Monday, December 31, 2012

Meme Monday: New Year

Do you have any plans for New Year's Eve or New Year Resolutions?

Happy 2013!



Hello and Happy New Year!

     My name is V.L. Locey and I am a new and oh-so proud Torquere Press author. I`m also a self-published author, mother of one lovely sixteen year old daughter, wife of Mr. Locey for over twenty-one years and goatherder extraordinaire. Yep, we raise dairy goats in the mountains of Pennsylvania as well as poultry of various persuasions. Chickens, turkeys, ducks and geese call our eleven plus acres home. The geese are getting fat but they did not end up as Christmas dinner. Who needs all that plucking?
     Since a new year is nearly here, I thought we could chat about resolutions. Do you make them? Do you keep them? I generally don`t make resolutions but this year I am. This year I resolve to continue writing funny, hot, gloriously romantic Male/Male stories! I love being a writer of romantic comedies. Spreading laughter and love to everyone is my goal. So in 2013 I`ll be writing my little heart out in the hopes of entertaining you, the wonderful readers of Torquere Press books.
     I did manage to get a list of resolutions from my two handsome leading men, Paul Cooke and Gordon Moretti, the stars of my short story Two Guys Walk Into an Apocalypse. It wasn`t easy getting these lists. The guys are trying to survive a zombie apocalypse, but somehow the mailman finished his rounds before he turned  and I had to shovel him in the kisser soundly. 







     I do apologize for the state of the paper. Those undead just splatter all over when they`re being killed again. Very inconsiderate if you ask me. To see how Paul and Gordon found themselves in this unpleasant situation check out  Two Guys Walk Into an Apocalypse in the anthology He Loves Me For My Brainssss, available early January, 2013, from Torquere Press.




Until next time, may the New Year be a good one for you and yours. Happy 2013!!

V.L. Locey



Friday, December 28, 2012

Enough, Sir!

At the risk of overstaying a generous welcome, Paulo has one more naughty carol for you. He would also love to know...besides Auld Lang Syne, do you dear readers know of any good new year songs? Paulo needs new holidays to corrupt!!  Leave suggestions as comments and maybe Paulo will have something new to share when he awards today's gift certificate.

To wit, every commenter to each of my posts today earns an entry in a drawing for a $5 Torquere Press gift certificate, to be drawn on New Year's Day (that is, noon EST, or GMT+5).



Now, sing along with...DECK THE HALLS

Spank my balls with boughs of holly,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Tis the season to be jolly,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.

Don we now our gay apparel,
Fa la la, la la la, la la la.
To bump and grind and mangle carols,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.

See the flaming twink before us,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Strike his ass and ignite his lust.
Fa la la la la, la la la la.

Strip, display and take his measure,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Bend him, hunt his Yule tide treasure,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.

Queens and trannies, magic lasses
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Fast away pound young, firm asses,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.

Come we joyous, all together,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Heedless of last call.  Go nether!
Fa la la la la, la la la la. 

Another, Sir!

Paulo knows how serious carols can be and, as with Doms, he feels they could do with a bit of cheekiness from time to time.

Here's his rendition of I HEARD THE BELLS ON CHRISTMAS DAY


He sucked my balls on Christmas day
And brought his wicked tongue in play,
And wild and sweet, he licked my teat
Sweet piece of ass, good Will does men.

I fought hard, I tried not to come
Will delved my piss-slit with his thumb
And rolled my balls, we shook the walls
Sweet piece of ass, good Will does men.

And in return I bowed my head
“Give me that rosy ass,” I said,
“For lust is strong, my cock must prong
Sweet piece of ass, good Will does men.”

I peeled his foreskin back to sweep
Tongue o’er his head, where jizz did seep;
“I’ll make you scream, swallow your cream,”
Sweet piece of ass, good Will does men.

Till, lilting, hilting all the way
I whirled my hips every which way,
His voice screamed mine, a chant sublime
Sweet piece of ass, good Will does men!

No forgetting the gift certificate giveaway:
every commenter to each of my posts today earns an entry in a drawing for a $5 Torquere Press gift certificate, to be drawn on New Year's Day (that is, noon EST, or GMT+5).

We Three Kings, with apologies






WE THREE KINGS, post Paulo's plundering


Three Miss Things of Orient Bar
Be-ringed pecs we ogle afar.
Boys and Daddies, bears and hotties,
Searching for our new star.

O-oooh star to plunder, pound all night,
Star with gleaming abs so bright,
Downward leading, ever needing,
Sheath us in thy hole so tight.

One Miss Thing, a fair bishie lad,
Golden glitter and club gear so rad,
Dreamy ever, bottom forever,
Best lay we ever had.

O-oooh star to plunder, pound all night,
Star with gleaming abs so bright,
Downward leading, ever needing,
Sheath us in thy hole so tight.

Frankly some prefer muscled thighs.
Next Miss Thing flexes to our sighs.
What a buff form, heaving natiform,
Worship him ‘til we dies.

O-oooh star to plunder, pound all night,
Star with gleaming abs so bright,
Downward leading, ever needing,
Sheath us in thy hole so tight.

Bad Boy too, we watch and we drool,
Though we fear he suffers no fool.
Sneering, growling, darkly prowling,
Over us all to rule. 

O-oooh star to plunder, pound all night,
Star with gleaming abs so bright,
Downward leading, ever needing,
Sheath us in thy hole so tight.

Glorious now behold them all three,
Club kings approach on bended knee.
Alleluia, alleluia!
Bestow your hard prick on me!

O-oooh star to plunder, pound all night,
Star with gleaming abs so bright,
Downward leading, ever needing,
Sheath us in thy hole so tight.

Don't forget, every commenter to each of my posts today earns an entry in a drawing for a $5 Torquere Press gift certificate, to be drawn on New Year's Day (that is, noon EST, or GMT+5).