Sexy short stories are super fun, especially when they’re for charity. Today, COME PLAY has been unleashed upon the world, and I am proud to be part of it. Here’s the gist … Oh, and some of the text in this blog post is definitely NSFW!! Adult words ahead! You’ve been warned!
Watch and Learn if the Coach’s Little Kitten can be Tamed. Follow the Doctor’s Orders and read all about Brotherly Love. Understand Abstract Love and then take a peek at A Kink Chronicles Short. It’s all about Pretty Boys, The Kiss, and Particular Tastes bundled up in this must-have erotic anthology.
Come, play with us.
Abstract Love by Sara Dobie Bauer
A Kink Chronicles Short by Luna David
Brotherly Love by Lynn Van Dorn
Coach’s Little Kitten by Quin Perin
Doctor’s Orders by Emma Jaye
Particular Tastes by T.S. McKinney
Pretty Boy by E.M. Denning
Tamed by T.M. Chris
The Kiss by A.G. Carothers
Watch and Learn by K.C. Wells
All proceeds from this anthology will be donated to The Trevor Project, which focuses on suicide prevention efforts among lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender, and questioning youth. This charity means so much to me as both a mental health speaker and LGBTQ advocate AND person who has fought my own battles with depression and self-harm.
My short story, “Abstract Love” is a comical enemies-to-lovers, gay-for-you love story between a grumpy corporate exec and a snarky young graphic designer. You’ll find a teaser below, but be sure to buy your copy of COME PLAY today.
Support The Trevor Project, and read some damn fine smut!!!
“Abstract Love” Excerpt
by Sara Dobie Bauer
Sam threw his hands in the air. “Why do you hate me? You’ve hated me since I walked into this fucking office, and I have no idea why! Jesus Christ, you helped hire me!”
What with the envelope and people knowing and all the cruel cackles—and Sam in his office after-hours—it all piled up until, suddenly, Donovan stood right in front of Sam without any memory of moving. He did remember yelling, “You are a disrespectful, spoiled brat who knows nothing about real life because your nose is always stuffed in a sketchbook.”
Probably to get some distance, considering Donovan was practically up his nose, Sam shoved Donovan in the chest. “Well, you’re a miserable, grumpy son of a bitch who hates the world, and nobody fucking likes you!”
Donovan stood up straight and blinked just as Sam dug his hands into his chestnut curls.
“Oh, my God, shit, I’m so sorry. That was a terrible thing to say.”
Donovan felt the lump like vomit in his throat. Do not cry. Not here, not now, not in front of him. At least, those were his initial thoughts, which changed when he really thought about it because—if he was honest—he really … needed … Sam.
He reached out and grabbed Sam’s ugly yellow coat. In fact, he went one better. He pressed Sam against the closed office door and kissed him.
For Donovan, relief was instantaneous. He gripped Sam’s collar and kissed some more. Surprisingly, Sam moaned and kissed back, mouth open wide as his tongue came out to play. His hands clung to the back of Donovan’s head as he made the most delicious sighing noises, and Donovan noticed Sam’s lips were so fucking soft.
They kissed and kissed. Donovan would have kept kissing, a man flailing blindly away from heterosexuality, but Sam eventually tilted his head to the side and said, “Whoa, okay, pump the brakes, big chief.”
They ended up sitting side by side in Donovan’s guest chairs. Neither man spoke for a good five minutes. Donovan stared at the floor while Sam tapped his fingers on his knees.
Finally, he said, “Hello, I’m Sam Shelby. Who the fuck are you?”
Donovan chuckled so he wouldn’t cry.
“You don’t hate me, do you?”
“God, why do you have to smell so good?”
Sam leaned forward in his seat. “It’s Gain laundry detergent and some French cologne my sister bought.”
“I’m sorry I kissed you,” Donovan whispered.
“Don’t be. It was a good kiss.”
“Look, I’m getting a divorce, which apparently the whole office knows about. I haven’t felt anything in months, not until you showed up.” He lifted his head but still didn’t make eye contact. He wasn’t sure he could handle Sam’s baby blues just yet. “You’re so talented. It’s disturbing how talented you are. I hated it at first. I hated you, or at least I thought I did.” He rubbed his hand over his face. “Who gave you the right to come into my life and be so talented and passionate? Who gave you the right to be a light in my dark?”
“Depression is easy, Donovan. It’s the other shit that’s hard.” He sighed and clapped his hands together once. “So. You wanna go fuck?”
Now, that got Donovan’s full attention. “What?”
“We live in the same building. The walk of shame would be really short.”
Donovan stood and backed away from the wily creature he’d erroneously allowed remain in his office. “Sam, I’ve never … well …”
“Fucked a work colleague?” He waggled his dark eyebrows.
“No. I mean, yes, I’ve never fucked a colleague, but I’m saying I’ve never …”
“Been with a brunette?”
“Been with a guy.”
“Oh,” Sam said. “Ohhhhh,” he said again. “Oh?” He leaned back in his chair. He half-chuckled, only part of his mouth curling up in amusement. “But we …” He waved at the office door. “I figured you must—”
“Just you,” he said and ground his teeth together.
Read the rest of Donovan and Sam’s amorous (and educational) adventures in “Abstract Love,” featured in COME PLAY. Go buy it! It’s kinky, and it’s for charity!