Blurb
Michael knows what he wants.
He wants a daddy.
When yet another attempt at a relationship fails, Michael decides to
find himself his daddy. The one man that will care for him, nurture him, and
love him for who he is. Twenty-six-year-old and successful in his career,
Michael knows he’s missing out on life. He’s a quiet, introverted man with
desires that seem too far out of his reach. Until he goes to Escape one night.
Callum is tired of being
lonely. He has everything to offer the right man.
When forty-year-old Callum is encouraged to visit Escape, his hopes are
high, but his expectancy of finding the perfect man is low until he sees a
young man nervously looking around the club. Everything about him ticks
Callum’s boxes. Shorter than his six-foot frame with blond curls that cry out
to be stroked, and a look of anxious longing on his face. Callum is transfixed.
With only a few words exchanged, the two men are hooked, eager to
explore everything they have ever dreamed of. Is this a life they can fulfil,
or will they find too many obstacles in their way?
My Kind of Man is an age-play story and contains M/M sexual content,
spankings, age play, ABDL.
Excerpt One
MICHAEL
No one else catches my eye, so I finish my drink. Another wasted
evening. Maybe I’m just not what men want in a little one. Placing my glass on
the bar, I swivel back to the main room, resigned to go home. There, standing
only a couple of feet away, is the hot daddy. He watches me intently, his dark
brown eyes roaming my body.
“I hope you’re not leaving,” he states as he gets closer.
I swallow hard and instinctively lower my eyes. “Um…yes, Sir, I was
about to,” I stammer, sounding a complete dork.
“That’s a shame.” He shakes his head. “I was about to offer you a
drink.”
“O…Oh, I…I guess I can stay.” I stumble over my words but manage to
smile shyly.
“Excellent. Would you like to join me at my table? My companion has left
and I, too, am alone.” When he holds out his hand, I let him clasp mine.
Fireworks shooting up my arm make me gasp as my eyes catch his. I choke at the
sensation, and my face floods with heat as I blush.
“What would you like to drink?” he asks as he contemplates my reactions
to him. “Or would you rather I choose for you?” A simple question, but it seems
to imply so much more.
“I’ll let you decide,” I answer quietly.
I wait as he speaks to the bartender who nods and smiles.
“Come along. He’ll have them brought over.” His hand releases mine, only
to move to my back. With a soft, but firm hand, he touches the inch of bare
skin between my pants and my T-shirt, setting the nerves in my body alight.
Will he feel what else I’m wearing? Will he like it? Then his hand travels
farther south, onto my bottom. He hesitates for a fraction of a second and then
pats it gently. I know he’s happy with what he felt.
We sink down on a dark red, plush velvet seat. It’s a good job I’m
small. There is no way we would’ve fit otherwise. The image of me sitting on
his knee flashes in my head, and it’s so real I stifle a moan of need. Turning
to face me, his eyes blazing as he acknowledges the slight sound, he takes hold
of my hand again.
“My name is Callum. What’s yours?” he asks gently. I think he’s trying
not to frighten me off.
“Um, Michael.” My voice is soft, breathless, as he looks me over.
Flushing again, I duck my head.
“It’s lovely to meet you, Michael. I don’t think I’ve seen you here
before.”
“No, this is my first time.”
Excerpt Two
CALLUM
I check my watch—for the twentieth time in two minutes—then stare at the
door, willing Michael to walk in. It’s Wednesday evening, and this is our
second date. Lunch on Sunday was a delight. Michael is as smart as he is adorable.
We sat and talked for hours as he chattered about everything and anything. He
takes great pleasure in teasing me, showing me the playful side of the little
he so obviously is. He is perfect for me. Now I merely have to persuade him I’m
the best daddy for him.
As I look at my watch again, the hostess approaches the table with
Michael at her side. “Your guest,” she announces, and I stand, thanking her but
unable to take my eyes of the divine man standing in front of me.
“Michael, please, have a seat.” We have a secluded booth, and I hope
he’ll choose to sit next to me. I’d like to try and recapture the moments we
had at the club, maybe not with the sippy cup but with me being in charge more.
It’s time to assert my Daddy-self.
“I’m sorry I’m a little bit late. I set an alarm on my phone to stop
working. Then an important call came in, and I couldn’t leave it. I’m sorry.”
Michael really does look very sorry, as if he’s disappointed with himself.
“That’s okay, Michael, thank you for explaining. Would you like to relax
tonight and let me take charge? I’m sure you could do with some downtime.”
“Yes, thank you, Da…Callum.” He blushes when he realizes what he was
going to call me.
“Excellent, now, come and sit a bit closer to me, please,” I instruct
him, and he happily complies. I pat his thigh reassuringly and enjoy the
shudder that runs through him at my touch.
The server comes over and introduces himself as Robbie. “Can I get you
gentlemen something to drink while you look at the menu?”
“Thank you, yes. I would like a glass of Chardonnay and a sparkling
mineral water for my partner.” I give the order quickly and easily, even though
Robbie falters a little and looks over to Michael for his approval.
“I’ll bring them over.” He turns and speedily scuttles back to the bar.
Author Bio
AG writes the kinkier side of M/M novels. She’s never happier than when
she’s lost with the men in her head as they chatter away telling her what she
should be writing. Her stories may have you cursing and crying as she makes her
characters work hard for their happy ever after, but they will always get there
in the end.
Most of the time AG is hanging out with JJ Harper, sharing a bottle of
wine, as they work out who is going to write the next story.
You can find her at these links:
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