Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 3

for weird shit."
    "What? How did you use four hundred already?"
    "I'm working on a collage and it needs four hundred, but I got carried away with the hot glue gun and burned holes through some of them. It's still a work in progress."
    "So you're a sexy artist?"
    "Sexy, yes. Artist, no. I went to a website for making collages. You know, you upload the photos you're working with, and the image you want to make with them, and how big you want it to be. I wanted to make a giant condom wrapper, so it is twenty condoms wide and twenty high. I wanted the image to look like a giant version of the custom condoms. Turns out you have to have different images to blend the colors together, so instead of a real collage I have a fifty-square-inch square that will have four hundred condoms hot glued on it."
    "It still sounds awesome. I can't wait to see it. What are you going to do with it when it's done?" I asked curiously.
    "Originally I planned to impress you with it. I was hoping when you saw it you'd be all, like, wooed and then I'd say something like, 'I want to stick my big sword in your tight sheath,' and you'd be so enamored by the collage you wouldn't notice how corny I am," he said, grinning at me like a cheeseball. (Some people say goofball, but I like cheese and balls, and I really like Zack's balls.)
    "All you had to do was show me your sword and I'd be more than impressed and let you sheath it wherever you wanted," I replied, proud of myself for being flirty and not saying something like, "I like corn," which I do, but that doesn't sound sexy (unless you have a food fetish).
    "I know that now. The collage idea was before I knew how easy you were," he said teasingly. I was still thinking about corn.
    "Hey, Zack, you have a food fetish?" I asked because it was best to know these things, especially since I'd committed to having lots and lots of sex with him.
    "Not particularly, but I like food, so if you have a food fetish, it's cool." Damn his voice was sexy.
    "I don't either. I was just thinking about corn." I hoped he didn't ask me why I was thinking about it, because I seriously didn't know.
    He rolled over, hovering above me, and put his lips by my ear, "I never had a boyfriend that got excited about corn before."
    "I don't get turned on thinking about corn. And who said I'd be your boyfriend?" I moaned when he lowered his body to rub against mine.
    "You feel excited and you said you were thinking about corn. And you have to be my boyfriend; I'm making you condom art."
    "Trust me, it's not the corn that's making me hard, and you are persuasive with your mating rituals. Stealing, blackmail, weird art gifts, and really great sex… who could say no to that?"
    "When you put it like that it sounds like the best first date ever. Now shut up so we can get started on using these condoms." That sounded like a brilliant idea. Not that conversation was possible since he'd barely finished his sentence before his lips were sealed to mine. Then he pulled away again to whisper, "Don't forget I want to hear you talk dirty."
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    Later that night…
    Mission: Dirty Play. EPIC SUCCESS!
    THE END
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DISCIPLINARY ACTION
    by Jane Davitt

    Two hot guys, one in a shirt and tie, one dressed more casually, are lying on a couch in an office, shirts unbuttoned, kissing, totally into each other.

    Dear Author
    The boss was called away for the day and asked me to step in and interview some new contractors. This one pressed all the right buttons and we ended up on the couch in my boss's office. Then guess who walks in...
    Sincerely,
    Anwen

    genre: contemporary
    tags: office romance; BDSM; threesome; blow job; bondage; spanking; D/s relationship; first time
    content warning: BDSM; spanking; mild pain play
    word count: 16,293
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    DISCIPLINARY ACTION
    by Jane Davitt
    Bored, boring, bored, boring... Zach lined his last paperclip up on the desk and gave his piece of art a considering look. That paperclip there needed to go over to the left just a--
    The door to the inner office swung open and his boss walked out. Shit . Zach swept his hand across the paperclips he'd arranged into the outline of an impressive cock and balls (way bigger than life-size and beyond even his most lurid fantasy; he had a lot of paperclips to play with) and felt a blush heat his face.
    If Mr. Brandon had seen them... But though Jack Brandon didn't miss much when it came to Brandon Construction,