Archives for the ‘Pure Gold: Erotica from the Archives’ Category

Rimming Krzysztof

By Simon Shepard • Jan 9th, 2008 • Category: Erotica, Pure Gold: Erotica from the Archives

I like to stick my tongue up guys’ assholes. I think that, if we fags are honest with ourselves, many of us do. Like it, that is. Just why we like it is an open question. It is not, however, an open question as to why I hardly ever do it anymore. It comes down [...]



Working Girl

By Simon Torrio • Aug 15th, 2007 • Category: Erotica, Pure Gold: Erotica from the Archives

The Cadillac pulled up to the curb. The driver leaned down and craned his neck, eyeing the woman’s fishnet-clad legs scissoring invitingly under the short skirt. She bent down and looked in the window, waving.”Hi sailor,” she smiled. “Need a date?”
The passenger-side window hissed down. “Depends,” said the guy inside the car. “How much?”
“Twenty bucks,” [...]



Last Day on the Job (part 2)

By Tempest DuMoor • Dec 9th, 2005 • Category: Pure Gold: Erotica from the Archives

The idea was appealing for a couple of reasons.
“What did you have in mind?”
“I want to be with you, have a little fun.”
“Sure, why not.” I said, trying not to sound too eager.
“Okay, babe, let’s pretend that I just walked in and caught you seducing my boy. Obviously you’ll have to be punished.”
Going along with [...]



Last Day on the Job (part 1)

By Tempest DuMoor • Dec 9th, 2005 • Category: Pure Gold: Erotica from the Archives

As I approached the posh hotel the doorman nodded at me, a look of recognition on his face. It wasn’t my first “visit” and I never thought it would be my last. Most of my encounters here ran together, one just like the next. This one, however, might be different. Grayson Peeler was a name [...]



She Was A Doll: My Shameful Weekend

By Jack Gregson • Nov 9th, 2005 • Category: Pure Gold: Erotica from the Archives

I’m trying to live with the most shameful, erotic, strange, disgusting weekend of my life. It’s not easy. I consider myself a normal guy but I’m wondering if I overstepped the mark. I’ve been thinking of begging for Jesus to save me but I’m not religious. I am, I suppose, a naughty little filth-bucket. I [...]



Taboo

By Jane Black • Oct 9th, 2005 • Category: Pure Gold: Erotica from the Archives

When you’ve been married to a guy for eight years and you’ve had a couple of kids with him, you figure you know that guy pretty well. If, by happy coincidence, the two of you are compatibly perverted-as is the case with Keith and me-eight years is enough time to get to get to know [...]



My Red Table

By Z.G. Rankenstein • Oct 9th, 2005 • Category: Pure Gold: Erotica from the Archives

Our power play had been going on all semester. Though not a frosh, I was the new Queer on the block and thus, her latest tutee to induct into the world of campus politics. Living in the same house she was helpful and fun at first. She would push me down in tickling matches or [...]



The Lady in Latex

By Jay Lawrence • Sep 9th, 2005 • Category: Pure Gold: Erotica from the Archives

She stood in the entrance to the churchyard, clinging to the Gothic bars of the high wrought-iron gate as if it was an open prison. She looked like an Amazon-tall, strongly slender, a bright cascade of bleached blonde curls shimmering down her shiny black back.
She was dressed from neck to toe in latex.
From my vantage [...]



No Fucking Way

By Christy ODell • Aug 9th, 2005 • Category: Pure Gold: Erotica from the Archives

No fucking way, she groaned to herself. Not again.
Celia shut the door quietly behind her and sighed. This was the third night this week Brian had promised her sex, and the third night she had come home to find him asleep. She moved around the room silently, taking off her shoes and jewelry, trying hard [...]



The Girl with a Purse

By Angel Moretti • Aug 9th, 2005 • Category: Pure Gold: Erotica from the Archives

She filled her pocket with a few of the free condoms in the bowl by the door while waiting for the girl to get her coat. She had more at home, but she just wanted to be sure she had some at the ready — it had been a while, and she couldn’t really remember [...]



The Taste of Mint, The Taste of You

By Aurora Black • Aug 9th, 2005 • Category: Pure Gold: Erotica from the Archives

Mmm, the condom. An invention that can be traced back thousands of years. Such a tiny, yet revolutionary item that was made from materials ranging from linen to lambskin before finally moving on to rubber.
But I’m not thinking of any of that yet as I push you down onto my black leather sofa, kissing you [...]



Serendipity Chase Does a Bad, Bad Thing

By Chick M. • Jul 9th, 2005 • Category: Pure Gold: Erotica from the Archives

Bad, bad, bad. This whole scenario was bad. Not to mention borderline illegal. Serendipity leaned against her truck; arms folded, staring at the “child” who sat slouched in front of her on the sidewalk. Well, maybe not technically illegal — she was, after all, still within hearing distance of her two kids slumbering inside the [...]



Dock Party Blues

By Tara Alton • Jul 9th, 2005 • Category: Pure Gold: Erotica from the Archives

Everyone else at the dock party seemed to be having a great time, but me. I think it was because I was the only one wearing a cleavage revealing, white party mini-dress because I had been misled as to what type of party it was by my friend. In addition, my friend had deserted me [...]



Man with Camera

By Jay Lawrence • Apr 9th, 2005 • Category: Pure Gold: Erotica from the Archives

It started off as a joke, a bit of a lark. I spotted the small ad in the “Etcetera” column of the local evening newspaper:
Wanted - Male Private Investigator with Digital Camera — (Central London)
“I need a completely confidential private investigator with a digital camera. Will pay fifty pounds upon completion of assignment. Need assignment [...]



One Honey of an Afternoon

By Tara Alton • Feb 9th, 2005 • Category: Pure Gold: Erotica from the Archives

Since, I got my job in Cleveland as a buyer for a department store, I haven’t been back home for six months. I haven’t wanted to face the inevitable questions about my love life. Was I dating anyone yet? I was planning on saying I had been too busy at work, but the real reason [...]



Executive Sex Fantasy Service CASE # 238

By Lars Honig • Jan 9th, 2005 • Category: Pure Gold: Erotica from the Archives

Profile — Case #238:
Sam, as she likes to be called, is an up and coming executive. Her friend Sara, her gym buddy, works the same long hours as Sam, and to quote Sam’s joke “they both have understanding dildos at home.” {Side note: no lesbian partnering with friend as noted in profile.}
Personal Action Plan 1:
As [...]



Services Rendered

By M. Christian • Dec 9th, 2004 • Category: Pure Gold: Erotica from the Archives

Seventy miles beyond Phoenix the rental car just died. No warning, no coughing, hiccup, hesitation or grinding — one minute 65 MPH, window down, wind streaming through her hair, something pounding and brassy on the radio and the next… just the sound of tires on asphalt, slowly winding down to a dead crawl.
Luckily, out in [...]



Unmentionables

By Sage Vivant • Oct 9th, 2004 • Category: Pure Gold: Erotica from the Archives

The tall woman had no need to turn around and confirm her suspicions. She knew the brown-haired man had stepped onto the Metro train somewhere behind her. Why give him the satisfaction of eye contact?
He’d shadowed her throughout her visit to Sabbia Rosa in the Saint Germain district. As she’d fingered the sumptuous bras and [...]



Gloss

By Rachel Kramer Bussel • Aug 9th, 2004 • Category: Pure Gold: Erotica from the Archives

Standing in front of the mirror, I apply the gooey liquid over my lips until they shine like glass, not gooey but slick and hard, almost icy. I’m keeping in mind my friend Alice’s advice that “lip gloss should look like you’ve just given someone a blowjob.” Whether or not they approximate this maxim, I [...]



High Heels

By Elizabeth Colvin • Jul 9th, 2004 • Category: Pure Gold: Erotica from the Archives

I know it’s about the high heels. I know that, but I don’t care. Because they’re my feet in them, and feeling you worship them is the same as having you worship me.
We go out for dinner at a nice restaurant. I wear a sexy dress, but not too sexy, because it’s not the [...]



The First Time I Shaved

By Heather Peltier • Jul 9th, 2004 • Category: Pure Gold: Erotica from the Archives

The first time I ever shaved down there, it was for someone else. But if I’d known how hot it could be, I might have done it just for me.
I had always gone all natural; I had never even thought of shaving until Mark brought it up. He had mentioned it casually in the midst [...]



The Bathroom Stall

By Pamela Walker • May 1st, 2004 • Category: Pure Gold: Erotica from the Archives, Sex and Disability

The discussion in the internet chat room the night that Jerry and I met was “What is taboo?”
It was a room that discussed the racier topics and most of the people there that night had a kink that they considered on the edge. Jerry was very quiet, but something told me he wasn’t there just [...]



The Punishment

By N. T. Morley • Apr 9th, 2004 • Category: Pure Gold: Erotica from the Archives

Miss Pickering called Tasha into her office. When the poor girl got there, she saw that Miss Pickering’s desk had been cleared off and on it was arrayed a flexible, supple cane, a large black butt-plug and a stack of pornographic magazines.
Tasha looked miserably at the ground, her face turning bright red.
“Tasha, do you recognize [...]



Bianca’s Oil

By Xavier Acton • Apr 9th, 2004 • Category: Pure Gold: Erotica from the Archives

The first time I actually fucked someone it was more happenstance than planning. I mean, Bianca and I had been at the “anything but” stage for three or four weeks, which seemed like eternity. I later found out it was barely a microsecond compared to the lengthy “anything but” experiences of most people I knew [...]



Trying It for Size

By Saskia Walker • Apr 9th, 2004 • Category: Pure Gold: Erotica from the Archives

Shopping with James was, in itself, a stimulating activity. It was one of the many things that I adored about his company. That, and his tendency toward the extreme when it came to sex. I never knew what he’d suggest, nor when. It kept me on the edge of the most extraordinary sense of arousal [...]