From our Hostess, RJ Scott: “Most of you know that I hold an annual blog hop highlighting World Autism Awareness Day on April 2nd. Every year we discuss different issues and this year the blog hop focuses on how people on the autism spectrum can quite differently to taste, touch, hearing, sight and smell. Each author taking part will have a fact based around the senses.
We have a wonderful line-up of authors taking part in the blog hop. Don’t forget to visit them as the month progresses.”
Today’s fact: “Chemical receptors in the tongue tell us about different tastes – sweet, sour, spicy and so on. People with an ASD (Autism Spectrum Disorder) who are hyposensitive to taste may like very spicy foods. In extreme cases, they may suffer from pica, where they will eat everything – soil, grass, Play-dough, anything….”
I’m on holiday this week and hope you’ll forgive me if I just post one of my short&sweet ficlets! And however this starts… it all ends on the topic of TASTE!
Follow the link at the end for the more NSFW remainder of the scene.
RICH AND TANGY
copyright Clare London
“Back off.” Kyle’s eyes narrowed. He took an unsteady step backward.
“No way.” Jason backed him up against the table and stared him out. Blue eyes, glittering, dark with anger and…yes, hunger.
“Yes way,” hissed Kyle. He tried to turn his head away but Jason’s breath still brushed his neck; it was hot. Fuck it, Jason was hot, Kyle knew it too well. The hairs on the back of his neck rose.
Jason leant forward and placed his hands on the table edge, either side of Kyle’s trembling body. His eyes drifted down to Kyle’s mouth and then back up to his face. His eyes widened. “So you did it – despite all you promised.”
Kyle felt the sweat springing up on his palms. “I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”
“You swore to me you had integrity – patience – self-control.”
Kyle snorted. “For fuck’s sake, what are you, my mother?”
Jason growled. Kyle felt the vibration against his chest and his legs instinctively shifted apart, trying to take up a steadier position.
“No, I’m not your mother,” Jason muttered. “Else I’d have taken you in hand way before now.”
Kyle started to laugh. “This is ridiculous. I’m a grown man. I can do what the hell I like.”
“Not any more.” Jason took hold of Kyle’s left arm and pressed his hand palm down on the table, beside him. He did the same with the right one. He put his own hands over them, and applied pressure. The careful way that he moved was deceptive. “You’re mine, now.”
Follow to the end HERE.