Just One Taste: Sasha’s Gift

This one began, like Talbot’s Ploy, as an entry for an anthology. This one bordered on the ten thousand word maximum and I just went with the flow of the story. Evernight had it right in thinking I rushed the story. Thus, I gave up my quest to be in another anthology. Maybe it will happen again someday but right now, my stories are to grandiose. So, here’s a bit of Sasha’s Gift.

The dazzling lights sparkled on the mirror-like sheen of the stage. Dressed in a pair of black latex shorts barely covering his package, Sasha swayed on the pole. Several bills in various denominations peeked out of his waistband.


Out in the crowd, the lusty eyes of the patrons followed his every move. The allure of green paper had Sasha dropping to the floor. On his hands and knees, he crawled toward his catch.


The man appeared to be around thirty, and his tongue darted out to thick his dry lips. Sasha mimicked his potential customer by flicking his tongue out. The tremor of the dollar brought a smile to his lips. The man had noticed the piercing through Sasha’s tongue.


His hips slid to the edge of the stage. The man stuffed the dollar, along with a ten, in Sasha’s pants. His generous tipper’s fingers lingered on Sasha’s skin. He rolled away from the touch but faced the man.  His hands grasped the edge of the stage and he pumped his hips, thrusting against an invisible lover. More money appeared in the captivated man’s fingers, and Sasha leaned over the stage to whisper in his ear.


“Care to touch more?” He huffed a breath to seal the deal.


“How much?”


“One hundred for a private room.” Sasha edged back out of the man’s reach. His hand roamed the entire length of his body before his gaze landed back on his prospect. One nod from the man and a grin spread on Sasha’s mouth. He finished his dance and headed off the stage.


As he drew the curtain aside, he caught the towel the next dancer threw at him.


“Hooked the pervert at the end of the stage, didn’t you?”


“Amazing what grown men will do, Tony.” Sasha winked. “Your target is sitting off to the left.”


“Thanks.” Tony adjusted his neon green lace gloves. “I put the number to that guy who can give you more hardware on your stand.”


Music boomed from the other side of the curtain.


“The sweet serenade of guitars is your song.”


“I prefer the organ.” Tony grinned. “Cassidy’s looking for you.”


Sasha plucked the many bills hanging from his shorts as he headed into the main area. Several other men were putting the finishing touches on their outfits, some more elaborate than others, before their turn on the stage. Sasha shook his head at the mayhem. Most of the clientele surrounding the stage would rather the show start out with minimal clothing and a total strip down. In the private rooms, that was acceptable behavior but Cassidy warned them all that stage was for tease not for show and tell.


Without Cassidy as his coach, Sasha would still be picking up dirty laundry or working the bar. Tips at the bar were decent but didn’t compare to the money stuffed in his tight pants night after night.


His private dance alone would give him fifty percent of the profit and if the man wanted to take it further, more cash would flow Sasha’s way. He hadn’t met a man yet that would say no to someone of his slim stature. Most of the drooling masses along the stage were edging for the twink experience. Sasha excelled in that area.


Cassidy leaned against the doorframe in the back. His dark complexion contrasted nicely with the hot pink halter top he wore. Dressed for the stage but rarely on it, Cassidy only showed his skills on the main stage when one of the many employees of the underground bar turned diva on him.


“Come on, Sasha. I ain’t got all day and neither do you.” Cassidy snapped his fingers. “Your little honey wants you dressed in a little schoolboy outfit and he upped his package to the mirror room.”


The mirror room in the far corner of the back area allowed the client to see their dancer from every angle completely nude. Certain fetishes, for the right price, could be acted out. Sasha had long ago figured out that the fetish scene kept a roof over your head and a rich retirement fund flowing into your bank account. Being sexual was never a problem for him. Sex with men brought him as much pleasure as his johns. The good thing about the relationship was he didn’t have to worry about jealousy if he had multiple partners.


“What’d you need, Cassidy?”


“To give you this.” Cassidy grabbed Sasha by the neck and drew him near. Their lips touched before Sasha drank in a deeper kiss from Cassidy. “Happy birthday, girlfriend. Remember what I told you when you turned eighteen?”


Sasha groaned as Cassidy palmed his crotch. His cock strained against the all too tight shorts.


“Yes. You’d fuck me.” Sasha had teased the hell of out Cassidy to make sure he’d make good on his promise. By all accounts from the other dancers, his trainer enjoyed a long night of sex and foreplay. Sasha had wanted to see how long Cassidy could go.


“Good. Finish up with your fuck me daddy in room three and we’ll get going so you can blow out the candle I got for you.” Cassidy licked across Sasha’s exposed collarbone before leaving him.


Sasha drew in a deep breath. His customer wasn’t waiting for a stiff cock to fondle. The man wanted the innocence of youth, an act Sasha performed better than anyone despite his piercings and unbridle lust to fornicate with a willing male partner.


He locked his cash away in his locker before shimmying out of his shorts. The costume to deck him out as a private school attendant hung on a hook. He dressed and adjusted his bulge to run along the side of one leg. With one last glance in the mirror, Sasha hurried down the hallway to room three. He swung the door wide.


His client sat on the black velvet couch. Along the back, a paddle and various sizes of butt plugs were lined up on the wooden shelf. The man clutched his already erect member as his gaze lingered on Sasha. “I just received word from the school you’ve been in trouble again.” He jerked his cock with every word.


Sasha let the door behind him shut, and he gazed down at the floor. His hands wrung together. His mind raced through memories of the time he first fumbled around with another man. The heated shame at first of what he was doing and how much it excited him. Heat rose in his cheeks, perfecting the image his customer desired for his half hour of time.


“Get over here, young man, and get your punishment.”


“Yes, Sir.” Sasha gnawed on his lip to stifle his grin. He didn’t know who enjoyed the foreplay to come more. Him or the client. Either way, Sasha loved his job more now that his age opened more possibilities within the walls of the Blue Xpress.



Contracted: Witches & Lycans

I had a plan at the beginning of the year to write like there’s no tomorrow. Things got in the way of that, whether it was riding the drama llama or edits coming in on a new release followed by promotion. No matter how I cut my excuses, I didn’t get my goal completed. There’s plenty more to go as well but I hope to get back on track.

I had an idea for a series of naughty fairytales spanning through decades. My other two NFTs–The Wolves of Argonne and The Forest Maiden–were pure fantasy settings. So for this series, I wanted to go real world. So I decided to start in the 1960’s. The time period, 1966 to be exact. Now I didn’t want this to become a big political piece. The Vietnam War was during this period. In fact, US troops hit the ground in March of 1965 but to throw that into the mix? In the other books I have planned, it will come up. Why? Because the two main characters in this book will be in the others.

So, for now, here’s what the first Tales from Beowulf Hollow series book is about.


Evernight Coming SoonWitches & Lycans
To Be Published September 2014
Naughty Fairytales Line
urban fantasy

John Hansel and Susan Gretel live in the small town of Beowulf Hollow. Nothing’s more of a drag than having to spend their summer in their backwater home. When Susan hooks up with the local bad boy David at a swinger’s party while her boyfriend John watches, she finds out that he’s more than sexual beast in the sack.

Armed with nothing but innate powers she never knew she possessed and her lover John, Susan’s got to fight back a threat bearing down on Beowulf Hollow. One that starts with a pair of grey eyes belonging to a man who knows every intimate inch of her flesh—David.


While Witches & Lycans will be part of a series of Naughty Fairy Tales, I can’t forget my first two takes that were pure fantasy. So, in that vein, I’m doing a giveaway via Facebook and Twitter. On Twitter,  Use hashtag #KEavenshadeNFT to enter with @KEavenshade. On Fabcebook, find the post with the graphic below and comment. My random winner will win an @copy of The Wolves of Argonne and The Forest Maiden.



Release Day: An Outlaw in Her Bed

An Outlaw in Her Bed

Published: July 11, 2014
Breathless Press
western romance

When Ella realizes that her mysterious guest, Travis, has a deadly past, she has to come to terms that it may just be the cause of her husband’s untimely death.

Ella Gilby lost her husband to the perils of living in the wilderness of the new frontier. When her son finds a wounded man in the barn, she does what any Christian woman would do for a needy soul. She takes him in until he’s able to move on, but never expects the attraction to blossom between them.


With a gasp of breath, Travis bolted upright in the bed. Sweat drenched his body. The pitcher Austin had fetched sat on the table beside the bed, beads of moisture running down the side. He’d fallen asleep and remembered…what? Travis groaned and grabbed up his tin cup. Tremors rippled through his fingers. He cursed.

Then, on a whisper of the wind, her heavenly visage blossomed in his head. The shaking subsided and he filled the cup. His thirst took over. Before long, the pitcher was empty yet the heat still burned within. To make matters worse, his bladder had reached its capacity.

Soft moonlight filtered through the wavy glass windows as he made his way through the living area and into the kitchen. His footsteps were light. No telling if the others had turned in for the night. The door creaked, and he stepped out into the chilly night air. His urgency hit him full force. Mindful of the dark, Travis headed toward the back of the house for privacy. Each bush along the barn called to him, but the very first one got the honors. Relief spread through him as he did his business. He jerked at the sound of a coyote in the distance. They were close, but nothing to worry about with him heading back inside.

As he rounded the house, something caught his attention along a small picket fence. He hurried along, the mournful howl of the coyotes ever closer.

“What in…” Lying next to a mound of dirt was Ella sound asleep. Travis scooped her up. She was surprisingly light. The moonlight framed her face. So peaceful like an angel. He took her inside. The scent of her hair tickled his nostrils. A faint smell of wood fire from cooking and the fine sandy earth from the grave lingered. She was heaven and hell all wrapped into one.

He took her into the bedroom and onto the bed. At the doorway, he hesitated. Her legs were all askew. The boots she wore had mud caked on them. He sighed and went back to her side. No sense leaving her with more cleaning in the morning. One by one the boots came off. Not content with leaving her in a dress worse for wear, he searched around her bedroom for her night attire. It hung off the side of a beautiful screen. He tossed it to the bed and lifted Ella to a sitting position.

“Ma’am? Sorry, Ella?” He brushed away the few strands of hair from her face. “I don’t think you want to sleep in your dress.” Her head rolled to the side. Again her intoxicating scent hit him full force. His breeches tightened, and a lump formed in his throat. Closing his eyes, he fumbled with the clasps and buttons on the back of her dress.

“Lord, forgive me,” he whispered. “Wake up and save me from doing this.” Ella did not respond. Continuing his dubious task, he shimmied her arms out. She fell from his arms back onto the bed. Bared in front of him were her unblemished breasts. Unable to contain his growing erection, heat burned in his veins and fueled its ascension. Yet he never looked away, much to his embarrassment. Ella was a fine sight to behold. Though she wore her tan lines well, the pale flesh she kept hidden from the world enticed him to touch, nip, and taste. He reached over for her nightgown, and guided her head through. His elbow grazed her nipple. A slight moan whistled through his lips. What wicked thoughts brewed in his head? He worked quickly to slide her arms through the sleeves. The rest of the dress crumpled to the floor.

Tucked under her blankets, she posed no threat to his aching trousers. At the doorway, he stared at her sleeping peacefully. Slumber would elude him this night. Her flesh would torment his dreams if he dared lie down. He’d form a plan to keep his distance from her so that his want to touch her soft skin would not boil over to unwanted advances. The woman had lost her husband and didn’t need some stranger pawing at her.

Back in his room, Travis propped himself up against the wall trying to conjure up the image he had when he’d fallen asleep previously. Time ticked by, and the pink glow of a new day stretched into his room. Only one thing slid across the recesses of his mind: Ella half undressed resting peacefully on her bed.

“I am surely bound for hell.” He jumped off the bed and headed outside. Perhaps dunking his head in the trough would clear his unclean thoughts away.


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