Wednesday, September 30, 2009

GOL! on Literotica

Below is a short excerpt from my new short story appearing on called "GOL!" It's a little tale of lust in the women's locker room after a soccer match. You can find the entire story at:

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by TonyWards©
It was long-time dream of mine to be a sports journalist, but for the most part, it's been one big bust. I've had every crappy job for every crappy paper you can think of, and my current status isn't much better than where I started almost ten years ago. Most recently, I took on a job writing for the New York Ledger.

Unfortunately for me, this is not one of the major publications in the city. Rather, it's a free paper you find at the library or perhaps your local supermarket or dentist's office. Being a sportswriter for this paper is not glamorous, but at least I am working in the city on most assignments. That's the way I look at it. I could have more responsibility writing for a larger paper in a smaller city. I'm a New York City guy who would just love to have a career right in the place where I was born and raised.

Now for my assignments. Where do I begin? It's been mostly high school beats like track or basketball. I love sports, but I have absolutely no interest in high school sports. I couldn't say anything to the editor, since I wanted the exposure -- any exposure -- of writing in the big city. I just did what I was told and took on these inane assignments. Once, I had to cover a women's soccer game -- and I really don't like soccer. Well, let me tell you one more thing - I love soccer now. Correction - I'm a big fan of women's soccer now.

A couple of months ago, after being with the Ledger for only a few weeks, my editor gave me what I thought would be the worst of all assignments. I was to cover some international indoor soccer competition being held at Madison Square Garden. I love MSG, and I've been there a million times, but never as a reporter. This part excited me - going to the locker rooms, being where all the great hockey and basketball players have been. Walking the same halls as some of my favorite rock stars sounded cool, too. But soccer? Not my thing, but a job is a job.

I spent the better part of a week covering about a dozen matches. Some were actually exciting, as far as my interest in soccer goes. I got to see many different countries competing, and my job was simply to make all of this sound interesting. I don't know how much of my material was going to get used for the paper, but I was getting paid to cover it for the entire week, so I did my best.

The championship match was between Brazil and China. I sat there with my drink, pad, and pen. I took notes throughout the match, like I did for the previous games. I think the crowd was in favor of the Brazilian women. I know I was, I mean from a guy point of view. The Brazilian women have such a beautiful, sexy skin color to them. Of course, they also have those famous asses, the muscular kind that look like they were sculpted. Now as athletes go, soccer players in Brazil are like rock stars, and they are known by just their first names. The best players from Brazil were Cecilia, Maria, and Graciela.

During the game Cecilia scored the early go-ahead goal for Brazil. The Chinese answered that with a goal of their own, but Cecilia scored again just a few minutes later. In the closing moments of the game, the team from China threatened again, but a spectacular save by Selena, the goalkeeper, preserved Brazil's 2-1 lead. When the referee blew the whistle, signaling the end of the game, the Brazilian team had won the match by the score of 2-1.

I hated to admit it, but I actually enjoyed myself. Unfortunately, I was not there for the fun of the game. I made my way to the locker room, to try to get an interview or two with some of the players. I left my seat and walked through the tunnel, flashing my press credentials whenever necessary. I followed the handful of reporters that were heading my way, and found the Brazilian locker room.

Monday, September 21, 2009

The Heat Goes On

Summer is over, but the heat goes on….

THREESOMES: An Anthology is #1 on Ravenous Romance's anthology list. It features my steamy hot story "Web Swingers."

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Wednesday, September 9, 2009

NEW RELEASE! Threesomes: An Anthology

The sizzling new book THREESOMES: An Anthology has just been released by Ravenous Romance. Yours Truly has a hot story included...get it today at

Friday, September 4, 2009

Happy Labor Day!

"End of Summer"

Why is Labor Day weekend the end of summer? I mean, really, my calendar says the last day of summer is September 20. Oh, I get it. Most American workers take their vacations between Memorial Day and Labor Day. Well, since most of us are hard-pressed for money nowadays, and many of us are too poor or too afraid to take vacations, I have better ideas.

"Staycations" have become the new trend over the last couple years. It simply means staying close to home - perhaps a day trip, or maybe a one-nighter. There trips are cheaper, but can still be fun. If you throw a family in the mix, imagine having all the fun without all the headache a long trip can be. Less traveling, more fun - sounds good to me.

My other suggestion is taking long weekends. Most jobs frown upon anyone taken long vacations. Add the fact that most people can't afford to take long vacations, and you get some really upset bosses. That is not a good idea if you're trying to not lose that job. Unless you have a large stash of money under that mattress you should not piss off any employer right about now.

Last tidbit - I can't speak for everyone around the country, but I am from New York. I prefer the weather in late September & October to July & August any day. I am much more into the brisk, cool fall weather - especially in the morning. I'm not a big hazy, hot, and humid person, but if you are, then hurry up - time is ticking away on summer.

Enjoy the rest of your summer, and if you're in the New York area, let me know - maybe we can take a nice, brisk walk together one morning….