This story celebrates the joy of sex as it is experienced by a bisexual leatherman and his friends. The protagonist is a pansexual version of a Tom of Finland hero, a man who likes to wear boots and leather breeches when he fucks. In Part One he has been hanging out with the leatherboys, resulting in some very satisfying orgasms. In Part Two he tried his luc...
The majority of the week was spent studying. It was hard enough to keep up with that while getting texts from everyone asking, "U gonna do it?", Or others telling me not to do him. Scott kept shooting pix of himself to me, hot and tempting, which added more fuel to the fire culminating between us. Thursday came, but instead of school, Philosophy was meeti...
We were finally here. Australia. Well Perth to be exact. It was a University trip we would get to live in Australia for 4 months and seemed an opportunity I couldn't refuse. Four months of golden sun, great beaches, lots of drinking and maybe a little bit of studying. We was partnered up with an Australian university and we was given a week to get adjusted b...
This is a very old and deeply disturbing gay male, rape and revenge story, one that's been kicking around in my folders since I began to write the Manchester arc that would lead to A Portrait In Blood and Underwear some four or five years ago. It's among the darkest of the Vampire Arc tales, hence it's posting in Erotic Horror. I'm a liberal soul at heart bu...
My name is Shamika Sandler Brown and I'm a six-foot-tall, busty and kind of curvy, big-bottomed black woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. By day, I work as a computer science teacher at the Nicholson Institute of Technology in Boston, Massachusetts. By night, I'm a part-time member of the Boston Police Department and the world-famous superhe...
Days Twenty-Eight to Thirty-One I had been in prison for four weeks, and the monotony was really getting to me. The day after Exercise was always the worst: there were four more days of relentless boredom to go before Showers: and with Exercise being such a downer this time, and no sex to keep me going, I started to slide into strange, sometimes morbid, men...
Sleeping in my bed thinking about how good it was to lick and suck Sheila pussy and tits... we didn't exchange numbers but at the same time to be honest I didn't really wanted to meet her again because I was scared at people judging me. First I was lesbian and with an older woman? I wasn't ready mentally to face my whole world with those entire new things in...
When I awoke the next morning, which was Sunday (but felt like it should be Monday or Tuesday, given long Saturday had been), I felt a wonderful wetness around my cock and a bouncing motion on it that could only mean one thing. One of my sweet ladies had chosen to ride me in my sleep. I looked up and noticed beautiful blonde hair, silky olive skin, and the l...
(CHESS) Its a bit of a nuthouse this building really. Theres old Billy The Hamster upstairs (you really DONT want to know). And that wee wanker Shawn next door to him with the skinhead and the tattoo all round his neck. Then of course theres WhatsErFace. From Dundee I think. WhatsErFace has crazy red hair and we...
Despite having worked late, yet again, the Tube was still packed by the time I left the office, but the crowd was different from what I was used to in my daily commute. Sure there were still a few young go-getters, just like me, tired and dishevelled from a long day in the office, but mixed in were a good mix of party-goers, starting early to get even more...