The 3rd Annual Donate an Orgasm to Moonridge Anthology 2009
Can you believe we're doing this for the third year in a row? *beams*
The theme this year is:
Jim Ellison: The man, the muscle, the meat
All the stories and artwork focus on Jim's impressive physique, his chiseled features, that amazing chest, those bulging arms, the whole amazing *cough* package. Blair Sandburg sure knows how to appreciate his man and I know we appreciate that in Blair!
We currently have thirteen stories with a combined word count of 22,600. Plus beautiful artwork by the talented artists: Akablonded, K9, Kaelana, L.A. Adolf, LitGal, Luna_61, Marianne, and Pattrose.
Check out the teasers for our stories. If these visuals don't whet your appetite for more of these juicy, delicious PWPs, then maybe you need to raise the dials. *g*
Through My Eyes by Annie, 2,006 words
There are times I’d give anything to be a Sentinel. Times like this when Jim’s lying next to me, breathing deeply, with a vaguely satisfied almost-smile touching his lips. There’s still a faint residue of gold tingeing my vision, burnishing his skin, and I think how beautiful he is.
The Beat by Catyah, 1,700 words
Out of the corner of his eye, Jim watched Blair swaying to the beat of his improvised drums. They should have done this together long ago, he thought, hardly feeling as he slapped his hands roughly against the table. When the Chopec men and women had first allowed him to join in, he'd had to count and try to focus on keeping the beat without actually zoning on it. Even then, they'd often dissolved into laughter at his attempts.
Noli Me Tangere by Jane Davitt, 2,800 words
Jim let the towel slip down, caught it deftly, balled it, and threw it at Blair. On its arc, the towel unfurled, but Jim, damn him, had allowed for that, and the soaked scrap of fabric landed squarely on Blair's face. He clawed it away and narrowed his eyes at Jim, who smirked.
"Sorry. I was aiming for the laundry basket and missed. The way you always do."
"Yeah, whatever," Blair muttered, distracted and entranced by the view. Jim could always buy his forgiveness by getting naked.
Morning Ritual by Kate Roman, 449 words
Blair moved a little in the huge hotel bed, angling for a better look. The bathroom door wasn't quite shut and through it he could see movement, could see Jim performing his morning ritual.
He was nearly done, the scent of soap and the tang of his aftershave tantalizing in Blair's nostrils, nearly as tantalizing as the sight of Jim's tanned, toned body as he bent to retrieve the towel.
Conflict Resolution by Laurie, 6000 words
I’m athletic enough; I’m fast at running and good at jumping, and I love to play basketball and baseball. And I’m pretty easy-going. Some people would say I’m just plain easy; but, hey, I prefer to think that I’ve just got a healthy libido, being a young guy still. So, all in all, I’m pretty satisfied with being Blair Sandburg. But back at the hospital when I’d dropped my eyes to Mr. Universe’s washboard, I’d had a split second of wishing I had muscles like the ones I was eyeballing - and of wanting to touch and stroke those same muscles.
And thus began my great love-hate affair with James Ellison’s bod.
Preen: To Make Oneself Striking in Appearance by Maaaaa, 1,186 words
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Jim trotted up the steps after showering, a loosely knotted towel hanging on his hips. He was humming a Santana tune, soft and low, with an occasional word or two thrown in.
Sitting on the bed, Blair looked up briefly, smiling at the sight, before returning his attention to the book he was reading.
Reaching the full-length mirror in the corner, Jim let the towel drop to the floor. He looked himself over, still humming, turning this way and that.
Eye Opening by Mab, 2,122 words
It wasn't like Jim hadn't always suspected that Sandburg could be kinky as hell. Blair nervously fidgeted with the cuffs - the sort that you bought from a sex shop rather than the law enforcement supplies catalogue - while Jim draped his robe over the back of the couch and waited, naked. He wasn't sure if he was *that* into the idea but sex was sex, and Blair was, as ever, Blair.
Dirty Laundry by Marion, 1,618 words
For a moment, Blair felt guilty at playing the voyeur. After all, Jim was alone and if he wanted to walk around in his birthday suit in his own home, then he had every right to. On the other hand, what if Jim’s sense of touch was playing up and he couldn’t take the feel of his clothes next to his skin...
Blair cursed and started to get up, grab his things and head home to help his friend, when said friend sat on the edge of Blair’s bed and cocked one strong, bare leg up on the futon, getting himself comfortable.
Wishful Thinking by Natalie L., 1,251 words
Blair headed for the bathroom, thinking how nice a shower would feel after weeks in the jungle. He was tired and stiff from the long flight home, and this would be his first cleansing in weeks that didn’t include dodging hungry predators as he bathed. Blair made his way toward the bathroom, anticipating the hot water sluicing away the pain in his aching muscles, but as he passed his bedroom, he heard a soft moan.
The Sentinel by Patt, 203 words
I want him like this. I want him to beg.
The Guide by Patt, 111 words
He knows. He can read my body.
to improve upon; surpass; exceed (Obligations verse) by Polly Bywater, 1,445 words
Jim Ellison was a fucking work of art. Mulder had never got past the impulse to say "Wow!" and drool every time he got to see Jim naked; that he often saw Jim naked certainly didn't lessen the effect. To have Jim Ellison, naked, erect, and prowling towards him ...
Two steps away from him, Jim paused, lifted that movie-star face and sniffed, elegant nostrils flaring wide. Watching Jim do that sent a shiver down Mulder's spine that ended up pooling in front of his tailbone. He was already hard - he'd been hard as soon as they'd walked in and started stripping, forever ago, now - and he only got harder, grateful as hell he was naked, too.
Mirror, Mirror by Pyschgirl, 1,607 words
Jim pulled the towel off, dropping it to the floor, and Blair stifled a groan. He moved his hips a fraction more, just enough to allow his fingers to curl loosely around his stiffening cock.
Peering into the mirror, Jim brushed his hand lightly over his hair, giving himself a penetrating yet utilitarian going-over. It was the same way he looked at his truck, Blair thought, when he was trying to figure out if she needed some work done, or the way he examined his gun as he cleaned it.
Blair realized he was holding his breath. Releasing it in a long sigh, as quietly as possible, he allowed himself to wallow in the view.
Don't forget to check out all the other goodies offered up at the Moonridge On-line Auction site. The auction starts May 16th. See you there!
The theme this year is:
Jim Ellison: The man, the muscle, the meat
All the stories and artwork focus on Jim's impressive physique, his chiseled features, that amazing chest, those bulging arms, the whole amazing *cough* package. Blair Sandburg sure knows how to appreciate his man and I know we appreciate that in Blair!
We currently have thirteen stories with a combined word count of 22,600. Plus beautiful artwork by the talented artists: Akablonded, K9, Kaelana, L.A. Adolf, LitGal, Luna_61, Marianne, and Pattrose.
Check out the teasers for our stories. If these visuals don't whet your appetite for more of these juicy, delicious PWPs, then maybe you need to raise the dials. *g*
Through My Eyes by Annie, 2,006 words
There are times I’d give anything to be a Sentinel. Times like this when Jim’s lying next to me, breathing deeply, with a vaguely satisfied almost-smile touching his lips. There’s still a faint residue of gold tingeing my vision, burnishing his skin, and I think how beautiful he is.
The Beat by Catyah, 1,700 words
Out of the corner of his eye, Jim watched Blair swaying to the beat of his improvised drums. They should have done this together long ago, he thought, hardly feeling as he slapped his hands roughly against the table. When the Chopec men and women had first allowed him to join in, he'd had to count and try to focus on keeping the beat without actually zoning on it. Even then, they'd often dissolved into laughter at his attempts.
Noli Me Tangere by Jane Davitt, 2,800 words
Jim let the towel slip down, caught it deftly, balled it, and threw it at Blair. On its arc, the towel unfurled, but Jim, damn him, had allowed for that, and the soaked scrap of fabric landed squarely on Blair's face. He clawed it away and narrowed his eyes at Jim, who smirked.
"Sorry. I was aiming for the laundry basket and missed. The way you always do."
"Yeah, whatever," Blair muttered, distracted and entranced by the view. Jim could always buy his forgiveness by getting naked.
Morning Ritual by Kate Roman, 449 words
Blair moved a little in the huge hotel bed, angling for a better look. The bathroom door wasn't quite shut and through it he could see movement, could see Jim performing his morning ritual.
He was nearly done, the scent of soap and the tang of his aftershave tantalizing in Blair's nostrils, nearly as tantalizing as the sight of Jim's tanned, toned body as he bent to retrieve the towel.
Conflict Resolution by Laurie, 6000 words
I’m athletic enough; I’m fast at running and good at jumping, and I love to play basketball and baseball. And I’m pretty easy-going. Some people would say I’m just plain easy; but, hey, I prefer to think that I’ve just got a healthy libido, being a young guy still. So, all in all, I’m pretty satisfied with being Blair Sandburg. But back at the hospital when I’d dropped my eyes to Mr. Universe’s washboard, I’d had a split second of wishing I had muscles like the ones I was eyeballing - and of wanting to touch and stroke those same muscles.
And thus began my great love-hate affair with James Ellison’s bod.
Preen: To Make Oneself Striking in Appearance by Maaaaa, 1,186 words
.
Jim trotted up the steps after showering, a loosely knotted towel hanging on his hips. He was humming a Santana tune, soft and low, with an occasional word or two thrown in.
Sitting on the bed, Blair looked up briefly, smiling at the sight, before returning his attention to the book he was reading.
Reaching the full-length mirror in the corner, Jim let the towel drop to the floor. He looked himself over, still humming, turning this way and that.
Eye Opening by Mab, 2,122 words
It wasn't like Jim hadn't always suspected that Sandburg could be kinky as hell. Blair nervously fidgeted with the cuffs - the sort that you bought from a sex shop rather than the law enforcement supplies catalogue - while Jim draped his robe over the back of the couch and waited, naked. He wasn't sure if he was *that* into the idea but sex was sex, and Blair was, as ever, Blair.
Dirty Laundry by Marion, 1,618 words
For a moment, Blair felt guilty at playing the voyeur. After all, Jim was alone and if he wanted to walk around in his birthday suit in his own home, then he had every right to. On the other hand, what if Jim’s sense of touch was playing up and he couldn’t take the feel of his clothes next to his skin...
Blair cursed and started to get up, grab his things and head home to help his friend, when said friend sat on the edge of Blair’s bed and cocked one strong, bare leg up on the futon, getting himself comfortable.
Wishful Thinking by Natalie L., 1,251 words
Blair headed for the bathroom, thinking how nice a shower would feel after weeks in the jungle. He was tired and stiff from the long flight home, and this would be his first cleansing in weeks that didn’t include dodging hungry predators as he bathed. Blair made his way toward the bathroom, anticipating the hot water sluicing away the pain in his aching muscles, but as he passed his bedroom, he heard a soft moan.
The Sentinel by Patt, 203 words
I want him like this. I want him to beg.
The Guide by Patt, 111 words
He knows. He can read my body.
to improve upon; surpass; exceed (Obligations verse) by Polly Bywater, 1,445 words
Jim Ellison was a fucking work of art. Mulder had never got past the impulse to say "Wow!" and drool every time he got to see Jim naked; that he often saw Jim naked certainly didn't lessen the effect. To have Jim Ellison, naked, erect, and prowling towards him ...
Two steps away from him, Jim paused, lifted that movie-star face and sniffed, elegant nostrils flaring wide. Watching Jim do that sent a shiver down Mulder's spine that ended up pooling in front of his tailbone. He was already hard - he'd been hard as soon as they'd walked in and started stripping, forever ago, now - and he only got harder, grateful as hell he was naked, too.
Mirror, Mirror by Pyschgirl, 1,607 words
Jim pulled the towel off, dropping it to the floor, and Blair stifled a groan. He moved his hips a fraction more, just enough to allow his fingers to curl loosely around his stiffening cock.
Peering into the mirror, Jim brushed his hand lightly over his hair, giving himself a penetrating yet utilitarian going-over. It was the same way he looked at his truck, Blair thought, when he was trying to figure out if she needed some work done, or the way he examined his gun as he cleaned it.
Blair realized he was holding his breath. Releasing it in a long sigh, as quietly as possible, he allowed himself to wallow in the view.
Don't forget to check out all the other goodies offered up at the Moonridge On-line Auction site. The auction starts May 16th. See you there!