Mia's Music Monday: Kinky Shades of Blue

My husband recently discovered the guitar god, Joe Bonamassa. As per usual, he decided to use his discovery to expand my musical repertoire and convinced me to listen to Different Shades of Blue. 

Picture it. I was baking muffins. Chocolate with chocolate chips. (They were for my daughter, of course. I'm diabetic. I can't have them. No matter how tasty they are. And trust me, they were going to be positively orgasmic.) Anyway, the muffins were coming out of the oven when I heard the lyrics to Different Shades of Blue. I stopped dead and almost burned myself. I thought, "Holy shit sticks!" 

Why? You ask.

Because the song struck every cord I have. It was like Mr. Bonamassa had written the song for Thane Sorenson from In Love, There Was You. So to those of you who ask me about what I'm listening to while writing, this one is for you.

Kisses,

~Mia Ashlinn

Different Shades of Blue

Lyrics

The sun's been shinin' down on me day and night

Gettin' away with murder, livin' a lucky life

All good things finally come to an end

Hit ya like a train if you try to beat it

Everybody knows that she broke your heart

Everybody knows that it's tearing you apart

The row you've been sailin' on sprung a leak

You won't admit, but it's startin' to make you weep

When you got nothing left to lose

Might sound good, but I'm not sure that's true

You carry the pain around and that's what sees you through

The different shades of blue

Tell by the way you hang your head

The way you cast your eyes and things you haven't said

You've gathered past ten years written on your face

Your whole damn life's been one big race

Everybody goes there whether they want to or not

Everybody starts to hold on to what they got

And start to settle in with the long hall

Real life baby, oh, you can't have it all

When you got nothing left to lose

Might sound good, but I'm not sure that's true

You carry the pain around and that's what sees you through

The different shades of blue

When you got nothing left to lose

Might sound good, but I'm not sure that's true

You carry the pain around and that's what sees you through

The different shades of blue

Angels, Death, & Really Bad Breath

“Hey, blue eyes.”

“Yes, cherub?”

“I smell like death.”

“I wish I could disagree.”

~Reyes, Untitled

The Original Brothers

(of The Billionaire Brotherhood)

by Molly Grayson

Kinky Behavior

“What I want is for you and Sebastian to behave. We both know that isn’t happening.”

No, it wasn’t. Thane and Bast would fight it out, fuck it out, and then fight it out again. The two of them were volatile. A fireball was more stable than they were, and fireballs flamed out. They never did.

~Thane, In Love, There Was You

(The Doms of Kinky, Kansas Book 2)

by Mia Ashlinn

Teasetastic Tuesday: Cavemen & Kink

“You know I don’t touch a woman with another man’s cum on her.” Or in her. “Too messy.” 

The bullshit falls from my tongue with disturbing ease. I’ve delivered it so many times I almost believe myself. But a man who gets off on dirty, filthy, nasty sex doesn’t give a shit about mixing fluids because it’s “messy.” No, it goes deeper than that. 

There’s something primal in me that balks at the thought of touching a woman who’s been marked by her lover. Yes, I say, marked. You can call it what you like. Signed, branded, stamped, whatever. It’s all the same thing. It’s a sign of ownership. And I’m not a part of owning anyone. I’m the third or fourth. On occasion, I’m the fifth or even sixth. I’m the person who joins, not the person who belongs. I’m me. They’re them. We’re separate entities, who happen to come together.

Don’t you dare excuse that pun. Pure. Fucking. Gold.

Now if I ever take my own woman, which is about as likely as a penis pump working without a hose, I’ll always go bare. I’ll be the one filling her. I’ll be the man marking her. It’ll be my pleasure to sign, brand, and stamp her. Our third will be suiting up. But I don’t have to worry about that. I’ll never take the lead in a relationship. That’s on Hunt. The poor fuck.

~Reyes, Untitled

The Original Brothers

(of The Billionaire Brotherhood)

by Molly Grayson

“Because you were so worried about us, Sorenson.”

Thane came off the couch and was in Sebastian’s face. Their eyes locked as Thane’s palm landed against Sebastian’s neck. He wrapped his fingers around the sides and squeezed. “Don’t think for a second I didn’t do this for you,” he breathed. His mouth hovered above Sebastian’s. “Don’t believe for a moment I didn’t walk away because I didn’t care about what happened to you.” 

Thane’s grip tightened. 

Sebastian tried to swallow but couldn’t.

“My wife and you are everything,” he spat. “Every. Fucking. Thing.”

Thane’s hold strengthened.

Breathing was a challenge.

“I didn’t give up my life to save myself,” he said.

Sebastian’s heart battered his ribcage. Breathing went from a challenge to a burden. He couldn’t remember how to draw in air, couldn’t recall a way to push it out, and he couldn’t focus long enough to care. His lungs, they burned. They were desperate for oxygen. But his brain was adrift as Thane mindfucked him, as his body controlled him, as his chartreuse eyes revealed the things his words never could.

“Bast, I get your hurt. I get your angry. I am, too.” Thane released Sebastian so fast, so furious, his head spun. His legs weakened. He would have lost his balance, if Thane hadn’t been there to catch him. “Don’t forget. I. Am. Too. Goddamn it.”

~Sebastian, In Love, There Was You
(The Doms of Kinky, Kansas Book 2)
by Mia Ashlinn

Kinky Office Visits

“Damn, boy.” Adam whistled. “I did all your dirty work, and you still ended up in 'Daddy’s' office?” He shook his head. “Pitiful. Fucking pitiful.”

~Adam, In Love, There Was You

(The Doms of Kinky, Kansas Book 2)

by Mia Ashlinn

Kinky Problems, Breathing's One

Sebastian didn’t breathe, didn’t blink, didn’t move. He felt as though his life hinged on Thane’s next words.

“I’d close my eyes and take my cock in hand. Then I’d pretend it was you stroking me. I’d get out the lube and tell myself it was Delancey’s mouth wrapped around me. It was her sucking me off. I’d spend hours, Bast. Hours fucking myself into oblivion. I’d blow load after load. Each time, I called your name or hers. And each time, I was left more empty than before.”

~Sebastian, In Love, There Was You

(The Doms of Kinky, Kansas Book 2)

by Mia Ashlinn