Showing posts with label erotic literature. Show all posts
Showing posts with label erotic literature. Show all posts

Monday, August 13, 2012

Fifty Shades & A Whip

Porn lit. Erotic chick lit. Soft porn on paperback. Call it what you will. At least they're reading and getting some epinephrine high.

Here's a taste of the bestselling novel "Fifty Shades of Gray." Don't bite your tongue, yet!

“Before I know it, he’s got both of my hands in his viselike grip above my head, and he’s pinning me to the wall using his lips … His other hand grabs my hair and yanks down, bringing my face up, and his lips are on mine … My tongue tentatively strokes his and joins his in a slow, erotic dance … His erection is against my belly. (Page 78)" (Daily Beast)

 

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Hot & Sticky: William Levy

Yes, they do drop by once in while. So you grab and grapple and never ever let go. Here's one eye candy that's sticky, sweet and Cuban hot.

He's coming to your small screen via Dancing With the Stars. Not a telenovela. More gyrations and hotness, surely?




He who shall be named "William Levy."

Oh, of course, more pictures to follow! In descending order of decency!



Here's less cotton and more package.



Much more flesh, coming up!





Hey, I want to talk to you. In. My. Office. NOW!



Hey, c'mere. Can you look at this?

Question: Is this too, ya know.... Take a closer look. You think?

Fondo william levy hot boy man chico para celular

More? More?

Here are the not so safe for work (NSFW) photos, thanks Pinoy Urge and Naked Supermen

Saturday, October 1, 2011

My Cousin Luke....

There are stories that can often feel too personal to share. We remember them but we keep them closed off, deep in the bowels of memories. But they linger, the emotions fester at the edge. Knocking at your wakefulness, asking to be granted freedom. Asking for leave to sing their tales.


I remember him.

Lukas Black from GND

Thursday, June 2, 2011

3. Smile

(To the boy who craved for chocolate, but got an afternoon delight ;-)


I see him watching the pudding on my plate.

I approach.

I ask if he wanted to share.

He smiles and nods a little shyness into the air. 


He gestures to the seat.

I sit, at ease.

I hook a swirl of icing with my index. 


Then dip my tongue on the morsel. 


I offer the same wet morsel.

He smiles a different smile.