The door opens to one of the deluxe suites the Iron Cloud has to offer. With large round dark cushions arranged in several places of the room, there is a hot, steaming tub built into the center of the floor, framed with rugged rocks around. On the ceiling are luminous streaks of white and grey, resembling a calm, decorative cloudy sky, with a single larger b...
Love, what is love? Is it when a man and woman love each other, a woman and woman love one another or a man and man love one another? Those I get but does that work with Mythical creates like Vampires, Werewolves, and others. Ha um... Maybe I should intrudes myself to you all my name is Silver Winter, and yes that is my real name. All of my main family membe...
Bathhouses are places with thousands of years of history, yet are extremely easy not to notice, unless someone is looking. That such places have existed is common enough knowledge, whether awareness of Roman decadence or when reading about certain Middle Eastern baths intended for men only. When there is a place where naked men can enjoy having anonymous sex...
Bathhouses have a long history, and anyone who has enjoyed what is offered there understands why. They are a male only place, and the women I have talked to about the baths remain baffled, at best, by their appeal. It seems almost a fundamental split, with women simply not grasping the wonderful attraction of pure sexual freedom, having sex with strangers ov...
A single encounter can lead to a heavenly time, especially if it is the first of a bathhouse visit. Even if I had actually made a mistake - instead of this being a normal Thursday, when the baths open at 3pm, it was a holiday, with an hour earlier opening time. The feeling inside was considerably less crowded than my last visit, also on a holiday. However,...
Though I'd brought poppers for a bit of repeat steamroom fun, as is generally true at the baths, intentions and reality rarely intersect perfectly. Or too well, with a stranger sucking my uncovered cock and fingering my ass, legs spread wide, moaning, still concerned about condoms, an intention only given up slowly as he painstakingly turned me on, making my...
This is the actual story of my first gay experience. The names have been changed, but everything else is as it happened. I hope you enjoy! ***** All my life, I'd always considered myself straight. Lots of girlfriends, lots of complements on my looks and plenty of opportunity to get naked with the "fairer" sex. Also, a healthy appetite for porn. It was pr...
What I am about to write here is part confession and part catharsis. However, it isn't something I feel guilty about because it was forced on me. I would never have chosen to do the things I was made to do on that warm night in May 1865. What I do feel guilty about, what I do need confess is that I can't seem to stop repeatedly committing those acts. You'll...
Writing provides a structure that is simply lost when sunk deep in a darkroom's seductive pleasures. Especially getting rimmed by a man, the sort of sex I have always associated with bathhouses since my later teenage years. Today provided another endless period demonstrating that those fantasies were just a shadow of the reality of enjoying a man's talented...
I knew where I was and what was going to be going on, at some point at least. However the hood and the built in headphones were doing an excellent job in keeping me from knowing what exactly was going on around me. Once in a while I could feel the breeze on my bare skin as a person walked past me. That's right, bare skin. I was naked except for the hood and...