About Toy Box: Silk

by Kiernan Kelly, Rob Knight and Syd McGinley
48 pages / 18000 words
ISBN-13: 978-1-60370-766-4
ISBN-10: 1-60370-766-2
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Silk. Smooth, cool, and sensual. Strong, yet soft, silk is the perfect metaphor for the erotic. The three stories in the Silk Toy Box promise all of that and more. In Like Silk, Rob Knight introduces us to Randall, the owner of a very successful adult shop. Dan's his silent partner, in the business, that is. What the two men get up to after dealing with a salesman introducing his new line of 'silk' dildos, is anything but silent.

In "Scarred Silk" by Kiernan Kelly, Alec is a fashion model whose career is cut short after a brutal attack. He loses everything that day -- his job, his looks, and his lover, Kale. When Kale suddenly appears after a long absence, Alec must find a way to recover his lost memories, and maybe, the heart he'd thought dead forever. Tommy still misses Dr. Fell. In "un bel di vedremo" by Syd McGinley, he tries to compensate for his own ownerless state by pushing Rinnie and Dr. Pol Rønne to deal with their inevitable separation. To crown all Tommy's worries, he's preparing for his senior show -- can his costume designs solve every one's problems?

Sample

Like Silk
by Rob Knight

"...and this is our new silk series, which are the smoothest, shiniest dildos we have in stock. There's nothing to distract you from the feel of them. Perfect for anal play."

"You know, when I think of silk, I don't think of smooth, no matter what the literary conventions say. It always feels bumpy to me. Grainy. Satin is smooth."

The salesman stared down his impressive nose at Randall, looking like he wanted to eviscerate the guy. "They're made of silicone, sir."

"Yes, well, you call them silk. There's no truth in advertising there."

Don wanted to sink through the floor and disappear. He couldn't figure out why he was there. Ran was the one who wanted to add sex toys to his shop. Don was just the silent investor.

Which was why he bit his lip and let Randall unload on the snooty bastard.

"Don't get bitchy with me. Don't you have anything in glass? Something more conversation piece than 'oh fuck me now.'"

The salesman's face turned red, but Don knew he wasn't about to lose an account that could be as lucrative as Randall's. Marlowe's was a well-known adult shop, serving up literature and art, both erotic and mundane. It had a great rep, and Randall was going to open a second store soon in Orlando. It would be quite a coup for any Podunk salesman who got their sex toys in there.

"We do have some beautiful glass pieces -- let me go grab you some samples."

Ran nodded, fingers still moving over the 'silk' dildo, slow and lazy.

"Stop that," Don hissed out of the corner of his mouth. "You have no idea where that's been."

"It's a fucking showroom piece, not Tom, Dick, and Harry's bestest masturbation buddy. Will you loosen up, please?" Ran rolled his perfect blue eyes, coiffed black hair exactly in place. He looked like something out of a high-fashion magazine.

Don wanted to kick his ass.

"Loosen..." Don tried hard not to rumble. "I came here, didn't I?"

"After much cajoling, yes. They really do feel good -- not like silk at all."

"I'm not touching it." The thing was violently pink. Couldn't Ran pick a more... manly color?

"Why not? You like bigger ones?"

"Randall." He put a warning in his voice. He would have happily beaten the little shit bloody right now. In fact, he indulged in a tiny fantasy just then, in which Randall's ass was in the air and Don had a paddle in his hand...