"Remembering a gay sex session in Paris"
On my way back to the office from a lunch break, my shoelace came undone. As I bent to fasten it a shadow spread itself over me, enveloping me in a lemon bouquet. I knew that scent. It was a...
"Remembering a gay sex session with a friend"
Tuesday. Never a great day. There was a realisation that Monday cast a gloomy shadow on the long week ahead. A week that had already begun in fruitless frustration. The mission on Monday had been to discover how I came...
"I woke next day, and felt the need for sex."
I woke, I felt confused. I had memories of the night before, but there seemed to be gaps, and fragmented images. There had been alcohol. There had been sex, conversation and, somewhere, nagging at my mind, a presence. There were...
"the night still had some surprises"
My head felt woozy, and the music hammered hypnotic rhythms into my head, as I walked back towards the table where my friends were. Passing the bar, I noticed the barmaid had a sexy smile on her lips. I thought...
"Seduced by a beauty"
There she was just dancing in the club, swaying and playing to the swirling sounds. This girl had me entranced. Her hair was long, black, almost blue, and she shook it like a mane. 'She could whip me with that,'...
"She saw, she came"
She rose; it was early morning. She thought she would walk to the shop across the park, for fresh air more than anything desperately needed. Quietly, and quickly, so as not to disturb anyone, she put on shoes, and grabbed...