"Oui, Oui! Baise-moi! Baise-moi!—Yes, yes, fuck me! Comme ça! Plus profound!—Like that. Deeper." I lay on the plastic sheeting on the hotel room bed, my hands gripping the brass rungs of the headboard overhead, my eyes wide, focused on the suddenly cruel smile on the face of the French businessman sitting next to me on the bed. The ceiling fan in the hot Ni...
The sun felt good on Don's suit and tie. The breeze tussled his well trimmed hair which fell back into place thanks to his hair spray. Smelling the fresh cut grass and the blossomed flowers he pleasantly gazed about the well kept city square. Charismatically he smiled at other walkers whether dressed casual, or in business attire. City traffic noises were ca...
This is a book-length work, so not every chapter will involve sex. If you're just looking for a quick wank, this may not be your story. Thanks for reading! ===== There is a unique horror in being covered with the still-warm blood of a person you love. Rather than being inside their body where it belongs, it is slippery on your skin and soaking into your...
A homoerotic story written by Jason Land PROLOGUE This is a sequel to my first story, which is entitled 'Sebastian -The Male Escort', which gave an account of my education at a private school in Sheldon, New York and how, on leaving school I moved to New York city and through a variety of circumstance, found myself acting as a paid Male Escort, which turn...
All participants are over the age of 18, all sex is consensual, there is no violence or abuse. ***** You can call me Donnie, most of the guys do. My real name shouldn't interest you. I have a right to some privacy. The reason I use an alias is because of my sexual needs. Sometimes it's play for pay and sometimes it is free. Depends on my mood and if the re...
Chapter One: Scarred Wedged in the crowd in Times Square below the CNN big screen, next to the tower on top of which Anderson Cooper and Andy Cohen were cavorting and waving to the crowd, Nick felt Steven Saylor pull him in close. Someone near them was starting the countdown on the ball drop ushering in 2018 early by thirty seconds and others were taking up...
This chapter eroticises non-consensual sex in a voyeuristic sense, it does not condone or glorify it. It takes some of the archetypes of gay domination or S&M fantasy, e.g. positions of power, physical prowess, isolation, bondage to illustrate the motives driving such an assault. I have endeavoured to show how, in real life people can and do save themselves...
Almost too tired to think, the man named Jeff pushed open the door of his elegant, respectable North London double storey flat. It was very late. He loosened his tie and flopped down on the soft couch, rubbing his eyes. He was really tense. A bad day of bad negotiations with those impossible Russian clients. Fuck. He didn't want to think about it, but was wo...
We proudly present the third and final 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 --- But meanwhile, the reader might well enquire, what of Swift Nick, what has happened to the Dandy H...
Author's note: Real life got into the way of my stories. Please make suggestion in the comments area. So far I have had some interesting feedback. ********************************* I woke up spooning with Mike, he was gently stroking my cock. He was sleep humming in my ear. I felt his hot breath on and in my ear. He had his other hand close to my face so...