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

The Queen of Whiskeytown

By Thomas S. Roche • Mar 9th, 2004 • Category: Pure Gold: Erotica from the Archives

They came through the razorwire at the top of the stone wall and dropped down into the soft bed of Madame Krusher’s prized red roses. Crouching low, their black-clad bodies blending into the darkness, they listened for the sounds of an alarm — nothing.
Riley, their man inside the house of domination, had done his job. [...]



The Last Deduction

By Alison Tyler • Mar 9th, 2004 • Category: Pure Gold: Erotica from the Archives

An audit. A tax fucking audit. Nadine couldn’t believe it. She’d filed her forms on time, didn’t make a shitload of money, kept careful — well, adequate — records of her expenditures. Why was the IRS harassing her?
“They always go after the little guys,” her friend Daphne explained, “waitresses, like me, or free-lancers, like you. [...]



Handjob

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

He’s used to my mouth; I can’t keep it off of his cock. I’m orally fixated, I’ll admit. But today I’ve got other things in mind, as we sit cuddled up together on the couch watching movies. My hands have been wanting him all day; at lunch, I fantasized about stroking him off, and that’s [...]



Sit and Spin

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

Pearl showed up for her first spinning class dressed in her new workout clothes and ready for something new. As soon as she saw the instructor, however, she wasn’t quite sure. She had heard about him from the other women at the health club. A mammoth Norwegian, he was rumored to have a lascivious streak.
From [...]



Bare Ambition

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

“Ms. Blackwell,” said Mr. Tully, “I see that you spent a year as Marketing Director at Handwell, Davis and Cox.”
“That’s right,” she said, shifting in her chair.
“That’s quite a prestigious job for someone right out of college,” said Mr. Tully. “How did you come to hold that position?”
Sitting in front of Mr. Tully’s desk, Aurora [...]



Parking Goddess

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

“Jesus, how big is this parking garage, anyway?”
The hotel where she and I had just attended a boring professional conference was 12 floors down and about a half a mile over; this parking garage was enormous. We had prayed to the Parking Goddess, and the bitch had ignored us. And so Mia had dropped me [...]



The Naughtiest Christmas

By Xavier Acton • Dec 9th, 2003 • Category: Pure Gold: Erotica from the Archives

I was always naughty about Christmas presents. Wrapped up under the tree, just sitting there taunting me, their contents begged to be guessed at, but I’ve never been a very good guesser. I am, however, great at wrapping things — and rewrapping. I know it’s bad.
And Erica has always been good at surprising me.
Maybe she [...]



Unwrapped

By Ayre Riley • Dec 9th, 2003 • Category: Pure Gold: Erotica from the Archives

On Christmas Eve, I worked slowly to get myself ready. I knew I had plenty of time. West was playing with his band at a local holiday party, and he wouldn’t be home until a bit after midnight. I’d told him that I wasn’t in the mood for a party, but that wasn’t the truth [...]



Quick Fix

By Heather Peltier • Nov 9th, 2003 • Category: Pure Gold: Erotica from the Archives

I don’t know why; sometimes it just happens. Some fluctuation of my hormones or something that makes me think about you all morning. I’m squirming in my desk, feeling that tingling all over my body that tells me if I don’t satisfy the need building inside me, I’m going to go absolutely crazy.
Normally, I hold [...]



Giving Thanks

By Alison Tyler • Nov 9th, 2003 • Category: Pure Gold: Erotica from the Archives

Our apartment is set up with a huge bedroom, a generous kitchen and no dining room to speak of. So it too isn’t often that we throw dinner parties. In fact, we’ve never had guests over to eat. To drink, yes. To play, of course. Just not to dine. But when my 25th birthday happened [...]



The Goosing of Goldie

By Thomas S. Roche • Oct 9th, 2003 • Category: Pure Gold: Erotica from the Archives

Goldie Gosling had lived all her life in the luxury apartment building on the Upper East Side. She and her parents all loved the place. She remembered being very young and frightened by the elevator operators; it seemed so strange to have this uniformed gentleman, polite and refined to a fault, privy to all the [...]



The House Of Poison

By Thomas S. Roche • Oct 9th, 2003 • Category: Pure Gold: Erotica from the Archives

The Saturday stink of the Quarter swirls in your nostrils: blood, sex, beer, sweat and at least three different kinds of smoke: cigars, cigarettes and crack. Crowds of laughing college students swarm around you like a school of fish or a flock of birds — each of separate mind, but inexplicably moving together like a [...]



Masquerade Ball

By Xavier Acton • Oct 9th, 2003 • Category: Pure Gold: Erotica from the Archives

I’ve had my eye on you all evening. Or should I say you’ve had my eye, sure as if you’d hooked me with a fishing line, reeling me in. At first I wasn’t sure you noticed. Now, though, you’ve made it quite obvious. It’s clear in the way you move your body toward me when [...]



Under My Thumb

By Thomas S. Roche • Sep 9th, 2003 • Category: Pure Gold: Erotica from the Archives

Spider was horny when he walked into the hotel room — he was always horny after a gig. But it wasn’t like he planned to do anything about it — at least, not right away. After all, he had a three am “dinner” date with Sierra Verdi from Darkness Calls magazine, who reviewed Spider’s last [...]



Fuck-Me Fruits

By Anonymous • Aug 9th, 2003 • Category: Pure Gold: Erotica from the Archives

She’s got these shoes, see. Or she had these shoes. Sandals, really. I don’t know what it is about them. She wears them when she’s sunning. She wears them when she’s lying on the chaise lounge in the back yard, sheathed only in a white string bikini. And these glorious, unbelievable shoes.
They’re trashy — she [...]



White Coat and Stethoscope

By Ronald Keller • Aug 9th, 2003 • Category: Pure Gold: Erotica from the Archives

She’s a very kinky girl. The kind you don’t take home from med school. But then, taking her home was the least of my worries.
I was working kind of late, catching up on some phone calls in the back office I share with two other osteopaths. I hadn’t even realized I was the last person [...]



The Big Touchdown

By Erica Dumas • Jul 9th, 2003 • Category: Pure Gold: Erotica from the Archives

You park the station wagon at the top of the point, in a parking place shrouded by trees. There’s no view from here, but it doesn’t matter; we’re not going to be looking. The only lights are angled shafts from one faraway klieg light. We get into the back seat and start to make out. [...]



Gearhead

By Thomas S. Roche • Jun 9th, 2003 • Category: Pure Gold: Erotica from the Archives

Shawn had left a note on the bed, next to Robin’s little black PVC dress. Robin stiffened as she read the big block capitals, rendered in Shawn’s familiar hand.
SOMETHING CAME UP AT WORK
UNAVOIDABLE
GAVE ERIC THE TICKETS
HE’LL PICK YOU UP AT EIGHT
WEAR THE BLACK DRESS
Robin fumed. It wasn’t like Shawn to flake on her unless it [...]



Sucking Cock

By Zach Addams • Jun 9th, 2003 • Category: Pure Gold: Erotica from the Archives

His full lips press hard against mine, and I taste his tongue. It tastes different than yours, sharper — and it’s much bigger. I never expected to notice so many things about our first kiss. How the brush of a guy’s smooth-shaved face still feels rough — invisible whispers against my chin. How his tongue [...]



Full Service

By Ace Goldberg • Jun 9th, 2003 • Category: Pure Gold: Erotica from the Archives

There are those moments with bent knees when I am in prayer, and there are those moments when I am sucking cock. At this particular moment, those two things seem to have merged. It is Friday night, the eve of Shabbat, and I’ve now gone from one religious experience to another. Having finished swaying in [...]



Caffeine Kisses

By Thomas S. Roche • May 9th, 2003 • Category: Pure Gold: Erotica from the Archives

My eyes roved wildly over the apartment as I paced back and forth.
“That definitely wasn’t decaf,” I said.
“You don’t say,” Sherry yawned. She had stripped down to her sleeping clothes: a white tank top and soft cotton shorts. She was curled up with a woolen blanket covering her legs and Che Guevara delicately washing his [...]



10 Minutes in the ’80s

By Alison Tyler • May 9th, 2003 • Category: Pure Gold: Erotica from the Archives

For 10 minutes in the ’80s, I was beautiful.
I’ve been beautiful since, but never like that.
Never again.
Before those magical 10 minutes took place, I not only wasn’t beautiful, I was hardly noticeable. Simply put, I was just another lowly freshman at UCLA, one of 40,000 others who called the campus home. Shy, insecure, terrified — [...]



Whole

By Kinde Moore • May 9th, 2003 • Category: Pure Gold: Erotica from the Archives

Please, Hunter, please…”
Hunter and I fuck raw. We fuck like animals. Hard, heavy, the sweat-sheen gleaming on our bodies. We fit together like pieces of a puzzle, two strikingly similar bodies, long, lean, muscular. And when we do it doggy-style, he seals himself to me, until we’re as close together as possible.
At least, that’s what [...]



X-Ray Specs

By Heather Peltier • Apr 9th, 2003 • Category: Pure Gold: Erotica from the Archives

I was never into comic books as a kid, but my brother Steve worshiped the things. I mean, over the years he read them all — from old reprints of Detective Comics to the comic-book version of the Twisted Sister story. He tried to get me to appreciate the finer points of graphic novels and [...]



All McQueen’s Men

By Alison Tyler • Apr 5th, 2003 • Category: Erotica, Pure Gold: Erotica from the Archives

In the case of Julissa McQueen, it wasn’t Humpty Dumpty, but a relationship that couldn’t be put back together. Perhaps it wasn’t much of a relationship to start with, but Julissa had tried for so long to put up with Raymond’s innumerable idiosyncrasies that she wasn’t ready to give up on couplehood. Not without a [...]