Monday, 22 July 2013

All or Nothing, Myself in Enver. @wtprater @breathlesspress

I am delighted to welcome Wt Prater today. Over to you...

Eventually, every author gets asked, how much of yourself is in this story? And almost every author answers differently. When asked this question about "Exercising His Options", my latest story, I would have to say: all and/or nothing. I am nothing like Enver, but my wife is exactly like Deanna (in my eyes). I totally heart Kurt, but I have never been audacious enough to do half of the things he does and will do. All three of these characters have nothing to do with me but they also hit me at my hearts soul.

If you've heard my previous posts on this blog tour, you know about my church experience ( , my thoughts about marriage (, prostitution ( and straight men in love with men ( 

These are my opinions of course. BUT were I in an alternate universe, I could see myself believing and living as Enver does or having the type of sex life Kurt does ( . I feel this is a beautiful non-answer to a question that is far too complex to answer in a short post or even a large novel. So I say again: All or nothing. Next question?

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Exercising His Options
When Enver Mann started jogging every morning, it was at his wife’s provocation. After a year, he’s still at it, but now it’s his choice. Little does he know, that choice may open up a whole world to him. While jogging one day, he happens upon two men having sex, and for the first time he wants that. The man with the red hair and the incredible ass. And while his mind might second guess him, his wife doesn’t. When she instigates their encounter, Enver knows he will never look at life, or sex, the same way again.
Wt Prater is a writer, having four short stories in various states of publishing, and approximately thirty works in progress. Just Write and SO Gay is his blog, which he strives to update weekly. He is a producer and host on Blog Talk Radio, partnering with Marketing for Romance Writers of which he helps lead. He is also an Assistant Organizer of the Nashville Writer's Group. Online, he has active social networking on Facebook, Twitter, Fetlife, Linked In, Tumbler, Goodreads, and Meet Up. In real life, he stays just as busy bouncing around in his non-profit volunteering from the GLBT commuity to the BDSM community to church community.
As Enver Mann looked at Kurt’s hair caught in the wind, and the freckles on the back of his neck that disappeared somewhere into his jacket, Enver wanted nothing more than for this man to lay him down and kiss him. All of course while he was fucking him as hard as he could. The breeze continued to blow the leaves up and around, creating still more of the tornado like shapes. As the sun continued to peek out of the sky, from behind a cloud, Enver noticed that it now set its gentle light on some places while leaving some spots completely dark. He looked at Kurt again and saw that the light bounced from his copper hair to his now sweaty shirt. For the first time that he could remember in his life, his mouth actually watered for a sexual act. Thinking of that tender flesh, and the taste he had been yearning for since he had first seen Kurt, he got even harder. Every dream and desire for the last week or so had all involved this man, in some form or fashion. His wife made sure of that

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