Concordant Vibrancy 3: Adonis Mann

 

Hello Readers, Writers, and Precious Patrons and thank you for visiting All Authors Blog. For the next two weeks, we will be meeting the participants of the third installment of the Concordant Vibrancy collection, entitled “Lustrate”.

 

Today, we present Adonis Mann, who will discuss why he decided to participate in Lustrate, along with a small excerpt from her work.

 

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What inspired you to be a part of Lustrate? 

Truth be told, I can never say no to participating in anything All Authors related. I feel so closely intertwined with the All Authors Family that not being a part of any of there collections would make me feel terrible.

Of course, there are also the elements of the phenomenal  writer whom I would be showcased alongside--that's always a grand reason to want to be included. Just to be in the company of authors such as Beem Weeks, Harmony Kent and Queen of Spade, just to name a few, is a paramount reason to want to be a part of Lustrate.

An Excerpt from "Luster Lingers"

Silken royal blue and chocolatey waves ripple slowly and lusciously. Liquid and solid all combined to create a glasé stream of desire. From close up, the undulations confuse the mind, making one believe that it’s the ocean at night. From afar the image becomes clearer. Frames move and sway slowly under satiny bedding. 

A hand.

A leg, then two.

A back.

Oscillating and slithering, swimming and twisting.

A moan.

A breath, then another.

Whispered words and lavish caresses.

Serpentine movements threaten to break through the barrier of sleek coils. The cascades upsurge then level once more and in the process the actions bring with them relaxation and ardor, all at once—a paradox of delectableness unlike any other.

“Yessss …” murmurs a soft voice, barely audible except up close where the rivers of delight flow fully.

Velvet waters.

Tangible ecstasy.

Serendipitous, emotional, corporeal and yet hypnogogic.

A sigh.

A kiss, then another.

A hand grasps silken sheets.

How did we get her? Heath considers, knowing that it was either fate or just dumb luck that brought them together. The questions remained unsaid for his sole aspiration now is to savor this moment. Mel’s, fingers tickle his back as they graze the slopes of his dermis.

A giggle. Heath would swoon of affection had he not already been laying on the bed. Mel is a master at satisfaction, knowing exactly what to do and how to do it.

Soft lips touch the surface of Heath’s skin at the center of his back—warm, moist and plumose. A breath as balmy as a sun kissed day follows, causing currents to prickle his flesh. “I love how you do that?”

Mystical Nights by Adonis Mann

Greetings Readers, Writers and Precious Patrons! In case you were unaware, May is National Short Story Month. As part of this month, representatives from the All Authors Publishing House will be stopping by to share snippets of their short stories.

Today Adonis Mann stopped by to share an excerpt from Mystical Nights, a story that was featured in Crackles of the Heart.

Title: Mystical Nights

From: Crackles of the Heart: Divergent Ink Book 1

Publisher: All Authors Publishing House

Genre: Mild Erotica

Book Purchase Link: https://www.amazon.com/Crackles-Heart-Divergent-DaKharta-Rising-ebook/dp/B0112B2SOQ

Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/8634657.Adonis_Mann

Author Website: http://adonismann.com

Excerpt:

She only came to me at night. Like an abysmal dark silhouette against a moderately dark pavement which glistened with the scarce light of the moon. Her presence was undeniable. I liked it that way. It kept the mystery, and in turn, my interest.

A gust of wind caused the white, sheer curtain on the only window in my room to dance. The light from the new moon permeated the room causing blue-gray rays to cross its expanse. Yet, there she was. A phantom. A phantasm of desire and wantonness. Real and surreal. A combination, though inexplicable, also intoxicating. The way she swayed her hips. The way she used her hands to lift the thick tresses of her hair just enough to allow her figure to come into focus. Black against pale gray. The rhythm of her movement seemed natural yet mystical. A temptress, a jezebel.

Oh, how I longed to feel her against me!

Only at night. The light of day had not blessed me with the sight of her. The sun, had yet to shine its splendor on her enchantment. Even still, I remained captivated by the incarceration that just she could furnish. I was a fool, yes. A grand nitwit for allowing her to seduce me this way. Nevertheless, I gave in happily—delighted with her snare. I wanted to be her pet. I wanted her to be my master.

A few scant things were barely visible in the sparse lighting. The bows of a bikini top and bottom at the bridges of her shoulders, as well as the curves of her hips. The heavy waves of her hair that fell like streams down her sides and back. That was it. Yet, it was always enough.

“Michael,” she whispered. Her voice like a mellow breeze on a fine spring night. “Touch me.”

Her wish was my command. Getting to my feet, I walked slowly to her wafting shadow and wrapped my hands around her waist, content to dance to the beat of her silent drum.

“More…!” she demanded. “Touch me here.” Then she took my hands, tracing her shape slowly, she placed them on her breasts. The firm and tender mounds melded to the imprints of my fingers as I massaged them.

“Yes…” she moaned.

“Why haven’t you told me your name yet?” I asked, just as I had hundreds of times before.

She never rose her voice more than a whisper, and I was certain that this was a mind game, a murmuring of lust traced with sensual innuendo. Still, I basked in its indulgence. “My name isn’t important. But … this is.” With those two final words she grabbed my manhood and stroked it with command.

It was hers, I was hers. That’s the way I liked it.

Concordant Vibrancy 2 Blog Tour: Adonis Mann

Adonis Mann has a style all his own. He does not always give his characters names, as his sole intent is for the audience to place themselves in the characters world; to make the reader and the character one. Yet, when he does, it does not take away from the marvel that are his prose. Embellishing his writing with seductive verbiage makes each story unique in its own right and also makes Adonis Mann’s literature singular and unparalleled.
Dive into Adonis Mann’s world and the syncopation of ravishing intensity that is his exposition. Every story is guaranteed to beguile your imagination and soothe your hunger for a linguistic aphrodisiac.

Current Works:
1. Featured in “Concordant Vibrancy: Unity, An All Authors Anthology” with his short story “… and we”
2. “Let’s Play on Valentine’s Day”
3. Featured in “Crackles of the Heart: Divergent Ink Book One” with his short story “Mystical Nights”
4. “… and we”

Future Projects:
1. “The Syncopation of Ravishing Intensity” An LGBTQIA Anthology

Aside from writing Mr. Mann also enjoys reading, reviewing, thought experiments and cooking.

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What prompted you to be part of Condordant Vibrancy 2: Vitality?

I opted to become a part of "Concordant Vibrancy 2" because I believe in the project. Apart from it being a great opportunity to get works out, it is also a venture that I have the utmost faith in. The theme was powerful and the collective total of participants, highly talented. I look forward to being a part of each edition.

Excerpt:

The space smelled of sandalwood incense. The soft hum of the air conditioning ran in the background and muffled voices chattered above it. The buzz of the hair clippers resounded as they ran across the soft skin of someone's head.

Friendly voices murmured, the ambiance peaceful and homey. It was hard to find barbershops that made one feel at home. Needless to say, here I felt tranquil and was content to sit, people watch and listen.

Human observation was my favorite pass time—what moved them, what lingered in their minds, the things people did—all of it, was to my personal enjoyment. Nothing fascinated me more.

The walls were dated. A worn color of off-white and covered with age’s worth of memorabilia. Posters, pictures, ticket and what have you. Each piece provided a unique look to the already lovely environment.

There was a quintessential rhythm and flow that contributed all the more to my enchantment with this place.

Boys treated like little men, and older men imparting their lifelong wisdom to anyone who would lend a listening ear.

Moments like this reminded me of my childhood.

A "mom and pop" spot that my father used to take me to. Mostly, because of the environment rather than their incomparable ability to cut hair, as any barbershop would do for that. My father would sit back and chat with his lifelong buddies about sports, the lottery and countless amounts of nameless jargon.

Mo, would sit on the barbershop chair next to my father and swivel around in it, then abruptly stop just to make what he found to be a valid point about the night prior's baseball game. My dad nodded his agreement, and I, as I always did, watched.

"What do you think Little Fella?" Old Mr. Gray would ask, to which I replied with a shrug of the shoulders and a, "I like the hot dogs."

"Hot dogs!" My father would chime in, as if my remarks were ingenious, "Now, that right there is some good conversation! They've recently switched to Nathan's. I like those. Nice bite when you sink your teeth into 'em."

I nodded, the other men smiled. It was great.

The feel of this place today was akin to that. Memories of great times, with great men, in a great place filled my mind's eye as I watched the men in this shop.