A Playful Swat (Saturday Spankings)


Genre:
M/M erotica, sci-fi

Length:
3000 words (approximate)

Mature Content Advisory:
This post is on a bone-cation in Pound Town. In other words, readers proceeding beyond this point will encounter explicit man to man to man naughty fun. If that sort of thing really is not your bag, Baby, do not proceed beyond this point. You have been warned.

Blurb
When Pingucury raiders attack their rig, hunky roughneck clone foreman Iker and his equally buff pal Peregrine are forced to flee. The friends encounter Ohannes, a sweet and submissive pleasure clone who offers them shelter. 

Snippet

 “You are about as tactful as a rampaging Ogmeit,” Peregrine snarled as Iker gave his back cheeks a sharp slap, chortling gleefully. “Quit trying to distract me. I like a little nuance in my fucking, not just jackhammering my dick in and out of a willing hole. This is a game that no-one will lose, Ike, so stop acting like winning is everything.”

“Yeah, you’re absolutely right,” Iker mused as he watched Peregrine’s stiff shaft sliding in and out of Ohannes’ slick backdoor. He cupped and fondled first Ohannes’ balls, then Peregrine’s. “I really should be more of a team player. It’s a different dynamic when the team is small. So, I’m going to give you one more minute of fuck-time to show that I’m a good sport. What do you think, Hot Stuff?"

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Roses and Rain #MFRWAuthor #MFRWSteam

 


Genre:
M/M erotica, sci-fi

Length:
3000 words (approximate)

Mature Content Advisory:
The following snippet is spicy and makes no bones about the fact that it contains boning. If that sort of thing really is not your bag, Baby, please avoid this snippet.

Blurb

As enchanted roughneck Peregrine Varga opens himself both physically and spiritually to the well-endowed Brother Mateus of the mysterious Temple Bratuns, his troubled past with Hangiri Industries handsome and unscrupulous executive clone Lèandre Anandi Bruhn is brought to light. Will illuminating the heartbreaking memories of his time in Lèandre’s control free Peregrine from Finn’s curse or will Iker Macauley lose his best friend with benefits to the erotic shadows of lusty entanglements from the dark past?

Read the preceding six-sentence snippet shared with Rainbow Snippets this Saturday if you wish.

https://www.naughtynetherworldpress.com/2021/09/cloned-heat-ix-shadows-of-lust.html

Snippet

“Sim, meu caro amigo,” Brother Mateus sympathized. “I know it is tempting to keep these bittersweet memories in the shadows. But when exposed to the light, they lose their power. You are among friends now. We will not allow you to be consumed by your darkness. Tell us, please, of this loving and lustful memory with your Master Lèandre.”

The temple, the monks, and even the incomparable sensations of Brother Mateus’ immense cock probing his tender tunnel faded away as Peregrine allowed himself to recall an impossibly romantic afternoon with the man that he once thought he’d spend his life with.

“Ma belle Peregrine!” Lèandre called as he entered the mansion. “Your most ardent admirer is here at your service, and he has brought you flowers.”

“Master Lèandre, they’re beautiful!” Peregrine praised. “The scent is a delight to my senses! What are these ones called again? I am afraid that botany is not one of my strengths.”

“They are called roses, mon amour,” Lèandre replied. “They are beautiful, yes, but their beauty pales in comparison to your heavenly face. Simeon, be a love and put these flowers in a vase. One of the good vases, mind. Do not insult the divine Peregrine by placing them in one of those terribly kitschy items given to me by that ridiculous blood-born nephew of Bone’s. Young Radoslav is dying to fuck me, you know. I’d allow him the pleasure, but he’s a bit…how do I put this kindly? Oh, to hell with it, sometimes forthrightness is best. He’s whiny and clingy.”

“Why do you keep his gifts, Master?” Peregrine inquired, his voice trembling as Lèandre caressed his cock through his trousers.

“Because it brings him joy to give them to me,” Lèandre replied with a shrug. “Ma belle Peregrine, I am not a brute. Perhaps one day we could fuck him together. Give him a thrill so his efforts aren’t all in vain, you know. I would have to talk to Bone first, suggest that he has a little chat with his nephew, make the young fellow understand that a good fuck is not a promise of forever. He’s a nice enough chap, Radoslav, but a bit dull. Not like you, mon tendre. The light from your brilliant soul shines like the brightest star in the night sky.”

Peregrine wished he and Lèandre could remain forever in the strawberry-flavored kiss that followed his lustful words.

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Meeting Ohannes #MFRWHooks #MFRWAuthor

 

Genre

M/M erotica, sci-fi

Length

3000 words (approximate)

Note

I am back to sharing from The Stable Boy's Roughneck Ride, which is the first book in the Cloned Heat series. You can read the first chapter from this book here.

https://www.naughtynetherworldpress.com/2021/02/the-stable-boys-roughneck-ride-chapter.html

I am aware that some of you feel that my 8-10 sentence snippets are too brief, but this is what is considered appropriate for most other blog hops that I participate in. The Cloned Heat stories are approximately 3000 words each. If I shared an entire chapter every time, I'd share close to the entire book in a month. I'm not going to do that.

You can read the full first chapters from each new Cloned Heat book during MFRW Steam/MFRW Retweet day. MFRW Steam and MFRW Retweet Day usually work in tandem, but not this month.

The Blurb

When Pingucury raiders attack their rig, hunky roughneck clone foreman Iker and his equally buff pal Peregrine are forced to flee. The friends encounter Ohannes, a sweet and submissive pleasure clone who offers them shelter. 

The Snippet

A tall, slender human male clone appearing to be about 25 years of age stepped out from behind a bale of hay. He was a striking-looking fellow with an alabaster complexion and angular features. His thick, blue-black bangs fell over wide, onyx eyes.

“Crap, he’s a pleasure clone,” Iker muttered. “I was hopin’ for someone with useful skills who could hold their own in a fight.”

“We don’t know what skills he has,” Peregrine whispered. “We should give him a chance. Anyway, it wouldn’t be right to leave him here unprotected.”

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Readers Roost: Sexy Saturday Guest Post: Rajasthani Moon

Readers Roost: Sexy Saturday Guest Post: Rajasthani Moon:   MF/MMF Steampunk Shifter BDSM Erotic Romance 52,600 words Smashwords and Amazon KDP ISBN (Smashwords): 9781005359492 ASIN: B09...

Check out this week's sizzling Sexy Saturday guest post with Lisabet Sarai, author of the hot historical shifter romance Rajasthani Moon.

Cloned Heat IX: Shadows of Lust #RainbowSnippets

 


Genre:
M/M erotica, sci-fi

Length:
3000 words (approximate)

Mature Content Advisory:
Although this post isn't terribly explicit, the story that the excerpt is taken from reaches Erotic Supernova levels and is definitely not for the faint of heart.

Blurb

As enchanted roughneck Peregrine Varga opens himself both physically and spiritually to the well-endowed Brother Mateus of the mysterious Temple Bratuns, his troubled past with Hangiri Industries handsome and unscrupulous executive clone Lèandre Anandi Bruhn is brought to light. Will illuminating the heartbreaking memories of his time in Lèandre’s control free Peregrine from Finn’s curse or will Iker Macauley lose his best friend with benefits to the erotic shadows of lusty entanglements from the dark past?

Snippet

As Peregrine opened himself body and soul to Brother Mateus, a hard rain began to fall outside. The enchanted roughneck heard the tapping of the raindrops on the roof of the monastery, and a strong breeze blew through the open windows, carrying the scent of flowers from the monastery’s gardens. Hidden memories flooded to the surface of Peregrine’s mind, and tears flowed from his eyes.

“Roses,” Peregrine murmured. “Master Lèandre brought me roses, and as the rain fell outside, he gave me the illusion that he had fallen as deeply in love with me as I had with him. In the end, the whole experience was nothing but a bouquet of lies delivered with strawberry kisses.”

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Readers Roost: Roost Recommendations September 2021

Readers Roost: Roost Recommendations September 2021:   Hello, Roosties! I'm looking forward to some cooler days with fall coming on. I'll be adding lots of...

I've started working on this month's Roost Recommendations. Don't forget to bookmark the post so you can check out the new additions all through September. If you don't see anything that floats your boat just yet, be sure to check the archive for previous Roost Recommendations. 

If you like regency romance, I suggest taking advantage of the pre-order discount for Amber Daulton's forthcoming release, Forever Winter. Until October 5, you can pre-order your copy for just 99 cents. That's $5 off the usual price. Follow this link so you don't miss out!


If regency romance really isn't your bag, Baby, Lisabet Sarai has some steamy erotic romance offerings that may float your boat. Or you might prefer an action/adventure story featuring a kick-ass lesbian super-heroine. 

I couldn't blame you if you wanted to expand your library with all the great books you'll find waiting for you in this month's Roost Recommendations!

Insecure Writers Support Group 1 September 2021

 

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September 1 question - 

How do you define success as a writer? 

Is it holding your book in your hand? 

Having a short story published? 

Making a certain amount of income from your writing?

Technically, these are questions, plural. 

I will stop being pedantic now and do my worst.

1) How do I define success as a writer?

Hell if I know. I'll let you know when it happens.

2) Is it holding your book in your hand?

I would have to hold my computer. I only publish e-books at this time.

3) Having a short story published?

I publish a new story every month. I don't define my abilities as a writer based on whether or not someone else will publish my work.

4) Making a certain amount of income from your work?

If I depended on income to define my worth as a writer, I'd give up writing and become an alcoholic. I'll start looking at my royalties if they ever amount to enough to make me notice them.

And there you have it. I told you I'd do my worst.

Ornery Owl Has Spoken


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Charity Sunday 29 August 2021: The Rotten Noggin Fund

 


Justin Ward is a great guy with a wicked sense of humor who has inoperable metastatic brain cancer. He is hoping to raise enough money to help his family cover his final expenses. 

Here is the link to Justin's fundraiser.

You can also follow Justin on Twitter.

I will donate a dollar to Justin's fund for every comment I receive on this post. Thank you.

I'd like to share a bit from a very different kind of WIP that I am working on. It's something that I've started and stopped numerous times. I think that this time I'm actually going to go through with it. My son has expressed strong support for my doing so.

Breaking Free From My Addiction to Validation
Genre: Autobiography, Nonfiction, Mental Health

Blurb

I have tried to write this book many times.

This time I am writing it with guidance from the book Self-Help Sucks by Tony Blankenship.

https://amzn.to/3sCWA9q

This is a short, easy-to-read book based on the Twelve Step method.

I’ve always been critical of the Twelve-Step method, but I liked Tony’s approach, so I thought I’d give it a try.

I’m fortunate to have been able to avoid physical addictions such as alcohol, drugs, or nicotine.

I am using the book to help me focus on healing my need for approval.

I do not think that anything will work out for me if I am doing it to gain approval from others rather than doing it because I love it and believe in it.

My approval-seeking behavior leaves me depressed and unsatisfied. It is a futile search for something that I wasn’t given as a child. I keep looking for validation from people who clearly have no interest in me or my creations. This is a waste of time and can only end in heartache.

Nonetheless, I am addicted to validation given by others. When someone compliments me on one of my creations, I feel buoyant. When others criticize my work, I crumble.

I need to either stop sharing my work altogether or stop depending on the approval of others.

This is necessary for my overall well-being.

I am 56 years old, and time is not on my side.

I need to do what feels right regardless of whether others approve.

I need to free myself from the trap of seeking validation from others at long last.

Fair warning that if you have a problem with profanity, this is not the book for you.

Day 1

21 August 2021

Spirit of the Universe, please set aside everything I think I know about myself, about my story, about my need for validation, and especially about you, Universe, so that I may have an open mind and a new experience with myself, with my story, with my need for validation, and with you, Universe. Please help me to see the truth. Amen.

Today’s meditation: Introduction to Zazen Meditation with Jason Cain

https://www.jasoncain.net/books-audios/meditation-audio-singles

I have thirsted for validation from others for literal decades.

Please tell me that I’m okay, that you like me, that my writing is good.

Please tell me that you want to be my friend.

Please tell me that I’m worth something.

Please tell me that I’m not just all wrong and fucked up and somehow deserve to be kicked every time I’m down.

Please tell me that I’m good just the way I am.

Please tell me that you like me.

Please like me.

Please don’t hate me.

Please validate me.

I’ve promised myself many times that I would stop doing this. I don’t need validation from others. I am enough. It’s enough that I appreciate the things that I create. Fuck everyone else and their stupid, useless opinions. Fuck those haters.


Somehow, I still end up craving validation.

Things are far from harmonious, especially in my head.

When I go into a tailspin because I haven’t gotten the validation that I need, everything suffers. My mood, my writing, even everyday tasks like cooking and doing the dishes.

I admit that I am powerless over my desire for validation and my life is unmanageable.

Dear divine spirit of the Universe, please help me to surrender my need for validation to you.


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Ornery Owl, waxing philosophical about the nature of life, the Universe, and everything
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FOAD Thursday: Amazon Woes (Again)

 

Once again, the insufferable fucknuggets at Amazon can FOAD

Since the nit-pickers Amazon are a bunch of insufferable twats, it appears that I have to publish my Lovecraftian fiction on a different platform. At this point, I'll probably just sell the PDFs through Odysee. 

I always properly credit my sources. I never claim that characters such as Nyarlathotep are my creations. Furthermore, at this point, Lovecraft's work is in the public domain. He wrote the poem Nathicana in 1919 and the short story Nyarlathotep in 1920. That is over 100 years ago.

These works are done in appreciation of a longtime favorite author. 

Will I have to ask Edgar Allan Poe's permission to reference ravens in future stories?

I always feel like I'm selling my soul whenever I publish to Amazon anyway.




Ornery Owl is miffed
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Figuring Things Out

 

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A talented online friend, Jess DeWahls, recently asked how you know if you're burned out. I said that when the things that usually bring you happiness no longer do, that's one of the biggest signs that you're experiencing burnout.

Today, Jess posted this on her Patreon.


I've always been the kind of person that always has to be doing, doing, doing.

I always have to be proving myself, if not to someone else than to myself.

Mostly to myself.

I've been burned out for years.

I've always taken care of everyone except me. 

Living in the middle of nowhere as my son and I do, we often have revealing conversations about life. Sometimes it's just a bitch-fest, but other times something important rises to the top.

My son has a friend who is responsible for taking care of family members. She asked him how you know if you're developing compassion fatigue. 

I had compassion fatigue before I got fired from my job as a home care nurse in 2017. I was burned out and not paying proper attention a lot of the time because I felt like hammered shit. My own health was in a precarious place. This led me to make a critical mistake that I regret to this day.

One of my patients was a pre-teen boy who had a rare x-linked disorder with frequent seizures. He couldn't walk or talk. He was a big kid. I had my tricks for moving and repositioning him. He was incontinent and sometimes he would let loose astounding amounts of urine. On those occasions, the whole bed would need to be changed.

I thought I had him positioned well on the bed while I gathered sheets and pads. I was wrong. He managed to roll out of the bed. I dived to catch him, but his leg struck the chair next to the bed where I sat during the night beside him.

For the next several days, he was obviously in pain, but he couldn't tell us what was wrong.

His mother finally managed to get him to the E.R. It turned out that he had a fractured femur.

I wasn't in trouble because accidents do happen in this line of work. However, I knew that I was nowhere near at my best. Had I been at my best, I would have made sure that there were pillows tucked around him and I would have made sure that the bed rail was up.

A few months later, I was taking care of another patient. I had a serious respiratory infection but was cajoled into going into work anyway since I'd contracted the infection from this patient.

I fell into a very deep sleep, and during that time the patient managed to wrap the oxygen hose leading to his tracheotomy port around himself. When I came out of that darkness, it was 20 minutes later than the time I noted before going under, and the patient's father was sitting on the side of the bed glaring at me.

I haven't been the same since that night. I feel like I had a small stroke. I was completely exhausted and sick as a proverbial dog. I was fired the next day and wasn't surprised. I wanted to scream at my supervisors "you people do this to us! You work your nurses to death and then fire us when the inevitable happens!" I was far from the first nurse that this had happened to.

It took me about three years to stop defining myself by my failure to work a normal job. It took me time to stop seeing myself as a failure because I had to go on disability. 

My father was a neurotic perfectionist. He never allowed himself to rest. He was always doing, doing, doing. He slept very poorly. He always felt like a failure. He had a major hemorrhagic stroke at 68 years old and was dead by 74 after several smaller strokes.

I don't want that to happen to me. Unlike my father, I do take medication for my hypertension even though antihypertensives are downers, and the last thing my depressive ass needs is to be more depressed.

Even when I started allowing myself to commit to the literary areas and no longer had to punch a time clock, I've still let myself fall into the trap of needing other people's approval or I'm a failure. When someone doesn't like what I write, it sends me into a tailspin. Sometimes even when it's a criticism of one of my reviews, as stupid as that sounds.

Recently, I found myself not caring about the worlds that mean so much to me and realized that I had to take a step back.

Do you know that there's a lot of crap on the Amazon Prime platform?

Yeah, there's some good stuff too, but there's a lot of crap.

I'm not sure I'll ever be able to entirely accept the fact that I will never be popular, that most people are always going to find me weird and unlikable. Often when I get a bunch of criticism over a story it seems like most of the time it's people playing follow the leader and ganging up on someone who isn't part of the "in" crowd rather than that there's really anything wrong with the story itself. 

Also, these fuckers really don't know how to make hamburgers. The WEP team advises using the hamburger method when critiquing, where you wrap any negative critique in two positive ones. 

Nobody ever does that with my work when I enter the WEP grid, they just pick it to pieces. Hence, I probably will not be officially participating there anymore. I don't enjoy being nibbled to death by mice, and I don't like feeling like I'm back in high school.

I don't really care if anyone else would publish my work. I'll publish it myself. I just need to spend a day or two watching some godawful melodrama. Then, hopefully, I'll be good to go again.

Ornery Owl is Back to Being Ornery


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Midweek Madness Update

 

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I've finally gotten through the MFRW Steam Hop posts and posted everyone's links to the August Roost Recommendations.

At this point, I'm thinking it would be best to go back to a weekly-ish format with the Roost Recommendations because the people at the end of the month are going to get the short end of the stick. 

I thought I had something to say, but I guess I really don't. I'm feeling burned out and discouraged right now. 

A Less Ornery Than Usual Owl Has Sighed Into the Void

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No WEP

 

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I will not be participating in the WEP challenge this time.

If anyone who is participating stops by here, I hope you enjoy this round.

The good news is, now nobody will have to worry about the fact that I'm not Charlotte.

I could change my handle from Ornery Owl to avoid confusion, although I thought the part about "from Naughty Netherworld Press and Reader's Roost" already made the clarification.

However, I like the Ornery Owl handle, and somehow I think "bitter old hag whose resting bitch face never rests" seems a bit confrontational.

Therefore, I remain ornery and not Charlotte, even if I'm not actually an owl.

Ornery Owl (Still not Charlotte) Has Spoken


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Ornery's Mid-Month Check-In

 Welcome to the second newsletter for August. I'm on a roll!

​How it started:
I'm gonna try to be all things to everyone!

How it's going:
Rather than shaming myself for falling short of that goal, I am objectively analyzing my own patterns and actions. This is genuinely a first for me. In my entire 56 years, I have never actually done this before. 

I notice that I get a pretty hearty selection of books for the Roost Recommendations (HTTP://ornerybookemporium.blogspot.com) when I participate in MFRW Retweet Day with MFRW Author (https://mfrw.blogspot.com/). So no matter what else happens, the Roost Recommendations won't be a shameful flop. Of course I need to be sure to put my tweet link on the correct post or it won't see any action. Derp! 

For those who aren't currently participating in MFRW Retweet Day, I highly recommend MFRW Retweet Day. Follow the link to learn more. Also, tell everyone to sign up for the Naughty Netherworld Newsletter to get useful tips like this plus lots of useless blather--I mean, scintillating conversation.

I was intending to start my shares for the MFRW Steam Hop (http://mfrwsteam.blogspot.com/) on Thursday, but Other Shit happened. I can't plan my activities around The Perfect Month. I need to leave room for Other Shit, because Other Shit always happens including shit like my being inspired on my latest, soon-to-be-rejected WIP being created specifically for rejection from this year's IWSG anthology. (HTTP://www.insecurewriterssupportgroup.com)

I'm actually not being self-deprecating when I say this. My work isn't their cup of tea. I always create a piece for rejection anyway and self-publish it later. 

I didn't write an IWSG post this month. I'll get back to that next month.

I made myself a schedule to follow. I'll be revising it. I forgot that it existed until this moment. What people refer to as "senior moments" is the story of ADHD. I've been like this all my life. There were no significant changes when I hit 40 or 50.

When I was undergoing evaluation for disability, I learned that I don't have dementia and that my short-term memory is actually pretty good when I concentrate on something. When I focus on something else, all is forgotten except for those things that are critically important. I'm actually a lot better at knowing where to find my keys now than I was when I was in my 20s and 30s because I always put them in the same place!

Anyway, sometimes I have to let inspiration take precedence over the practical stuff. I'll get to the MFRW Steam comments today and add everyone's books and posts to the Roost Recommendations. I'll see what comes next after that.

I need to drive to Fort Collins (60 miles away) for a blood draw. I wanted to do it earlier in the month but I'm not going to go if I'm not positive that the lab has my orders, and they haven't been answering the phone or returning my calls. I asked my PA to email or snail mail me a copy of the lab orders. So far I've not received that either.

I may ask the PA if I should come in for the rest of the annual diabetic check and I can pick up the orders from her. I don't have the staff at her office do my draws because 

A) I have to do a modified fast for 12 hours where I can't eat anything containing fat. This is so I don't get a false high reading on my triglycerides. Since I'm diabetic, she realizes that I have to eat something so I don't pass out, so my glucose is going to be high when the labs are drawn. That's not the problem. The problem is I feel like hot garbage because foods with zero fat are notoriously unsatisfying. 

B) My veins are shit, so the MAs at the office usually can't get them. The people at the lab in Fort Collins are EMTs and paramedics. They're proficient at dealing with terrible veins. 

In summary, I'm not going to drive 125 miles to the doctor's office while feeling like absolute crap and needing to pee so bad I can taste it because I have to drink massive amounts of liquid to plump up my garbage veins, only to get to the doctor's office and have to endure multiple failed attempts to get blood from a turnip. 

The other problem in this equation is that the post office has been returning my mail recently, so who knows if the lab orders will get to me or not. If they aren't here today, I'll contact the office and let them know.

This is the story of my stupid life. I bet you're glad you're not me. I wouldn't be me either if I had a choice.

~Ornery Owl Has Spoken~




A Playful Swat (Saturday Spankings)

Genre: M/M erotica, sci-fi Length: 3000 words (approximate) Mature Content Advisory: This post is on a bone-cation in Pound Town. In other w...