Introduction: Dear readers, this one is something a bit different for me. It is just a short and simple attempt to portray the love shared by two men through letters. It does however hope to capture the essence of a subject dear to me; the potential beauty of love between homosexual men. I hope you enjoy this little effort and as always, your comments and...
"Fuck", I say to him, "if you had a pencil dick, you'd be sliding in there now, right up to your balls, all nine or ten inches of you." "Ten," he says in my ear, nuzzling me. "Ok, ten," I say, my mouth now at his ear. "Whatever," I smirk. 'Ten' I know it is. It's our private joke. We'd measured it how many times. I'd run the tape from his pubes to level wi...
Most weekends I go down to Hong Kong – I've got a "Fuck Buddy" there who's also into piss play. He's a very hot flight attendant and Asian like me. We're not exclusive – both of us play with others and I'm also in a long term relationship back home (Australia). My buddy is new to Watersports – I'm the only person he's done this with. He's told me that he's...
When I was in my 20s, I worked as a figure drawing model for art classes and private groups. I am now writing about these experiences. My wife and I were both graduate students. We lived in a very affluent university town. To make extra money, I worked as a nude model. One day at a private drawing group, after I had finished my last pose, a new man in th...
When I do my once a week stint with my beloved Badger it is usually on my day off, which is a Wednesday. We used to make it on a Sunday but it was the busiest time on the allotment and for obvious reasons, we wanted to keep our affair secret. Badger was happily married you see. But his sex life had long diminished. Alice had lost all her sexual prowess but,...
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...
More than 5 weeks had passed since my last visit, causing my sense of timing to be a bit off. Not only due to eager anticipation, which at times had me riding far too fast, but also due to enjoying a good smoke before leaving. On weekends, the bathhouse opens at 2pm, and parking the motorcycle around 1:50pm meant hanging around for at least a couple of minut...
My name is Samantha. I wake up in the morning feeling very excited, today is my Birthday and I have very special plans for celebration. I step out of bed and take a look in the mirror, my dark brown hair gone frizzy from yesterday’s antics. I can still feel that guy’s hand gripping a big handful of my hair as he railed me. I giggle musically to myself at the...
It was rush hour when Takeshi boarded the subway. The commuters, himself included, moved as a single pack to enter the already crammed car, pushing their way inside, trying to find one of the ideal positions to grab on to something. There were so many people inside it didn't really matter, he would have been hard pressed to even touch the ground with his han...
Carl was waiting near the back of the center camera wearing a headset that also had a small microphone attached to it. He motioned for them to come over to him and they did, stepping over the cords as they approached. "Here's the deal, I will be getting directions from the control room where the director is, and I will pass those instructions on to the crew...