I'm the author of The Administration Series, a near-future SF dystopia published by Casperian Books. You can find the series in paperback, e-book, or (partly) on line at the Mannazone website.
I've been writing original slash since 2002 — or homoerotic fiction, m/m romance, yaoi, as you prefer. Original slash is my personal term of choice because I feel it best represents my writing in terms of style and what readers can expect to find there. Individual stories may or may nor be sexually explicit.
”Mine. Oh, God, yes. By the end of the evening Warrick would have no doubts about who he belonged to.”
Manna Francis tells a quick, extremely sexy tale from both sides of the mirror here. One look—then another. In Warrick’s head and then Toreth’s view of the night. Each voice providing such delicious, subtle insight into the relationship, game, and MORE.
Toreth has issued a task for Warrick—Be ready. The tick, tick, tick of the clock tension, anticipation, fear and rush build and build with each step, piece, and hurried scramble to finish before Toreth’s arrival. Finish. Hurry. Be ready for him. Come on, Come on! The fear of failure, the fear Toreth will leave fills the pages with tension! I could feel the flutter, fun, and panic in my stomach.
Then on the other side….Toreth’s enjoyment, thrill, and fascination of secretly watching the task play out. Of watching Warrick get ready for him. To see and want to see, the fear and need push him on, the look of concentration, and knowing smile slide across Warrick’s face—enjoying the game. Haha….Such a rush! God, I love these guys! More. I wanted so much more!
Straps, cuffs, pressure, fear, want, need, and the thrill of watching, coming, gasping, and submitting so completely made this night with Warrick and Toreth one of my favorites to watch, read, and experience from both sides. Believe me—just one look is never enough with these two!
”Toreth knelt behind him, not meaning to touch him. But Warrick’s skin was like a magnet, attracting his hands and mouth. He tasted his arm, his hand and then, finally, sucked the finger tip into his mouth.”
RE-READ 2020 *gulp* This one...hot. So. Hot. Must add another star... I musta missed some of the hotness the first time around.
Evil. Wicked. Little. Game. Behind the scene peek at what madness brews in each of their insane membranes.
Pain, control & need wrapped up nicely with a bow. The effort & thought put together with the careful planning behind Toreth's special gifts truly is mind-boggling.
SEX. Toreth-and-Warrick sex. It's incredible, because we don't get much of it - and though sometimes I wish there were more, it's wonderfully refreshing and weirdly satisfying to be kept wanting it, and then only getting a little taste. [said the masochist in me]
Saying it was insanely hot makes me feel like I'm cheapening Manna Francis' talent, because it's much more than that. It's cleverly constructed, the visuals exciting and the relationship perfectly balanced and at the same time terribly, unfairly unequal - and I'm not talking about sexual domination here - even though Toreth keeps unwillingly getting closer to what we all want him to realise. This strange equilibrium is only evidenced by the double POVs mirroring each other, and I don't think I even need to mention the writing any more.
And so book two is over. *wipes a tear away* This is all happening so quickly...
His. Absolutely and completely his. Whatever he asked at this moment, Warrick would do for him. Luckily, he had the right instruction prepared. "Go on, then. Tell me how sorry you are."
Very short but verrry hot! Mirror Mirror is really kinky!
"How long have you been there?" Warrick asked "All the time. I was watching in the mirror." Toreth strolled across and lowered the lights, casting the room into shadow.
There's some serious bondage and pain play. Toreth and Warrick know how to play their game, that's for sure. And their games fulfill a deep, primal need.
You’ve read one bondage/Dom-Sub scene between a mind-fucking sociopath and his equally mind-fucking corporate lover, you’ve read them all. :) When do we get to the "I love you's" in this series? (HA!!...I'm still holding out hope...)
**I wish Warrick wouldn’t make it all so easy on Toreth.
Flip flopping POV's of a D/s scene between our protagonists. Not enough to get me worked up but just a tease, and a little reminder of what these guys are all about. This, just this and that is all. WAKE UP you morons!!!
What a great short story this is-so far I've finished the first two books--always the game is on---I am in complete awe of Manna Francis.
Favorite quote:
"Don't say anything. A distant thought. Stick to the game. Don't say-"Ah, fuck- Warrick." Passion filling in his voice, uncontrollable and out of character, as if he cared through the heady rush of pleasure."
"Distinct, discrete dabs of pain lingered, telling him that there would be finger marks still visible tomorrow—bruises, beautiful reminders of how absolutely Toreth owned him at this moment."
Mirror:
"Mine. Oh, God, yes. By the end of the evening, Warrick would have no doubts about who he belonged to."
An interesting exercise in divergent POV's from Manna. This was a new format and a fun style change. A quick, short BDSM story with playfulness, tension and emotion. Well done.
This story is about one of Toreth and Warrick's sexcapades ala some BDSM contraption. It was alright. Mostly, it highlighted Toreth's pleasure in seeing Warrick squirm. Ugh. Bastard. At least Toreth bought him the contraption. A gift is nice. (Don't ever say I don't look for the silver lining in shit.)
My favorite of the short one-scene pieces that serve as interludes between the longer Administration books. It packs a punch in 13 pages - the interplay between Warrick and Toreth is steamy!
4.5 'Saying Toreth and Warrick are hot does not do them justice. The intensity of the scenes they participate in is off the charts, the feelings, sounds, smells come alive off the pages, it's palpable. When it's just them sharing these moments they are fucking perfect' stars.