Monday, December 30, 2013

New Release: DOMINATED BY TWO LEOPARDS - The Alpha Legend 3


I'm so pleased to announce a new release!! DOMINATED BY TWO LEOPARDS is book 3 in The Alpha Legend series!!

There are shapeshifters among us, living quietly in secluded, remote villages in the foothills of the Rocky Mountains above towns like Passion Peak, Colorado. You may occasionally see them in town, although you won't recognize their true form unless you're one of them...

Welcome to THE ALPHA LEGEND... an erotic MFM menage series featuring cougar, leopard, and jaguar shifters, consensual BDSM, and an HEA in every book.


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Jaguar shifter Nadine Richardson becomes a submissive to leopards and Doms, Austin and Galatyn Meliadus, who came to Jargonian village from Arizona to help her grandfather, Gary, in the quest to rid the shape-shifting world of the League of Exitium. She knows her time with them is limited, but she can’t help falling in love with both alphas.

Austin and Galatyn Meliadus came to Jargonian village to help capture the man who murdered Simon Meliadus—Galatyn’s brother and Austin’s cousin. They stay to help Gary break the power of the League, but neither man counted on losing their hearts to Gary’s granddaughter, Nadine, in the process.

Neither man wants to go out in the field again after Austin’s sub was killed five years earlier in the cross fire of a fight against League members, but working behind the scenes isn’t what Gary needs right now. But once the League is defeated, will they lose Nadine forever?


Angelic Forecast ~ #278


"Do I really have to wait?" I tease, then stroke his massive shoulders.

He hesitates, a glint in his eye. "You will. It's not old enough yet."

"Old enough?" My blood thrums and my stomach goes all fluttery. With my head whirling in thought, I ask, "Does it bite?"

"Bite," he growls playfully, then dives for my neck. His passionate nibbles turn my legs to a bowl full of jelly.


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The golden-colored foal nuzzles, then nibbles at my fingers. "He's beautiful," I say to my lion man without looking away. Dhuroth stands behind me, and I feel his happiness at pleasing me.

"You are so beautiful," I croon to the little one. His large dark eyes watch me curiously, while his mother keeps her gaze on him, swishing her pale gold tail gently.

As the foal accepts my presence, I softly run my hand along his small neck, then stroke his tiny back. Long moments later, we nuzzle each other. His soft blowing breaths warm my cheeks.

Knowing his mother is becoming anxious, I step back. "What breed is he?" I ask, as I lean back into my lion man's embrace.

"He is a breed you helped to design on Earth. Two ages ago, my beloved one."

TO BE CONTINUED...

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ANGELIC FORECAST ~

The Monsters From the Deep Dark Waters Surface... to spread their evil poison, and reveal their presence to humanity as kings and queens of the world.

In opposition, Rises the Spiritual Heart of the People... love ascends, and the warrior heart of humanity comes to the rescue.

For now, a massive groundswell against Authority firestorms across the globe. The people have become sickened by the endless and always escalating corruption, deception, and sidewinder-devious lies.

The promise of 2014 is here. For, the rising revolution-evolution begun this past year deepens. From a prior forecast: "the global revolution-evolution is here and happening at lightning speed. For, true liberation from tyranny seizes the hearts and minds of the people."

On the land changes front, the year 2014 will likely bring more super-weather extremes, worldwide -- with the northern hemisphere more affected. Cold temperatures and snowstorms increase significantly for some areas on the planet, but not for all.

The rising of new land, new islands continues. Mother Earth is still stretching, growing in size, and the inner core is changing composition. This natural-cycle growth causes ongoing tectonic plate movements, greater undersea volcanic activity, and rolling swarms of earthquakes.

Likely there will be two major tsunamis during the year, and several ferocious *over-the-water* superstorms that hit land, leaving devastation. As well, with the arrival of celestial bodies that are being hidden from the public, there will be strange-sky events, bigger weather weirding, and more 'boom' phenomena.

On the magickal, mystical front, this week the 'Mages of Ages Lost' use their magick-casting powers to reveal the sinister authors of poverty, of enslavement -- of serfdom in the dark ages. For, this has all been an artificial, social 'construct' put into place by the Dark Viper magicians -- and *not* a true and natural evolutionary cycle of humanity, as history suggests.

Further, look for the rapid escalation of magickal and mystical principles in the population at large. For, many are tuning into these Aquarian Age, high-frequncy vibes.

On the personal front, good and not-good surprises coming out of left field could be the order of the day for this week, and into next. Ride out these stormy tides in your life, and try to keep your balance while moving ahead. For, there 'will be' silver linings that may not show up for several weeks.

Also, it remains of vital importance to plan for the superstorms of life. As never before.

On the paranormal front, the case for life after death comes to the forefront in the year, 2014. New evidence from many fronts will now overcome the dark-side matrix. That is, 'those' who would convince humanity they are mere mortal flesh, instead of eternal spirit beings. It's all over but the shouting.

HEADLINE: UFO Fireball Lights Up Midwest | VIDEO

This coming week, likely more major UFO stories will break. Some of this will be a *version* of Project Blue Beam. From a previous 2013 forecast: "On the dark side, Project Blue Beam is being brought forth by the 'new world order crowd' at an accelerated pace. This, in preparation to frighten humanity into compliance, and obedience. From a past forecast: "The message: the alien gods are here. Bow down, people of Earth."

On the AWAKENING front, several Aquarian Age AWAKENINGS clash and collide, then collude during the year, 2014. One of the mass movements will be for a libertarian type of monetary system.

Another AWAKENING will be in the spiritual realm as many seek direct contact with the Divine, rather than following establishment religions. Dogma dies a huge death in 2014. 


 THIS FORECAST IS CONTINUED AT *TITLE MAGIC* ~titlemagic.blogspot.com~

Angelic blessings from Volcano & Sedona
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Warning!!! The global elite [New World Order] does not want *you* to read this book. See ~ Powerful Dreams at my Kougar Kisses blog.

WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS

~~~ Where angels fear to tread, 2012 Earth ~~~

World weary and worn out, the incarnated angel, Sedona, who believes she is merely human, has three choices after her old van breaks down.

Let the Nazerazzi squad of the North American Union capture her and force her into a FEMA concentration camp.

Walk out into the Arizona night desert, let the wildlife have a good meal with the hope her death will be quick.

Or does she dare trust the mysterious stranger suddenly before her?

Handsome as sin and all in black, he emerges out of the darkness.

Sedona wonders if the stranger on a superspeed motorcycle is her savior from the brutal endtimes.

Or, is he a roving cult member of the New World Order, hunting his next blood sacrifice?

***

It’s only a few days before Winter Solstice, December 21, 2012 ~ The end of the Mayan Calendar.

Sent from heaven to help Sedona save humanity, Zerr Dann knows the Divine is playing its last card on Earth.

He also knows Sedona is about to find out Christmas miracles still exist.

[Angelic Fantasy Erotic Romance]
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~~~

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Sunday, December 29, 2013

Life With Baby Doll: Renewed Promises

WARNING:  The links contained within this post will take you to sites with content for mature readers only.  However, this post is suitable for a PG audience. 

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In a previous Life With Baby Doll post titled, Tender Dominance and Sweet Submission, I first introduced a gay couple that John and I have been friends with for many years in Hot Springs. Due to Ryan and Sam’s work schedules, Baby Doll and I often look in on their lake home when they both have to be out of town at the same time.
During Thanksgiving, John and I took the men up on their offer of using their lake home as a getaway.  In remembering our passionate lovemaking from that night, I thought another interlude would be a perfect way to close out this year’s holiday season. Ryan and Sam’s lavish home certainly sets the mood for romance.
With Ryan and Sam supposedly scheduled to be out of town for work and visiting family until January 2nd, I shared my plans with Baby Doll on Christmas Eve.  On Thursday evening, the day after Christmas, I had decided that John and I would spend the night at the lake home.
We arrived at our friends’ house at seven o’clock that night. From the moment I opened the door, I knew that something was wrong.  The Christmas tree that had stood in the great room was gone. All that was left was a few broken ornaments on the floor. Presents were strewn everywhere. My first thought was that John and I had just walked in on a robbery. However, their had been no evidence of forced entry. I used a key to open the door, and had entered their password to deactivate the alarm system that was still set.
Baby Doll was the first to noticed that Ryan’s flight uniform jacket and hat were lying on the sofa, and a suitcase was nearby. When I walked over to the couch, I noticed two empty bottles of liquor sitting on top of an envelope and piece of paper.  I probably wouldn’t have paid any attention to the letter, except that near the whiskey bottles was a pile of torn photographs. All the images appeared to be of Ryan and Sam.  Baby Doll sat down next to me on the sofa, as I picked up the letter.  From the words I read, it was clear that Sam had walked out on Ryan.  My next thought was that we needed to find the pilot.
John and I finally located him in the master suite.  He was lying in the fetal position on the bed in the dark. I turned on a lamp, while Ryan shielded his eyes from the light. He looked heartbroken and devastated.  I knew he had been crying.
“He left me, Andrew. After thirty years…he just walked out.”
At Ryan’s request, I turned the light back off.  John and I found out that Ryan had been in his bedroom for two days. He hadn’t eaten anything either.  So after we managed to get some soup down him, he shared the painful details of what had happened. I promised him that John and I would keep the conversation private.  While I know that there are two sides to every story, I can say that the breakup was very unexpected on Ryan’s part.  He’s still deeply in love with Sam, and wants to try and reconcile with him.
John and I told him that we were going to spend the night in one of the other four bedrooms.  I didn’t think it was wise to leave him in the state he was in. Besides, before we left his bedroom Ryan told us that the Christmas tree was probably at the bottom of the lake, and that he thought that would be the perfect place for him as well.
Baby Doll and I cleaned up the great room and were alone in one of the guest rooms by nine o’clock.  Regardless of what Sam was feeling, I thought it was important that I call him to share his husband’s state of mind. Having been suicidal myself, I knew where Ryan’s pain was manifesting.  I found out that Sam was at a hotel in Hot Springs. Fifteen minutes later, after much persuasion, I convinced him that he needed to at least come to the lake house and stay the night there,too.  If nothing else, to let Ryan know that he still cared about him.
Much to my surprise Sam arrived, and immediately went to their bedroom. He knocked softly on the door, and told Ryan that he was there. When Ryan opened the door, he sank into Sam’s arms, crying like a child.  Sam had closed the door behind them, while Baby Doll and I went back to the guestroom. At that point, I had decided that we were still staying.  I didn’t want Sam to leave again, and find out later that Ryan had jumped into the lake.
Once alone, I noticed that Baby Doll was upset himself.  He was sitting on the edge of the bed, wiping at tears on his face.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” I asked, sitting down beside John.

When he didn’t answer, I put my finger gently under his chin and turned his face towards mine, pretty certain that I knew the answer.

“I’m never going to leave you, Baby Doll.”

“What if we don’t make it? I don’t want us to end up like Ryan and Sam,” Baby Doll replied through tears.

“Shh,”  I whispered, as my lips kissed his tear-stained cheeks. “I’m not going to let that happen.”

“Ryan and Sam probably didn’t think it was going to happen either.”

“Every couple is different.  We’re different.  What I do know, is that Ryan and Sam still love each other.  They just have a lot of things that they need to work through right now. I can’t answer if their relationship will last, but I will do everything in my power to make sure that our love affair never dies.”

 John’s tears had stopped.  My lips were now brushing softly over his face. 

“Baby Doll, don’t you know that I’m your protector, provider….and your top.”  I whispered again. ”I know your most private and intimate emotions.  Our hearts are one all the time.”

“Andrew,” John moaned. 

His response was more than likely because I had ran my thumb over his bottom lip.  

“I brought you here tonight, Baby Doll, so we could renew some promises like we do every year at this time.  Since I don’t hear any fighting between Ryan and Sam, I feel confident that I can continue making sure you realize that your heart is safe with me.” 

Later, in the final moments of our lovemaking, I paused for just a moment. Looking down into John’s eyes, I made sure that my stare held not only the renewed promises of my heart, but the fact that he was secure with me body and soul.  

Breathless, I spoke into Baby Doll’s ear, “I know how to love your heart…I know right where to touch your body…but I’ve got no clue how to ever leave you.  Does that renew our promises?  Two hearts like ours make love constantly, sometimes out of nothing at all except the sheer will to be one.”
When Baby Doll and I left the next morning, Sam’s car was still in the garage.  John and I hadn’t disturbed them, as we heard both men talking in their bedroom on our way downstairs.  Ryan called me yesterday and told me that they were taking it slow, but trying to make an effort to remain together.  In return, I shared with him the fact that I was going to be making a Life With Baby Doll post on Sunday titled, Renewed Promises.  While I told Ryan that I didn’t know everything that they were going through, I thought that they might like to read my thoughts. I finished by telling him that sometimes promises are never forgot, they just need to be renewed.
To learn more about this series and find a recent list of archives visit: Life With Baby Doll. More will be added, as I continue to update my new Webpage. Due to the increasing popularity of these posts, I have created the permanent tab on my Website that contains information concerning the intense and passionate love affair that I share with my partner, John Jericho.
I enjoy hearing from all of my readers, and look forward to your e-mails. Remember Love is Love…Period.
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Andrew K Kinley is a ManLove erotic romance author for Siren-Bookstrand Publishing  and LGBTQ rights activist based in Hot Springs, AR.  All of his work can be found at:  A K Kinley.  For questions or comments please e-mail him at authorakkinley@gmail.com.


Saturday, December 28, 2013

Home for the Holidays on ManLove Authors

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The romantic and sexual tension between the couple burned hotter than the fire casting a soft glow in the room. All was quiet except for the crackle of the logs. In a corner of the room, lights from one of Grant’s many Christmas trees twinkled. Grant wasn’t sure if the smells of spice were from the holiday centerpiece on his coffee table, or from Brett’s cologne. Right now, the only thoughts he could process centered on the words “relationship,” “love,” and “commitment.” All three words had escaped his lover’s lips tonight.

~ Teaser from Home for the Holidays by A K Kinley 
My Featured Free Read, Home for the Holidays, has been published at Siren BookStrand's ManLove Authors Webpage!  Read the short story at:  Home for the Holidays by A K Kinley*This content contains adult language and themes. It is intended for a mature audience.*
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At twenty-seven, Grant Montclaire has lived a privileged life.  From a posh home, to a fancy sports car, and the MBA degree he is seeking from a private college, the young man is accustomed to the extravagance of his parent’s pocketbook.  Grant is also painfully aware that sometimes men only desire him for his money and not love.
In the final year of his degree program, Grant meets Professor Brett Northwood.  Grant admits that when he first walked into the classroom four months ago he had fallen into lust.  Now, two weeks before Christmas, he is falling into love.  Their shared kiss had been the culmination of that.
From shaking Brett’s hand on the second day of class, to feeling the instructor’s lips against his last week, Grant has no doubt in his mind that love meant to be is no respecter of age.  Now, he has invited the sexy gentleman, twenty years his senior, to dinner to share those feelings.   He secretly hopes that Brett will find a home with him for the holidays.
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Be sure to check out inspirational photos for Grant and Brett on my Pinterest board, Short Story Character Extras.  Grant and Brett’s images are labeled, and appear as the first two photos on the board.
If you liked this short story and want to read others by me visit the Free Reads tab on my Website.  These shorts were first published by Siren-Bookstrand on ManLove Authors.
I enjoy hearing from all of my readers, and look forward to your e-mails. Remember Love is Love…Period.
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Andrew K Kinley is a ManLove erotic romance author for Siren-Bookstrand Publishing  and LGBTQ rights activist based in Hot Springs, AR.  All of his work can be found at:  A K Kinley.  For questions or comments please e-mail him at authorakkinley@gmail.com.

Monday, December 23, 2013

Angelic Forecast ~ #277



There is nothing like my lion man's kiss.

Finally, he gentles his lips from mine. "Beloved," he rumbles from his great big heart.

"Beloved," I return, seeing his face through love misty eyes.

We continue clinging tightly to one another. Once my exhaustion begins to set in, I rest my head in the hollow of his over-sized shoulder.

"I have a gift for you," he purrs. "In honor of the day you celebrate as Christmas."


Lifting my head, I banter, "Really? And what would my big handsome lion man get me for Christmas?" Sensually, I rock in his embrace.

"It's supposed to be a surprise," he rumbles, a bit disconcerted. I chalk it up to not understanding the holiday as its celebrated in American culture.

"Do I really have to wait?" I tease, then stroke his massive shoulders.

He hesitates, a glint in his eye. "You will. It's not old enough yet."

"Old enough?" My blood thrums and my stomach goes all fluttery. With my head whirling in thought, I ask, "Does it bite?"

"Bite," he growls playfully, then dives for my neck. His passionate nibbles turn my legs to a bowl full of jelly.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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ANGELIC FORECAST ~

On the cosmic-energy wings of Winter Solstice and Christmas, the age of deep-heart love begins. Be prepared for this time of great transitioning. However, even with these grand LOVE VIBES, the upcoming times will not be easy for most of us.

Already, the dark-side Vipers feel the waning of their malevolent power. Now, these beast controllers in human skin go insanely berserk. Their goal is to crush all that is LOVE and LOVING. Their goal is to master the people, to stomp down the human spirit.

On the magickal, mystical front, this week the 'Mages of Ages Lost' cast their  white, cyclone-spinning spells. Thus, to remove shrouds of sinister darkness, and reveal deception after deception. After evil deception.

That is the battle game now between the forces of GOOD and the forces of evil. That is, the revelations of what has been diabolically done against humanity for ages.

With this knowledge, humankind must decide to either stand for Good and liberation, or succumb to fear and, thus, the enslavement of the human race.

On the personal front, the following week is about family and/or coming together as a family. Wisdom will likely be needed to negotiate some of the trickier waters, but persevere because it could turn out to be a very good thing.

Also, this is a period for a bit of serious reflection. Take a look at the path you're on in your life. What would you change? What would you keep?

On the AWAKENING front, the following trend continues and explodes to a grander level. As written on:

Wednesday, March 21, 2012
The Age of the Rebels, Renegades, and Mavericks... is here. This Age has been rising. Now it will accelerate, then skyrocket out of control of the system. The AWAKENING REVOLUTION has begun full force. It cannot be stopped. Every criminal and evil obstacle will be placed in the way, and used against the people. Be aware, prepare, and take care.

On the paranormal front, this holiday season is about rediscovering the supernatural past of humanity. New histories/herstories will arise with fantastical and frightening tales, all based on the truth.

This knowledge will eventually revolutionize the relationship to everything called paranormal. For, the world is far, far more than most realize.  


THIS FORECAST IS CONTINUED AT *TITLE MAGIC* ~titlemagic.blogspot.com~

Angelic blessings from Volcano & Sedona
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Warning!!! The global elite [New World Order] does not want *you* to read this book. See ~ Powerful Dreams at my Kougar Kisses blog.

WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS

~~~ Where angels fear to tread, 2012 Earth ~~~

World weary and worn out, the incarnated angel, Sedona, who believes she is merely human, has three choices after her old van breaks down.

Let the Nazerazzi squad of the North American Union capture her and force her into a FEMA concentration camp.

Walk out into the Arizona night desert, let the wildlife have a good meal with the hope her death will be quick.

Or does she dare trust the mysterious stranger suddenly before her?

Handsome as sin and all in black, he emerges out of the darkness.

Sedona wonders if the stranger on a superspeed motorcycle is her savior from the brutal endtimes.

Or, is he a roving cult member of the New World Order, hunting his next blood sacrifice?

***

It’s only a few days before Winter Solstice, December 21, 2012 ~ The end of the Mayan Calendar.

Sent from heaven to help Sedona save humanity, Zerr Dann knows the Divine is playing its last card on Earth.

He also knows Sedona is about to find out Christmas miracles still exist.

[Angelic Fantasy Erotic Romance]
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~~~ EBOOK & IN PRINT ~~~ a former #1 on Siren-BookStrand’s bestseller list

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~~~

~ HAVE A MAGICKAL HOLIDAY WEEK ~

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When a Good Angel Falls ~ In Print
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Her Insatiable Dark Heroes ~ In Print
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Stallion of Ash and Flame ~ In Print

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Kandy Apple and Her Hellhounds ~  What happens when two of Hades’ most mission-accomplished Hellhounds find just the right witch for Halloween? ~ Ebook and In Print.

Sunday, December 22, 2013

Life With Baby Doll: The Holiday Gift

WARNING:  The links contained within this post will take you to sites with content for mature readers only.  However, this post is suitable for a PG audience. 

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One of my favorite songs, regardless of the fact that it is considered a traditional holiday hymn, is O Holy Night.  While I have eclectic tastes in music, there are certain sound preferences that I believe should accompany individual pieces.  Around this time each year, Baby Doll sets out to look for different arrangements of O Holy Night that he feels will suite my tastes.
This year, John may have just out done himself.  Baby Doll shared country music recording artist, John Berry‘s, version of the song earlier this week with me.  Berry delivers a traditional rendition of a song that shares messages of hope, love, and peace.  Those concepts can be understood by anyone regardless of their religious beliefs, or absence thereof.
While I have included the video at the end of this post, I am going to share the meaning behind one of my first holiday gifts from John twenty-two years ago.  He gave me a cassette tape with a melody of Christmas songs. O Holy Night was one of the tracks.  I had to promise him before hand that I would stay alive at least long enough to open my presents…
I met Baby Doll August 25, 1991 on the campus of the junior college in Hot Springs, Arkansas.  Looking back on that day, if I had been him I would have ran as far away from me as possible.  I had a rotten attitude and was very prideful.  With my impending suicide just two days away, I wasn’t in the most logical frame of mind.  Suicidal thoughts, depression, anger, and self-pity had clouded my rationality.  In all honesty, however, I had found myself in a paradox.  On one hand, I was experiencing the feelings that I’ve shared before:
“He was the midnight angel to a soul headed down a path of self-destruction.  The first five minutes spent with John, twenty-two years ago, convinced me that he understood me better than any person ever had, or could. When someone walks into your life and pulls you out of a hell,  it is  hard not to feel that you’ve been rescued by an angel.”
On the other, I didn’t want to believe any of it.  I had made my decision to take my own life, and no one was changing my mind.  Not even the handsome twink standing inches from my table in the student union.  I was tired of being a dominant gay male trapped in a female body.  I think I hated feeling powerless to change anything, almost as much as I did the physical traits.  I felt like the only way I could stay in control was to harm the thing I hated.  Myself.
I had known John was gay from the moment I saw him wearing a purple shirt and sucking on some type of lollipop.  I later found out it was a green apple Blow Pop, his favorite.  While those are not indicators of a man’s sexual preferences by any means, they certainly complimented his flamboyance.  John was exactly the type of gay male that I desired, yet I treated him like a jerk when we met.
“Is this seat taken?” John asked sweetly, slightly swaying back and forth.  

“Yes!” I quickly replied.

“I don’t see anyone sitting here.”

“I’m not in the mood for company.”

“The rest of the tables are full,”  John said.  

“Please go away,”  I vehemently spoke, spreading my books across the table.  ”Now, the last seat in the whole student union is  occupied!”

“I don’t want to.”

“Look…get out of my face!”  

“No, because it’s a very handsome face,”  John replied.  ”I like blonde men like you.”

“Well, I don’t like you!  Not now and not ever!” 
After all these years, I still remember those first words that I shared with Baby Doll.  Everything I said had been a lie, probably some of  the biggest lies another person could tell an individual.  John had seen my heart, held my secrets, and touched my soul.  I was falling in love.
In my writing, I often explore the concept of love at first sight, previously explained by myself below:
“A popular theme that I have alluded to in some of my books and short stories, particularly Inferno and Playboy28, is the concept of love at first sight.  Oh for those who doubt that an individual can be consumed, washed in a moments’ breathe, with a love that defies all reason, I can say that I hold a piece of that Heaven in my arms every night.” 
I also remember thinking that day, that I had ‘passed’ as a male with John. While I had been perceived as a man before, I had never been looked at in the manner that he was staring at me that afternoon.  I hated what Baby Doll was doing to me both emotionally and sexually.  The train wreck that I considered my miserable existence, running towards a derailment, was slowly loosing it’s chaotic speed.
John pushed the books aside, and sat down anyway.  I can still feel the romantic tension that flowed between us that day.  He chattered non-stop, in his  sweet and sexy voice, for at least thirty minutes while I pretended to be writing in a notebook.  The thoughts I started having, sitting across the small table from him, still make this forty-year-old man flush.  They were raw, sexual, and filled with an unusual tenderness.
 “What do you do, just go around and hit on strange men, presuming that their gay?”  I asked.

“Oh, I know your gay,”  John was quick to reply.  

“I said I didn’t like you…not now and not ever.”

“I think you said that you didn’t like me, not all men in general.”
Within another ten minutes, I had been asked to dinner.  I was being pursued by the gay baby, while fantasizing about chasing him, capturing him within my arms, and placing his body beneath my own.
“I’m hungry,”  John spoke.

“Sound like a personal problem to me.  Besides, it’s only four o’clock.”

“I don’t like eating alone.”

“Well, I’m sorry.  However, I think your smart mouth will manage just fine,”  I replied, gathering my books in an attempt to leave.

A warm hand covered my own, caressing my fingertips.

“You look so sad.  I want to make you smile,” John whispered.

“No chance at that.  Now please let go of my hand.”

“Would you like someone to talk to?”  John asked, continuing to suck on his lollipop.

“I thought that’s what we’ve being doing for the past thirty minutes.”

“No, I’ve been talking, and you’ve been scribbling in your notebook.  Now have dinner with me.  It’s just one meal. Afterwards, if you tell me to leave, I won’t bother you anymore.”

 ”Fine,”  I flippantly replied, “if that will make you leave me alone.”  
Dinner came from the drive-through of McDonald’s.  Of course being the jerk I was at the time, I insisted on paying for my own food.  The setting for our first meal together was the scenic overlook on West Mountain.  We ate in complete dead silence.  After I finished eating, I abruptly asked John to take me back to the college so I could get my car and go home.
“Look at me,” Baby Doll spoke.  

“No!  Dinner is over.”

“That may be, but we’re not finished.  I want you tell to me why someone as handsome and sexy as you is walking around with a full bottle of different colored pills in his backpack.  They fell out of your backpack as we were getting ready to leave the student union.”

I watched as John pulled the bottle from the pocket of his jeans. 

Reaching for it in anger I said, “I’m not what you think I am!”

“I already know what you are, a transgender man.  Despite  how  nasty you have treated me, I find myself more attracted to you than I’ve ever been to anyone.”

John’s twined his fingers with mine.  I didn’t resist that time.  

“I’ll make you a deal.  If you want the pills back, you have to tell me why you look so sad and what these pills are for.”
When I finally calmed down, I looked into his eyes, feeling like I had come home. I did most of the talking for the next two hours.  By the time I finished, I had given John a history of my life from the first time I realized that I wanted to be a boy at the age of five, to my impending suicide.  He had sat quietly the entire time, caressing my fingertips with his own.
Being in Baby Doll’s presence that afternoon, had not only softened my mood, but my heart as well.  We kissed that first night, committing to unspoken promises.  John had brushed his lips with mine tentatively, pulling his face away.  He told me some time later that he wanted to see if I would take control of the situation like the type of gay male he desired.    I knew all along why he had stopped.  I cradled the back of his head with my hand, pulling his mouth to mine.  As I felt his lips part in submission beneath the pressure of my  own, I pulled him tightly against my body.   In kissing Baby Doll, I was experiencing something that I had only imagined in my fantasies—the sweet submission of a flamboyant gay male in my arms.
He gave the pills back to me that night.  I threw them in the trash a few weeks later.  I had to make some promises to him that night. One, was that I would be alive the next morning to have breakfast with him before class. The next, was that if I made it to breakfast I  had to at least live through the holiday season.  He told me that I wouldn’t get my presents if I didn’t.  John won’t say whether or not he had any specific gifts in mind at that time or not.  I suspect now that it was a ploy to keep a  young suicidal man alive long enough to realize that his life had meaning.
Among the other gifts that John gave during our first holiday season together, the cassette of Christmas songs will always be the most treasured.  Of course I lived to open that gift.  I also remained alive to hear Baby Doll’s words on Christmas Day.  
“Andrew, you’re my heart, my home, my Thanksgiving, and my Christmas.  When I was ranting at the table in the student union, asking you all those questions trying to get you to smile,  I remember the first question that you finally answered was telling me that one of your favorite holiday songs was O Holy Night.”

“The music is nice…but your love is the best holiday gift of all,” I replied.
John Jericho and I would like to wish all of you Happy Holidays.  May you feel hope, love, and peace not only now, but throughout the new year.
Andrew Signature     John Signature

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Andrew K Kinley is a ManLove erotic romance author for Siren-Bookstrand Publishing  and LGBTQ rights activist based in Hot Springs, AR.  All of his work can be found at:  A K Kinley.  For questions or comments please e-mail him at authorakkinley@gmail.com.