Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 5

she discovered M/M romance, and how it was now a legitimate branch of romance writing, she knew her course. S.L. plans to release F/F, M/M, M/F, and multiple partner books as she continues her writing career. M/M romance is where her heart lies, no matter what else she may write or read, and it's where she keeps returning to. There is something about two men passionately in love that just makes her heart melt, and she has no intention of giving that up anytime soon.
    S.L. Armstrong lives in Florida with her husband, two dogs, and seven cats. She hates the heat and longs for a northern, snowy climate. She writes with K. Piet on a number of projects, but she also writes her own solitary titles as well. S.L. Armstrong owns Storm Moon Press LLC along with her husband and K. Piet, and she is proud of all they accomplish with the micro press.
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    Author bio: K. Piet was born in California and raised in Flagstaff, Arizona, with her older sister and two cats. After studying in three different states and graduating magna cum laude from the University of Nevada – Las Vegas in Kinesiological Sciences, K. moved back to Flagstaff to pursue a career in therapeutic bodywork and massage. Her private massage business places an emphasis on sports massage for circus performers, dancers, and athletes training at high altitude.
    Throughout high school and college, writing fiction was little more than a pleasant diversion from required essays and applied science courses. After working with author S.L. Armstrong on a number of small writing projects and coming to see the act of writing as a learned skill, K. found a new zeal for the challenge and now writes as a sideline career. She is particularly fond of writing in the High Fantasy and Paranormal genres, adding her own homoerotic, and often kinky, flair to her fiction.
    K. was once locally published in Flagstaff for her poetry in high school and has been a featured artist for the convention group CirqueCon. 2010 was her debut year at Storm Moon Press, the small, independent, erotic-romance press she cofounded with S. L. Armstrong in order to self-publish their collaborative fiction.
    K. also enjoys drawing, circus arts such as flying trapeze and aerial silks, musical theater, and hoopdancing, all of which she feels balance her scientific, kinesiological side with her passion for the artistic and dramatic. Her love of the human body and its endless possibilities bleeds into nearly every facet of her life, from massage, to writing, to staring at the attractive men at the local Renaissance Fair...
    Just kidding on that last part. Really.
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JUST BE & HE PAINTS IN WHITE
    by Jason Huffman-Black

    A naked man lies bound on crisp white sheets—his blindfold appears to be a white pillowcase, his gag: a white towel. The man's testicles are separated and strung tightly with a white shoelace, rivulets of cum streaking across his abdomen.

    Dear Author,
    Who is he? How did he get here? Why would he submit himself to hours of teasing, torment, edging, and orgasm control? How much more can he take?
    I need to know.
    Sincerely,
    Stella

    genre: contemporary
    tags: bdsm, bondage, submission, toys, edging, orgasm control, ball torture (light)
    word count: 1,435
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    JUST BE & HE PAINTS IN WHITE
    by Jason Huffman-Black
    The first thud brought a shudder. Being bound up tightly left him incapable of much other movement. The towel in his mouth muffled his pained cry to a mere moan.
    Hard. He'd been hard for hours, his body surely marked from the various pains and pleasures keeping him in that condition, although he couldn't see past the blindfold to confirm. This new treatment blew his mind.
    Another thud. He rolled his eyes and curled his toes. It had to be the deerskin flogger; nothing else would have worked so well, giving the deep thud shaking him to his bones, and the pleasure sending him flying.
    One more thud and his ass muscles clenched, struggling to push his hips up. The movement drove the small egg-shaped vibrator harder against his prostate.
    His cock and balls had been tied until they throbbed. His master had chewed and sucked his swollen testicles until he'd wept. But now his cock had been strung up, standing straight out from his body so that the soft weighted leather straps of the flogger could work their magic.
    Thud. The straps slapped down onto his cock,