Women writing about men in love! Some people might find it strange that females love creating stories about hot men having sex and getting emotional but really, these days, it’s no longer uncommon to find a great deal of m/m authors who are not gay males. With some of the best writers, you would never know this unless you knew them personally or they made it public knowledge.
Since I have no secrets, I confess, I’m a woman. *shrug*
I, Michael Mandrake/Rawiya/Blmorticia, write m/m in addition to m/f, m/m/f, m/f/m, ménage, group sex, and everything in between. As much as I love a great hetero tale, I enjoy m/m erotica romance the best. There’s just something more intriguing than the vanilla or as I call it “safe” kind of story. Even in this day and age where we should be more tolerant towards people’s sexual orientation, it’s still very much taboo to read or write about same sex copulation. That fact is really a shame but I won’t use this space as a soapbox.
What is it about men having sex that just gets me all hot and bothered?
It is the thought of two rock hard bodies, sweaty, maybe a bit dirty, getting together. A kiss between two men, tongues intertwining, their facial hair rubbing against each other’s cheeks? The vision of two beautiful specimen’s enjoying a shower or even more sexy, a ménage or foursome, pleasuring one another with a hot session of fellatio or mutual masturbation.
You’re not hot yet? Well, if you’re a quote “macho man” or woman who’s not into that, fine, but truly, nothing inspires me more than dreaming of scenarios that I most likely won’t be able to witness in person. Such is the reason I write about it because my imagination is chock full of ideas of what my ideal m/m relationship is. A hot and sweaty romp with some tension, emotion, and sometimes, even a happy ending.
So again, why do I write gay stories? It’s arousing, it’s different, and right now, more people are interested in reading about the so called “left” side and as long as that happens, my-selves, along with my fellow male and female counterparts will be able to entertain the masses.
Here's a little from snarky gal, BL's series Something New on the Menu. The first book Something Fresh Served Hot is an ARe bestseller.
Something New on the Menu
The Series
In this series of stories, BLMorticia and Rawiya will correlate the uses of foods and gay male erotica in a humorous, titillating, and intriguing way. These are well written tales where the details include something about a certain kind of food or the setting exists in the food service industry.
Each one is individually crafted with its own sets of characters in our contemporary world. In some cases, there is more tension as the protagonists try to accept themselves as gay men while the others already accept this fact but struggle to gain the lover they feel they deserve.
All stories offer humor and eroticism that pushes boundaries while celebrating diversity in the gay community. This collection is meant to open the eyes to readers and give them a fresh perspective as told through female authors, BLmorticia and Rawiya.
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Book One
Something Fresh Served Hot
BLMorticia
A gay contemporary comedy which features a Chicago homophobe by the name of Jimmy LaCosta who works at a diner called the Greasy Spoon on the Northside of Chicago near Boys Town. While working, Jimmy meets the incoming manager, Alex Seidling, a young British man who his present boss is hiring to take his place as he retires.
After the initial meeting in which Jimmy feels uncomfortable with Alex's stares, Jimmy cultivates a friendship with Alex which develops into something totally different than he himself expects. This shocks him and he tries to fight it but because of his growing feelings he decides to pursue it despite all of what he has been taught.
Will he do what his body wants? Will Alex accept his advances even though he will soon become Jimmy’s boss?
Excerpt subject to change
Hey…um Alex…I uh, noticed the eye you were giving me earlier.” I rubbed the back of my neck.
Alex raised an eyebrow and smirked. “Yeah?”
Suddenly, I froze. As much as I wanted to tell him to stop staring me down like a piece of meat, I thought twice about how to phrase it, especially since the guy let me know he’d be telling George to give me a four dollar raise. I breathed a sigh. “Um, yeah dude, is there a reason why you looked at me like that?”
Alex smacked his lips together and rolled his eyes. “Oh Jimmy, let’s not play games here. You know I’m checkin’ you out and don’t tell me you don’t go that way because I don’t care. Besides, it’s nothing wrong with looking. Just because I’m taking a gander at your tight fitting jeans to go along with the snug, black tee shirt you have on, doesn’t necessarily mean I want you.”
I leaned back in my chair and turned up my lip. “Oh yeah, then what would you call it?” I crossed my legs and folded my arms. I had to hear this explanation.
“Well Jimmy, consider this. When you look at a tasty dish that catches your eye on a menu does that mean you have to order it? And, in your terms, being the macho heterosexual that you are, do you go after every girl you see walking by? Maybe you do. Let’s just stick to the first example, yeah?”
This guy’s a card.
It’s true what he said but then after he completed his sentence, I wondered why he didn’t want me. “Well damn, why don’t you find me attractive?”
“Oh Jimmy, I didn’t say that. I just don’t see why I should order you at this time. There are plenty of obvious reasons. The most important being you’re so fucking manly, it hurts. I can tell just by the way you walked in here that you’re trying way too hard to be a man.” Alex leaned back in his chair with a smug look on his face.
“What? That doesn’t make any sense.” I stuffed my hands in my pockets and looked at him sideways.
“Fuck Jimmy, when we were in the kitchen you weren’t wearing any mitts or using a towel to get hot buns out of the oven. Why? You probably think it shows you as weak. You’re probably one of those men who watches sports shows, drinks beer, and puts your hand down your pants while scratching your balls with your legs wide open, just because you think that’s manly.” He put his hands up, signaling quotes. “Ugh, I know you’re your type, Jimmy LaCosta. The name fits you too, Italian American, yeah?”
What the fuck, why did he just read me like a book?
“And then, at the same time. The Levi’s jeans you’re wearing are fitted just like the shirt. You probably bathe with body wash, but it must be a manly scent.” Alex made the gesture again. “You’re going to extremes just to prove you’re a real man.”
I shook my head and chuckled. With all the taunting he did, I no longer cared that he’s giving me more money. I needed to defend myself, even though he may have been right. “Yeah well, I’m a man, and well, I like the fact I’m no pansy. No one can ever call me that.”
Alex leaned over the desk and glared at me. “What’s wrong with being a so-called pansy or gay or a fag, huh? There’s nothing wrong with it, mate. I’m just as manly as you are and I love other men. I bet if we went somewhere to shoot hoops, I could beat you, handily.”
Again, I snickered. Now Alex had struck a chord. I kind of forgot this man’s going to be my boss in a few months. I held up my hands and shook my head. “Oh no, you can’t my man. I swear if I didn’t have a date tonight…”
“Uh huh, I know, you’d whoop my ass, yeah? Well, maybe at the end of the week I’ll take you on.”
“Oh yeah, you’re on brother. Hey, listen man no harm done. You’re all right. It’s not that I got a problem with homos, you know. I just, well…I like girls. What can I say?”
Alex smiled. “Yeah, whatever. Go get some pussy and try not to choke on it.”
I laughed heartily and got up from my chair. “Uh, yeah okay,” I replied walking out of the office, still giggling.
This guy is hilarious. I think he might be all right.
When I closed the door, I glanced back through the small opening. I noticed that despite the long hair, Alex dressed really well.
Other than the length of his do, he doesn’t dress like a fag; maybe he’s got a point.
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