I'll be on TQ Social this Sun.!
I'll be on 
torquere_social this Sunday to promote my new shifter Xmas story, "Otter Madness"! Drop on by, leave a comment, and you'll be entered into a drawing for a free copy of the story!
It'll be released on Dec. 11th, and it's paranormal BDSM M/M/M. Sneak preview:
What is home? A decent-sized house on the outskirts of the city, which has a decent amount of space between us and the neighbors There's a bedroom, a potion lab, and a fully-equipped playroom which has walls that really swallow up sound. There's no fucking way anyone can hear me when Lucas decides to give me a good flogging.
Yes, even though he's human, he can tan my hide. It's kind of cool how he's able to... Whoa, I see something shiny in the closet!
Where was I? Oh right, what to wear to the club. Should I put on a pair of leather pants? Go naked except for a pair of cuffs? I know, I haven't worn this harness for a while. I pull it over my head and click the straps in place. Where's the matching wrist thing that goes with it? Is it on the top shelf?
Not here, where would he put it...? Wait! I know! I haven't tried the dresser. Let's see, black socks. Nope. Have to push those out of the way. White socks? He needs to get more variety. Like argyle socks, or... Oh wow, what's that interesting smell?
"Bryon! What the Hell?" a very familiar, deep voice calls out.
"Groink?" Hey, I know that sound! It's my mate! Is he saying something? Not important, it's play time! I go shooting past him and run into the bathroom. I see towels... I love towels!
"No! Bad otter!" Did he say something? Ooo, towels are so great to roll in! Especially for getting that itchy spot on my back. What's tickling my nose? I bat it away.
And now I see purple bottles! Must roll on my back and nom them... Tasty....
I'm right in the middle of tossing them when I notice that I can feel the dents in the plastic. I look at my paw, and I see pink skin instead of fur. Looks like I've shifted back and I'm buck naked. The harness must have fallen off my smaller otter-self. Speaking of which, I hope I didn't do too much damage.
Fail. It looks like the Tasmanian devil on speed has been in here. Soaking wet towels are all over the floor, the toilet paper's been unrolled, and all of the shampoo bottles have been tossed everywhere.
Lucas is squatting by the tub so he can look me right in the face. I recognize the sharpness in his scent -- he's annoyed as shit.
"Oops?"
torquere_social this Sunday to promote my new shifter Xmas story, "Otter Madness"! Drop on by, leave a comment, and you'll be entered into a drawing for a free copy of the story!
It'll be released on Dec. 11th, and it's paranormal BDSM M/M/M. Sneak preview:
What is home? A decent-sized house on the outskirts of the city, which has a decent amount of space between us and the neighbors There's a bedroom, a potion lab, and a fully-equipped playroom which has walls that really swallow up sound. There's no fucking way anyone can hear me when Lucas decides to give me a good flogging.
Yes, even though he's human, he can tan my hide. It's kind of cool how he's able to... Whoa, I see something shiny in the closet!
Where was I? Oh right, what to wear to the club. Should I put on a pair of leather pants? Go naked except for a pair of cuffs? I know, I haven't worn this harness for a while. I pull it over my head and click the straps in place. Where's the matching wrist thing that goes with it? Is it on the top shelf?
Not here, where would he put it...? Wait! I know! I haven't tried the dresser. Let's see, black socks. Nope. Have to push those out of the way. White socks? He needs to get more variety. Like argyle socks, or... Oh wow, what's that interesting smell?
"Bryon! What the Hell?" a very familiar, deep voice calls out.
"Groink?" Hey, I know that sound! It's my mate! Is he saying something? Not important, it's play time! I go shooting past him and run into the bathroom. I see towels... I love towels!
"No! Bad otter!" Did he say something? Ooo, towels are so great to roll in! Especially for getting that itchy spot on my back. What's tickling my nose? I bat it away.
And now I see purple bottles! Must roll on my back and nom them... Tasty....
I'm right in the middle of tossing them when I notice that I can feel the dents in the plastic. I look at my paw, and I see pink skin instead of fur. Looks like I've shifted back and I'm buck naked. The harness must have fallen off my smaller otter-self. Speaking of which, I hope I didn't do too much damage.
Fail. It looks like the Tasmanian devil on speed has been in here. Soaking wet towels are all over the floor, the toilet paper's been unrolled, and all of the shampoo bottles have been tossed everywhere.
Lucas is squatting by the tub so he can look me right in the face. I recognize the sharpness in his scent -- he's annoyed as shit.
"Oops?"