{"id":5,"date":"2008-10-10T14:16:17","date_gmt":"2008-10-10T22:16:17","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/test.emlynley.com\/?p=5"},"modified":"2008-11-23T22:56:54","modified_gmt":"2008-11-24T06:56:54","slug":"excerpt-the-sweetest-christmas","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.emlynley.com\/blog\/excerpt-the-sweetest-christmas\/","title":{"rendered":"Excerpt: The Sweetest Christmas"},"content":{"rendered":"
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“The Sweetest Christmas” will be published by Torquere in December as part of the ‘Tis the Season Taste Test!<\/div>\n
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Take one hot, naked blindfolded\u00a0guy, add a deviously creative boyfriend and mix in a bowful of truffles and\u00a0an empty house on Christmas Eve and you’ll get the sweetest\u00a0Christmas you’ve ever seen (or tasted!). Will Justin’s family\u00a0figure out what\u00a0he and Erik got up to when everyone else gets back from Midnight Mass?<\/em>\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/font><\/font><\/font><\/p>\n
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\u201cWhere are you taking me?\u201d Erik asked, more out of curiosity than concern. He was naked, rock-hard and blindfolded. Justin had taken him on a circuitous tour of the entire downstairs of the house and he was more than a bit disoriented. <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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\u201cDon\u2019t worry. If you\u2019re good, I might take the blindfold off when we get there,\u201d Justin gave a low chuckle in reply. Blindfold<\/em>? It was Erik\u2019s own shirt tied so it covered his eyes. They\u2019d stopped in each room and Justin had drawn Erik close to him and they\u2019d kissed as Justin removed one item of Erik\u2019s clothing, starting with his shirt.\u00a0 <\/span>Now, Erik\u2019s cock throbbed and occasionally bumped against his thigh, further distracting him, but also adding to the slight indignity of the situation. But Justin\u2019s hand was warm and steady, his grip firm and Erik felt safe. <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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They\u2019d passed through the family room twice so far, Erik had determined, as the scent of huge Christmas tree had grown stronger, and he\u2019d felt the heat from the fireplace before he\u2019d been able to hear the crackling logs. But now they must be on the other side of the house. The piney tree scent had receded to a base note in the general cinnamon-holiday aromas that blended with the smell of freshly baked cookies. It was much cooler here too, and Erik\u2019s nipples tingled, though that might be due to excitement and anticipation of what Justin had planned for them. He had no more clothing left, so they must be heading for the bedroom now, he reasoned.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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It was Christmas Eve. Justin had brought Erik home to meet his family two days ago for the very first time, though they\u2019d been together for six months and had moved in together three months earlier. Tonight was the first time they\u2019d been alone since arriving in Portland, and they were more than making up for lost time. To Erik, it was practically sacrilegious to be doing this\u2014 especially now. The rest of Justin\u2019s family was at Midnight Mass while they were presumably heading for Justin\u2019s bed, where he was about to do some very un-Christian things to Erik. Or at least Erik certainly hoped so.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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\u201cWatch your step,\u201d Justin said as he guided Erik carefully up some stairs, steadying him with long, strong fingers grasping his elbow. They were definitely on the way to the bedroom now, Erik thought, feeling the thick carpeted steps with his bare feet. They kept climbing, all the way to the third floor, and Erik\u2019s anticipation increased as Justin led him into the bedroom and gently laid him down on the bed.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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Want more? <\/span>There i<\/span>s <\/em>another excerpt<\/em><\/a><\/span><\/p>\n
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