Oral

18 is a great age to be. This is a trip back in time through Mimi's sexual education. Outdoors in the country,  with a grown man between her thighs, Mimi's first oral experience will remind you of the lustful power of youth.

"...Beau went down on Mimi. ...She was excited to finally be with him tonight—she had decided they would go all the way, if Beau wanted it. Mimi wanted it.
    The moon wasn’t full, but it helped light the way, at least for Mimi to see him remove her pants. She watched him, transfixed, as he kissed her stomach, licked it, traced a line down to the top of her panties, and stopped. He reached for her, and she lifted her hips while he pulled off her panties. His mustache tickled, and she watched him..."

~1300 words

Read about "Stuart and Mimi" here.

From T. C. Gardstein, this is a first for Paper Bag Press: our first erotic poetry collection. T. C.'s poetry performances have garnered attention in New York City, and we are proud to share her talent with you here. A sample:

The Poetry Prostitute

When my livelihood was once again outsourced,
it compelled me to plot a whole new course.

I was sick of being at the mercy
of this increasingly insane economy

while trying to achieve a break
as a writer on the make.

I needed to make an easy buck
yet knew I couldn’t sell a fuck.

What saved me from becoming destitute?
Turning into a poetry prostitute.

I hoped there might be some voyeurs
who were erotica connoisseurs.

So I ran some classifieds here and there
proposing to lay my sex life bare.

I would not write poems to order
but expose in verse my every border.

I would not focus on the customer’s desire
like a phone-sex girl through a 900 wire.

It was up to me what my getup would be--
my poetry was what would earn the fee. ...

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The complete collection: 9 poems.

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Have you been at one of T. C.'s performances? Please leave a comment.  Also, you can read an interview with T. C. here, and read about her story, "Sandwich Filling," here.

In the second installment of the Rites of Spring series, Gazelle's eyes are swimming with colors and tears, as she is running, the best Messenger of the Tribe, running through Men's Town. They are all there for her, hundreds, thousands of men.

Regina has just the thing to yank Heath out of his depression. But his attitude isn't making it easy. Figuring out how to get Heath to warm back up to her is the beginning of this summertime road trip.  Scandalous.

"An eighteen-wheeler crept up next to them, and Regina rolled her eyes.  It was so like Heath to linger in the passing lane.  The truck's cab pulled adjacent to their Jetta, and Regina could see the driver perfectly.  He was older, somewhere in his forties, with a weathered face and few days' growth of beard.  She knew that if he only turned his head slightly to the left, he would be looking down into their car.  This excited her, and she took a deep, quiet breath of satisfaction as her finger sped up slightly.

The truck driver glanced to his left, his brow creased as if he were wondering why the car in the passing lane was not actually passing.  His eyes drifted to the backseat and widened.  His lips parted as he took in the scene: Regina with her legs splayed open..."

~4600 words

He was on vacation, finding it all a bit unnerving and a mistake. Elena was having a good time on the dance floor. With him, Elena would have an even better time, she was sure. Maybe on the beach? On the dance floor? Somewhere else?

He's about to find out.

A blistering encounter in the tropics -- this one is a must-read.

"He was getting hard, and his kissing became more insistent.  She responded; her touch grew rougher, and he felt her sigh quietly as she kissed him.  He drew one of his hands up to her chest, and gently he cupped her breast in his hand.  He felt her nipple hardening, and he stroked it gently with his thumb, causing her breath to quiver.  Breaking their kiss, he moved his lips down her jaw line, then nibbled her neck while fondling her nipple.  He could tell she was losing control; her hands were moving faster over his back and she began to tear at his shirt.  With a moan she grabbed his ass with both hands and ground her hips into his.

“Let’s go somewhere,” he breathed into her neck.

“Where?”

“Anywhere.” "

~6,000 words

He couldn't refuse--it was the king's request. Taken from his home, Jord was made part of the king's harem, and that was that. Learning to adjust to life in the harem proves both educational and satisfying in many, many ways.

Intense sex--and lots of it. Lovers of male sex will enjoy this tale.

"That evening, as the twin moons of Tansa followed each other into a sky burnt copper by the setting sun, the small group of travellers made camp under the broad, leafy branches of a Banton tree. Jord was lifted down from the cart and stripped, and his hands were tethered to the wheel of the cart. One of the Troopers bound his feet as an extra precaution against escape. They had only ever lost one of the King’s harem boys and were loath to make the same mistake again, so even if Jord were to slip the ropes, he wouldn’t get far naked.
    Apart from restricting Jord with those bindings, the Troopers treated Jord well. He dined on forest fowl, fruit and nuts and was given sweet wine to drink. Even the gruff-looking Sergeant made sure he was comfortable by supplying him with a small pillow, and although he was not permitted a blanket he had the warmth of a Trooper on either side of him to keep the cool night at bay. Still wary of these beasts, however, he kept one eye open until he was certain that every last Trooper had fallen asleep.
    It seemed almost immediately after he had closed his eyes that he was awakened..."

~7,400 words

In the sequel to "Moonkissed," Jacob adjusts to his new life as a vampyre--heightened senses, new physical abilities, and parties.

Yes, parties. The finest kind, thrown by the best people. His new acquaintances become fast friends, in this lush, romantic tale of vampyre life in modern times.

"They stepped out into a lobby crowded with vampyres. Naked underlings weaved their way through the hordes of guests with trays of green absinthe and angel’s breath – a special wine made with the blood of virgins. By the pillar on the top step a shirtless couple writhed together, their hands all over each other, their kisses hot and passionate. Below in the main ballroom, vampyres danced to the music being played by a live orchestra. The sound they produced was exotic, played on instruments from the old countries. The dances were foreign to Jacob. Some vampyres danced in pairs, others in quartets, creating a spectacular twirling, whirling, kicking and skipping mass.

On the far side of the room under a blood red canopy trimmed with gold fringing sat the Emperor. Beneath the potted palms that flanked him stood naked guards, their muscular bodies still amidst the vitality of the party, their massive cocks on show for everyone to see. The Emperor himself seemed amused, watching his guests enjoy themselves while various individuals approached him and paid tribute, either by kissing his boots or the ruby ring on his finger.

Jacob lost sight of him though as they walked down the steps and into the ballroom."

~8900 words

Owning that whip was thrilling. Meeting her was even more so. The thought of using it during a dungeon party, with a pain slut who knew what she was doing? Absolutely over-the-edge.

A wild, wanton ride through the eyes of a Daddy Dom and his new acquaintance. Delicious -- lean into the pain. You will enjoy it.

"...Then, I pulled my hand back and smacked her hard.
    She didn't even flinch. "Thank you, Sir."
    I grabbed the whip, the braids so tight the handle felt smooth in my hand, and dragged the leather tail across her chest and down her back. I could see her quivering in anticipation, so I checked to make sure no one stood too close, drew back, and let the lash caress her skin. Despite the stiffness of a new whip, I liked the way it moved.
    "Thank you, Sir."
    Her need for pain and her submissive attitude made my jeans tighter than I liked. ..."

~4100 words

Daddy knows exactly how I like it. I know exactly how he likes it, too. I will do what it takes to please Daddy. He won't even be late for work.

Wicked and sinful, fast and dirty. A wonderful morning quickie.

"I like to feel his body and only see his arm wrapped around my body and my hand balled in his. I desire and adore his hands. Fierce, strong, and gentle, his hands feed, bathe, touch, tease, taunt, punish, poke, spank, tickle, surprise, arouse, and fuck me. Daddy’s hands are the provider of my pleasure and pain. He traces the side of my naked body with his hand..."

~1600 words

Editor's note: This story does conform to our submission guidelines. It is a story about roleplay. Expand your mind and enjoy.

It had been too, too long, and Stuart knew exactly how to be and what to say. Mimi wasn't sure until she saw him hefting those weights in her workout room. All her inhibitions flew as she realized she knew exactly what she wanted, at long last.

Hot and dirty and fast. Orgasmic fun.

"Mimi showed him the workout room. Stuart’s attention was briefly diverted—this room was incredible. An elliptical trainer, a rowing machine, and a weight bench were all there, including an area for stretching and yoga. He walked over to the weight bench and picked up one of the weights. “You know how to use these?” he asked.
    She laughed.  “Yes, I do.”
    “I don’t believe you. I think they’re just here for show,” he replied, hefting the weight, testing his bicep.  Mimi watched the muscles in his forearm tighten, and knew that she did want him. She let go of her apprehensions.
    She was suddenly behind him, reaching around to his belt. ..."

~1800 words