About Games People Play: Dance with Me
Written by CB Potts
61 pages / 20500 words
ISBN: 1-934166-90-1, 978-1-934166-90-1
Available file types - html, lit, pdf, prc
Rick and Mike have gotten into a rut. After nearly four years together, Rick is looking for a little variety. He finds it in the most surprising place, when he sees his stuck in a rut lover dancing with another man at a very exclusive party.
That one dance leads to a whole series of revelations for Rick and Mike, where they learn more about each other than they've ever known, both good and back. As they delve deeper into the new, sensual world they've discovered, they find they have to be very careful not to lose sight of what their relationship is all about. Can they stay true to what's really important?
Review
Sean Michael, bestselling Torquere Press author, writes: Rick and Mike have been together forever, at least that’s the way it feels to Rick, when they go to a party thrown by their friend. At the party, Rick sees Mike with new eyes when he catches sight of his lover flirting and then dancing with other men. It turns him on and they share a wild night of passion. Soon they’re exploring this new kink, going further and further to keep things hot and interesting.
CB Potts has penned an absorbing picture of a couple searching for that spark, that excitement that they used to enjoy in each other, and the question of just how far is too far, where do you draw the line? Along the way we’re treated to some smokin’ hot, and unique, sex scenes, and a fascinating exploration of varying aspects of voyeurism.
This is a fantastic start to the new line.
Sample
Scene One: The Party
"We don't have to go to the party," Mike said. He reached for Rick's hands, twining his fingers through. "We could stay home, and..." A shrug, used to replace words. Once, Rick found this habit endearing. Now, not so much.
"We could knit? We could play Parcheesi?" He pulled his hand away and ran it through his short black hair, exasperated. "Rearrange the front parlor? Watch Home & Garden TV? What?"
"Never mind." Mike's voice was flat. He pulled the gate leading to Master D's house open. "It's probably better we go to the party."
"What ever." The words were short, sharp edged. "Let's see if we even remember how to have fun. It's been so long since we've been out that I'm not sure I know how to party anymore."
"I'm sure," Mike replied, "That it'll come back to you."
***
Loud techno music blared from a black tower of speakers. Bright lights flashed in every corner, ricocheting off a disco ball suspended in the center of the room. Thirty or forty sweaty men were crammed onto the dance floor, writhing in time to the beat.
Rick smiled, and took a drink from the tray proffered by one of Master D's serving boys. His friend's lifestyle might be a bit...unconventional, he thought, but he sure did know how to throw a good party.
Mike was standing near his side, mumbling something. The words that weren't drowned out by the music wound up obscured by a coughing fit.
"What's that?" Rick asked, turning toward him, eyes rolling as he stated the obvious. "I couldn't hear you."
"I said it's smoky in here," Mike replied, gesturing toward Rick's drink. "Can I have a sip of that?"
It was true -- a thin cloud of sweet blue cigarette smoke did hang heavy in the room, fringing round the dancers and pooling in the still corners.
"It's vodka," Rick replied, taking another sip of the drink and turning away. "You wouldn't like it."
A glare came then, sharp edged, which Rick barely registered. Mike elbowed past him, growled something about going to the bar, and stepped into the crowd.