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With one hand on the back of my head, fingers gathering a handful of hair, he pushes open the door behind himself and breaks away, pulling me into the summer house and quickly pushing the door shut behind me. Letting go of my hand, he strides over and flicks on a small lamp in the corner before making his way back towards me, staring me down with his mesmerising blue eyes. Glancing round, I take in my surroundings. The pool house is tastefully decorated like a seaside beach hut. An old fashion oak wooden table sits in the middle of the room while a day bed is covered in blankets and cushions to one side and a kitchen area takes up the other side.
Stacked in the corner are sun loungers, chairs and a basket of beach towels. Then he's in front of me and like a s screen siren, I feel my knees weaken as he tips my chin up toward him and he dips down to begin gently kissing my neck. A moan escapes as his hands begin to travel down my body and his kisses continue along my collarbone. I know I'm going to have him, here, right now. I can feel the heat radiating through his tuxedo shirt and as I use full advance of the high split in my dress and move my left leg between his thighs, his hard cock presses against me.
I try to suppress a smile but it's as if he can hear my skin singing and he looks up, grinning too. Lifting me gently up, my dress falls open at the split and I'm sat in front of him.
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I begin to take my mask off. It doesn't look like he'll be taking his off either. In two swift movements, he grabs a hand full of towels and sheds his jacket, slipping his hand into the inside pocket as he does. The foil of the condom packet catches the light and I sigh with relief and anticipation as he places the towels on the floor in front of me and one behind. I inch my legs slightly apart, inviting him to explore me. He undoes his bowtie and I reach up to unbutton his shirt, splaying my hands on his broad chest that boasts a smattering of dark hair.
Without breaking eye contact, he smiles, pushing dress up to my hips, fingers spidering their way up to the edge of my knickers. I can barely contain myself as he begins to trace the outside of my already damp pants. I take a breath and drape my arms around his shoulders, knowing I'm wet and ready. Then he's pushing them to one side and slipping two fingers deep inside while his thumb immediately finds my swollen clit. He finds the zip at the side of my dress with his other hand and pulls it down firmly, exposing my naked breasts.
I hear him move and suddenly withdraw his fingers from inside me, leaving me empty. I raise my hips as he pulls my knickers down before pushing my thighs apart. His mouth traces a trail up my leg before he's on me, hot and greedy, his tongue delving into my folds before finally settling onto my clit, slowly circling.
Drawing my knees up, I open myself up and lay a hand on the top of his head, matching his strokes with my own. The familiar feeling of orgasm begins to build inside me. He slips his fingers back inside, quickly finding the ridges of that hidden place, complimenting his tongue and tipping me over the edge. The orgasm waves through me violently, traveling down my legs as I curl my toes. Just as I steady myself to recover, I realise he's stood in front of me, stepping out of his trousers and tearing the foil packet. Still woozy, I push myself up on my elbows. We're kissing passionately and I can taste myself still on his lips.
Wrapping my legs around him, he takes his cock in his right hand and guides himself into my wetness. Suddenly, he's picking me up and laying me down on the day bed and while my body is still tingling, I appreciate the softness after the hard, wooden table. With my legs still wrapped round him, he plunges deep into me. As my second orgasm builds, my mind is jumbled.
I try to concentrate as he builds a rhythm — he knows my name. But he picks up the pace and I explode once again, with him pounding against me. He rears back, moans and slams into me one last time, catching the end of my orgasm by surprise. Then we're clinging to each other, sweaty and spent.watch
An Interview with Hollis Seamon
As our breathing steadies, I reach out and touch his mask. Although his eyes are glazed, he shakes his head. I lie back, confused. As I shiver, he pulls a blanket over us and strokes my hair. Frowning, I roll over and we spoon, holding hands and linking our fingers. I'm dazed and sleepy. And I realise I can no longer hear music coming from the house. I throw the blanket off me, over heating and nearly fall off the bed. The sun is streaming through the floor to ceiling windows and doors, turning the pool house into what feels like a green house. As memories of last night come flooding back, I realise I'm alone.
Oh, right, it's like that, I think, kicking myself as disappointment overwhelms me. I put my head in my hands and I'm still wearing the bloody mask. Tearing it off, I glance out the window to make sure no one is coming and stumble over to the table, only to find my dress folded neatly with my knickers on top.
Gathering my shoes, I make my way back up the path to the house, hoping I don't bump into anyone.
I don't even know what time it is. As I creep past the dining room, I hear chatter and duck down. But it's too late. Story from Sex. Instead, there remains a bit of a misconception that all of modern erotica is somehow similar to Fifty Shades , with female submissives being the name of the game.
Writing erotica has irrevocably changed my life , and has given me new perspectives on my own sexuality as well as those of my fellow human beings. The past decade has seen a boom in women turning to the page to detail sexy stories that would very likely make even Christian Grey blush. The fact that erotica, along with erotic romance — from blockbuster print bestsellers to upstart indie ebook publishers to websites and magazines like Congress — is now so widely available means that we are becoming more comfortable talking about sex, including some deeply kinky sex.
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Countless gay authors had to hide their own sexuality when writing about this subject. Many books with gay themes were banned or worse simply ignored and allowed to fade into obscurity.
26 Young Adult Fantasy Novels You Need to Read in the First Half of 12222
Probably the earliest gay novel published in America. Taylor was a prolific author of poetry and travel writing. This novel describes a relationship between two men without ever becoming sexual or doom-laden. First editions are very scarce and highly collectible.
Erotic fiction: read Behind the mask
Imre: A Memorandum by Xavier Mayne Only copies were privately printed. The tale describes a love story between a something British aristocrat and a year-old Hungarian military officer who meet in a Budapest cafe. Prime-Stevenson also wrote a study called The Intersexes that defends homosexuality from numerous standpoints.
Not an easy novel to read due to the complex plots. A complex novel with multiple plots that made little impact on its publication due to its gay characters and their intertwining relationships. A novel of campus life that is long forgotten. The Western Shore by Clarkson Crane One of the first novels about gay university life. Clarkson Crane attended Berkeley and this novel probably resulted from his experiences.
Cane served in France in the U. He returned to France in where he wrote this novel, which quickly faded into obscurity. At this time, American university life was portrayed in literature as being nothing but heterosexual romance, parties, and sport. The Well of Loneliness by Radclyffe Hall Published by Jonathan Cape, the plot sees an Englishwoman find love with another woman while serving as an ambulance driver in World War I only to suffer social isolation.
The novel portrays lesbianism as a natural state. It was hugely controversial and put lesbians in the newspaper headlines. Gender is a fluid thing in this pioneering book. Orlando: A Biography by Virginia Woolf This well-known novel is important because of the fluid way in which Woolf treats gender. The book describes the adventures of a poet who changes sex and meets important historical figures. A novel about the challenges of coming out.