cats birds fast balls

[erastes]

So I'm sitting getting ready to go out this morning and there are one two three cats in general stages of loll-edness around the room and the cat flap goes.  No-one bats an eyelid except me, who looks alarmed and the same big glossy tom that wandered downstairs a week or so ago sauntered in and prrrrrppped hello at his good mates.

They all got up (and if it had been Spooky she would have KILLED him.) and rubbed heads!!!  Finally he spotted me and legged it. He's very nice, but 1. He's NOT a stray, he's in beautiful condition and 2. I don't want four cats.  I didn't hiss at him or anything but I didn't encourage him to stay. Nothing worse than stealing other people's cats, and I'd hate it if someone was encouraging my babies into their houses.

I  have a bird table right outside my window and it's so funny - there are three baby sparrows on it - and they are KNEE DEEP in seeds, as I put a lot out there this morning - and they are just sitting there letting their mother feed them. They are obviously incapable of bending down an inch! When their mother flies off to do something else, they just stay there and wait for her to come back. Pathetic.

I've just realised "Fast Balls" by Alyson Books was released on 2nd June: Here's a Snippet: If you belonged to my newsletter (pimp pimp) you'd have just got a hotter one than this.  Disclaimer. No balls were drowned in the writing of this fic. All baseball gloves are over 16.

He looked even more delicious when wet, his black hair plastered to his scalp, forming tendrils around his neck.  “They’ve all gone.  I had a feeling you weren’t asleep.” He shifted, and slid along the bench, causing a wave to surge towards me.  “As to your earlier question,” he said, as he settled himself next to me.  “I think you know exactly why I didn’t marry.” His hand was on my thigh then, kneading and traveling north, answering every question I might have wanted to ask him. “But as you obviously know, it’s all right being gay in private, but it’s professional suicide in public.”

I nodded, but that’s all I wanted to do. I didn’t want to talk.  Not now.  I reached out and pulled him to me, my heart thudding. It’s Mike Starling and he’s fucking gay... I didn’t know what I’d done to deserve this, but there was no way I was going to waste it on small talk.

A hot tub kiss is something everyone should do, the water adds a dimension of sensuality, makes everything somehow sexier, perhaps it’s the effect of having every part of your skin touched at once.  The water lapped around us as our mouths met and Mike’s arms slid around me.