We proudly present the second part of the first in a series of unjustly neglected underground classics of erotica, revived and reinterpreted for your entertainment and pleasure by Tristan Trotsky, a noted dilettante of decadent literature. --- 0 --- The earnest literary critic can but conjecture about the state of mind of the author of the sad and perverse...
At eighteen I was the oldest boy in my boarding school. I suppose I was expected to set an example to the other boys which is why all the teachers were disappointed when I was found to be blind drunk one weekend. There were only two weeks to go until I left school for good; my exams were over and I hadn't a care in the world. However Mr. Bevan, my house mas...
The note left for me on the nightstand by Daniel, my mature lover, was sealed in an enveloped addressed to "Paul." I was about to rip it open when something more demanding got my attention. Even before I turned 18, I usually awoke with a "morning wood" hard on. This morning I had more than enough reason to be aroused: The memory of a weekend of sex, anticip...
It was New Year's Eve, 2002. I was up in Glasgow, where I'd lived until I was 18. We get together ever year, myself and a load of the old school crowd, to get pissed up and see in the New Year. It's a tradition, and one I've not missed out on despite moving to Liverpool. As usual, I turned up as soon after Christmas as I could manage. Each year the folks wh...
The angel darted through the corridor as fast as he could. He pulled down tables and potted plants as he ran past, blocking the passage. He hoped to delay the three demons that were chasing him. He only needed to buy himself enough time to get outside. Then he could fly out of the labyrinth that served as a barrier between the holy and demonic realms and ret...
I rolled over, restless. I was still mildly drunk from all the beer we had drank, celebrating the end of finals. I pulled my phone out of my pocket, glancing at the time: 3:43am. We had barely made it back to my friend Zach's house after our end-of-exam's party, celebrating the fact that we had finished another year of school. The party was a ten minute walk...
An middle-aged man looks back on times shared with his best friend's family back when he was younger... * The glow of the fire kept getting dimmer through the wall of the tent I was sleeping in, and the sounds of the nocturnal creatures now were louder than the crackling and popping of the last few embers in the fireplace outside. The sounds that I wante...
Her thick thighs were surprisingly shapely with delicate ankles. Her wide hips framed a well groomed but still hairy pussy. Her waist was nicely tapered despite her chubby belly and her huge 40dd tits were amazingly firm given their size and the fact that she was almost 40. Kristen was a big girl and she towered over my petite 5'2" tall wife. Her long blond...
All characters in this story are at least 18 years or older. 4 college jocks find themselves trapped in a weird but arousing escape room. They need to find a way out using intimate manners. They do not know however, that 2 of their classmates have set up this perverted game. Enjoy ;) With a soft humming, Jake woke up, his head beating like crazy. Jake gro...
You may think that being 70 sucks - life is ebbing, sexual drive with it, and your cock sags and goes into retirement. So this is an uplifting story, literally. And all true. Prelude Knowing I found boys attractive as a kid in the 1950s was pretty scary - gay did not exist and faggot was some creepy guy, I did learn that it is a big mistake to tell the cut...