Blake Hart

Happy New Year's!🎉🎆

Hey everyone, I just wanted to wish you all a Happy New Year.

A special Happy New Year to my New Zealand and Australian readers, who are already celebrating or counting down, and to everyone else as the New Year rolls across the globe.

I’m hosting a New Year’s Eve party tonight, and there’s a very hot guy attending. I’ll be sure to tell you all about it sometime in January, assuming I go out with the year in a bang🍾✨

I originally planned to take a full week off ...

40 Is the New 30

Everyone in this story is 18+

I’m standing in the suite in nothing but black boxer briefs and a half-buttoned tuxedo shirt, phone wedged between ear and shoulder, shirts draped across the bed like evidence. The city is already glittering below, snow starting to swirl against the windows, and my stomach feels like I swallowed a puck.

I hit the FaceTime button before I can talk myself out of it.

Grayson picks up first, hair damp and wild, clearly fresh from the show...

Jingle Balls – Part 11 - Finale

Everyone in this story is 18+

I woke up slow, head thick from champagne and whatever the hell had happened after the shed. Sunlight sliced through the blinds in harsh stripes, hitting my eyes like a hangover hammer. The room smelled like sleep and sex and that faint vanilla warmth that always clung to Tate’s skin. My body felt heavy, spent in the best way—muscles loose, balls finally quiet for once.

How the fuck did I even get back to bed? Flashes hit me piecemeal: st...

Jingle Balls – Part 10

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I woke up staring at the ceiling, Tate’s candy-cane lights still glowing their annoying red stripes across the room like they’d been mocking me for the last week straight. My balls felt like overfilled water balloons—heavy, tender, aching deep with every shift of my legs under the sheet. Honestly, the last few days had been a blur. A blue-balled, mind-fucking blur.

Maddie hadn’t sent a single text. Not one emoji, not even a read recei...

My Best Friend’s Hot Dad – Part 9 – Christmas Special

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Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!🎄❤️

Hello everyone, I just wanted to pop in and wish you all a Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays.🎁

Whether you’re spending it with family or on your own, I sincerely hope you’re able to do something that brings you joy❤️

I’ll be spending Christmas with my family while thinking of all of you. Thank you so much for being here and for your continued support. That truly means the world to me and is the greatest gift of all.🎁

I hope you’ve been enjoying my Christma...

Sticks, Tricks, and Dicks – Part 11 - Finale

Everyone in this story is 18+.

It was Christmas Eve, and I was headed back home, me and my boyfriend.

The porch light glowed gold through the falling snow, fat flakes drifting lazy and silent. The air tasted like chimney smoke and frozen pine when Jake and I climbed out of the Uber. Inside, the house wrapped around us the way it always had: cinnamon and orange peel simmering on the stove, the low crackle of the fireplace, Bing Crosby crooning softly from the living-room s...

Jingle Balls – Part 9

Everyone in this story is 18+

The door creaked open sometime deep in the night, cold air slipping in with Tate’s silhouette. Snowflakes melted on his shoulders as he shrugged off the trench coat, letting it pool on the floor. The candy-cane skirt was rumpled now, thigh-highs twisted from whatever he’d been doing at Braden’s, but he moved straight to my bed like he belonged there.

He didn’t ask. Just slid a hand under the covers, fingers wrapping warm and sure arou...

Jingle Balls – Part 8

Everyone in this story is 18+

The back seat felt smaller than the trunk, darker, warmer from our breath already fogging the windows in thick swirls. Snow muffled everything outside, turning the world into white silence while inside it was just the rustle of robes, the creak of leather, and my heart hammering so loud I swore he could hear it.

Tate shifted closer, knee sliding between mine, hand still on my thigh but higher now, fingers tracing the edge where robe met skin....

Jingle Balls – Part 7

Everyone in this story is 18+

I woke up because my dick was trying to murder me.

The traitor was so hard it actually hurt, a deep, throbbing ache that radiated straight into my balls like someone had tied them in knots and left them overnight, it was the worst ball ache I’d ever experienced in my entire twenty-one years of existence. My boxers were soaked, fabric clinging cold and sticky to my skin, and for one panicked second I thought I’d finally blown in my sleep l...

Jingle Balls – Part 6

Everyone in this story is 18+

Breakfast had been its own special circle of hell: Tate wearing Braden’s stretched-out church hoodie like a trophy, hickeys blooming on his neck, Mom and Aunt Lisa cooing about how “the boys are finally getting along so well” while Tate kept tilting his phone just enough for me to catch thirst-trap previews from Braden captioned shit like “miss that throat already.” I’d spent the whole meal pretending to be fascinated by my bacon while ...

Sticks, Tricks, and Dicks – Part 10

Everyone in this story is 18+.

The suite door had barely clicked shut before Chris was on the phone to room service, voice calm, sexy as always.

“Send up the strawberries, the ripe ones. And the whipped cream. The real stuff. Thanks.”

He hung up, tossed his blazer over a chair, and rolled his sleeves back.

Jake and I stood in the middle of the living room, city lights glittering behind us, adrenaline from the maybe-yes still buzzing under our skin. Chris l...

Jingle Balls – Part 5

Everyone in this story is 18+

My hand shot from dangerous territory to my chest like I was having a heart attack, clutching an invisible wound while the traitor throbbed angrily beneath the duvet, robbed of justice one more time.

Aunt Lisa was still hovering in the doorway, beaming like she’d just brought cookies, while I was sprawled in bed, one hand already locked and loaded for a one-on-one showdown with my own meat.

“Good morning, Auntie L,” I managed, voi...

Jingle Balls – Part 4

Everyone in this story is 18+

Hours later the house finally quieted down. Mom had gone to bed, Aunt Lisa was clattering around the kitchen “cleaning” for absolutely no reason other than the wine told her to. I was still sprawled on the couch pretending to care about the post-game show when the front door opened.

Tate slipped in, red shopping bag dangling from his wrist. My eyes locked on that bag like it was radioactive. Not that I gave a shit if he’d bought the can...

Jingle Balls – Part 3

Everyone in this story is 18+

Tate just tilted his head, eyes glittering, tongue touching the corner of his mouth where I swear a tiny streak of Braden still glistened.

He padded across the room like he owned gravity itself and flopped cross-legged onto his own bed, sitting opposite of my own shitty bed, maybe six feet away. The silk robe fell open completely. Red lace panties (if you could even call that scrap of nothing panties) barely contained him. One wrong shift and...

Jingle Balls – Part 2

Hey everyone, I hope you're all well! I just wanted to share a little info about how the rest of this month will be. Jingle Balls, this story is going to be the main story this month, meaning most of my ongoing stories will take a little break, but don't worry, they will be back at New Year's.

I'm also going to take a little break this Christmas, from December 22nd to December 29th, but I will of course pop in to wish you all a happy Christmas, and I might sched...