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Gay Lit. 101

by endthedream on Apr 3, 2019
Reviews & Essays

It's a curious thing, gay literature. It has, over the years, been the most difficult of books for me to read. Gore Vidal, Tennessee Williams, even Gordon Merrick (remember him?) and scores of other gay or bi writers seem defeated before they started. Excellent as Vidal and Williams and John Rechy can be, there is this terrible undercurrent or not so undercu...

Jennifer is Taken...Beautifully

by maxmaypo on Sep 12, 2017
Loving Wives

Jennifer was crying out only a few feet away from me as Bruno penetrated her beautiful, struggling body repeatedly. The fear, pleasure, erotic stimulation, and excitement she was feeling had boiled over inside of Jennifer such that her body writhed and shuddered around Bruno's cock, and her utterances became animal cries of pain and pleasure. Her cries were...

My Sales Rep

by Don2Dusk on Sep 17, 2017
Loving Wives

My wife works as a sales rep for a small but innovative furniture manufacturer. Part of her job involves introducing hotel chains to the company's products. She has been very successful and being beautiful and sexy hasn't hurt. Fay is about 5'3" and has a lush figure. She works out and is not the least bit fat, but at 46, she's soft in all the right places....

Jungla De Amor (Jungle of Love)

by BlkMagicMan55 on Sep 12, 2017
Interracial Love

It was a long way from home for Jessica as she strolled the Amazon Rainforest in Ecuador. She was from Salem, Oregon, 25 years old and was an exchange student participating in a Spanish Immersion program from her grad school. Jessica was a pale white girl with long blond hair. She was about 5'5" with an average build. Guys said she had a nice set of boobs, b...

The Drunken Cat

by rdmaddog on Sep 1, 2017
Humor & Satire

Chapter 1 The Drunken Cat March 8, 1966 "Lock and load." In ritual often practiced and easily remembered, Green Beret Staff Sergeant Arturo Hernandez, taps the cartridge clip on his helmet twice, slams it home into the magazine's chamber of his AR-15, and sets his weapon on full automatic. Special Forces SEAL Petty Officer First Class, Patrick Francis...

The Birthday Gift

by stircrazy18 on Jun 1, 2020
Group Sex

Arturo leaned back in his chair. "That was truly delicious. An excellent end to an excellent day." A slight, tropical breeze captured their hair and the edges of the ivory shade sail above their table. Serena leaned into the teak edge of the tabletop, unknowingly allowing Arturo a fantastic view of plump cleavage beneath her red strapless sundress. As the w...

Body Paint

by NotAlwaysAnAngel on Aug 31, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

It was a beautiful warm sunny day in May. We were in South Beach to celebrate my husband's birthday. We had picked the weekend when the "Urban Arts" festival was being held. The street along the beach was lined with tents filled with unique, edgy art. Outdoor cafes and bars were plentiful. Tiny white lights lined the walkways in preparation for a street part...

Fiction

by avrgblkgrl on Sep 13, 2017
BDSM

Jessica's perfect form hung just inches from the floor at the slightest of angles, facing the skylight of his loft. Her back was gracefully arched, arms drawn back and down. Her inner wrists were joined behind her, two fists kissing each other, thumb lying beside thumb, and a series of well-spaced, ornate knots linked them to her secured ankles. One set of r...

To Those Who Wait...

by bloodsimple on Sep 13, 2017
Romance

Arturo was born above this bar, 52 years ago. He entered the world amid a flurry of Catholic wailing, rosary beads, and steams of hot water, on a sweltering night in July. Ideally for his father, this meant that there was no chance of the birth, or subsequent birthdays, interrupting a football match. Arturo loves the bar, Barca, Catalonia and Spain - strictl...

Eat My Creampies

by SlutProblems on Sep 24, 2019
Loving Wives

I never realized how boring marriage would be. Everyone told me that it was the end goal, the holy grail for any woman. I had bought into the hype, trying my best to make sure that I was married before my two sisters. As I walked down the aisle, I felt like I had won somehow. My sisters were so jealous of me and honestly, most women were. My husband, Arturo...