed we were being scrutinized, as someone with a microscope
studies creatures that swarm and multiply in a drop of water. Few men even considered
the possibility of life on other planets and yet, across the gulf of space, minds
immeasurably superior to ours regarded this Earth with envious eyes, and slowly and
surely, they drew their plans against us.
At midnight on the twelfth of August, a huge mass of luminous gas erupted from Mars
and sped towards Earth. Across two hundred million miles of void, invisibly hurtling
towards us, came the first of the missiles that were to bring so much calamity to Earth.
As I watched, there was another jet of gas. It was another missile, starting on its way.
And that's how it was for the next ten nights. A flare, spurting out from Mars - bright
green, drawing a green mist behind it - a beautiful, but somehow disturbing sight. Ogilvy,
the astronomer, assured me we were in no danger. He was convinced there could be no
living thing on that remote, forbidding planet.
"The chances of anything coming from Mars are a million to one," he said.
"The chances of anything coming from Mars are a million to one - but still they
come!"
JOURNALIST: Then came the night the first missile approached Earth. It was thought
to be an ordinary falling star, but next day there was a huge crater in the middle of the
Common, and Ogilvy came to examine what lay there: a cylinder, thirty yards across,
glowing hot... and with faint sounds of movement coming from within.
Suddenly the top began moving, rotating, unscrewing, and Ogilvy feared there was a
man inside, trying to escape. he rushed to the cylinder, but the intense heat stopped him
before he could burn himself on the metal.
"The chances of anything coming from Mars are a million to one," he said.
"The chances of anything coming from Mars are a million to one - but they still
come!"
"Yes, the chances of anything coming from Mars are a million to one," he said.
"The chances of anything coming from Mars are a million to one - but they still come!"
It seems totally incredible to me now that everyone spent that evening as
though it were just like any other. From the railway station came the sound of
shunting trains, ringing and rumbling, softened almost into melody by the distance. It all
seemed so safe and tranquil. 



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Suit Up Sunday - Minions

needed. Now accepting applications.

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