Friday, December 26, 2025

Silver Rain

In bed with a lover asleep beside me, in my little bedsit. The window wide open, silver rain sweeping through the dark air of cool spring night. Calming, reassuring. Time passing in its lighter aspect, warm and evenly across memory and hopefulness. A sense of presence, like a flower blooming.

Pain at ease. If only there was something I could do about the sorrow. But never mind, this is almost respite. Calm silver rain. Calm silver rain. Through the fine dark air. Fine dark air. I can breathe. Feel my mind again steady in my vision. Rediscover the warmth of my nerves. I never felt so at peace. Like everything is okay.

Sometimes I wish I wasn’t addicted to stealing other girls’ boyfriends. But I am, and I’m thrilled about it all. It’s such a kick when they surrender. Like this guy; it took months of finessing to break him. And he’s such a sweet, sweet guy, and so perfectly beautiful, there’s a poignant sense of innocence manipulated and defrauded which of course adds a greater piquancy to the theft. Makes me nut like fuck.

I like him a lot. He has a great tranquillity at this core. His cock gently blossoms in my clammy hand into its glorious fleshly firmness. Hot and rubbery. Such an incredibly beautiful penis, so enthralling in its erect nobility. Little wonder it feels so good in my hand, malleable and responsive, standing so desperately hard in testament to his desire for me. I take his firm erection into my mouth and softly and slowly suck his warm, excited flesh. I relish the exuberance of his appreciation for the pleasure I’m giving him. Me. That I’m giving him. Though he knows I shouldn’t be.

I stole him from his girlfriend in secret. Delivered him from his pompous self-righteousness. I watch him in my power, his face tortured with pleasure, a spectacle of resplendence, a feast for my soul. I really believe he could be mine now. If I wanted. But I’ll probably just deliver him back to his girlfriend when I’m done.

I’ll be making him cum again a lot more before that though. Over the next few weeks when I can steal him again. I’ll probably get him to tell me how much hotter I am than his girlfriend, and how stupid she is. I like that, getting them to belittle their girlfriend while they’re too aroused to resist my guidance. I might have him eat me out as well, serve my pleasure while I insult her and cum all over his face. And I’ll definitely have to have him on the phone to his girlfriend while I’m riding him.

I suck him slowly, and hot and sensually, and selfishly and maliciously, the silver rain sweeping through the dark, cool night outside, calming and reassuring.

Rockin’ Beneath the Sheets

Airless sweaty fucking,
Mirror-glow-like
Peripheral gloom,
Attention on only you,
On only me,
On us only,
Our private cosmos of worshipped details,
Cheekbones, thighs, fingernails,
Toes, palms, ears,
Loci, scents, triggers.

Time lost in plain day,
Time lost in the dub in the reggae,
Time lost in melting flesh,
Warm breath
And the urge to rub
And rub
And rub...

Sunday, December 7, 2025

Book Recommendation: Queer Art: From Canvas to Club, and the Spaces Between by Gemma Rolls-Bentley


This is just such a fabulous, fabulous book.

In the bookshop, I dithered whether to get it. Wasn't sure I could indulge myself at the time, as I was getting another book too. But, to be frank, the cover wouldn't let me go, just such an achingly beautiful picture, and I decided I simply had to have it. And what a fantastic decision that was. This book is actually not merely an indulgence, although I believe it can rightly be experienced as that, but it's so much more as well: it's essential.

It's an absolutely essential book. I think Sir Isaac Julien, RA, puts it perfectly in the Foreword:

'Queer Art is a testament to the profound impact of art and culture and the resilience of the human spirit... This book is not just for the LGBTQIA+ community; it is for anyone who believes in the power of art to transcend boundaries, foster empathy, and ignite change. As you embark on this journey through Queer Art, may you be inspired, challenged, and moved.'

I’m reading it pretty slowly, sort of dipping in and out really, and enjoying absorbing the examples of the incredible works of art as I go. It’s so informative and eloquent, and covers a range of themes and topics, as a glance at the contents page shows - 

ACT I: QUEER SPACES
Home
Club
Outside

ACT II: QUEER BODIES
Self
Intimacy
Survival

ACT III: QUEER POWER
Visibility
Activism
Love
Queertopia

I cannot commend it highly enough. A very powerful and very beautiful book.


Thank You, Doctor

There had been changes of personnel at my GP’s surgery, including my old doctor retiring, and when I got assigned to a new doctor, my annual medical review was suddenly particularly thorough. He wanted to know how I was doing physically, mentally, emotionally, and sexually. At one point I was sat there beside his desk with my trousers open and boxers down to reveal my flaccid penis. He thoughtfully rubbed his hands together to warm them and then felt my balls and my cock. My cock jumped a little at his touch.

“I’m going to need to observe the erectile function,” he said casually as he added to his notes on the computer. “What sort of things do you find arousing?”

“I quite enjoyed it when you felt me just then,” I told him. “If that helps.”

“Okay, well, that’s nice and easy. Let me try that.” And he reached over again and began rubbing my balls and massaging my cock.

My cock quickly swelled and I was soon full and firm in his hand.

“Oh yes, that a nice big juicy erection, isn’t it,” he observed. “Let’s keep it going.”

I was breathing erratically and gasping all the while he continued giving my length slow but emphatic strokes. After a couple of minutes he gently smoothed his fist a few times over the bulbous head of my cock, smearing droplets of leaking precum over the engorged smoothness as he did so. I grunted and shuddered with pleasure.

“Shall we see how it ejaculates?” he suggested.

“Yes please, doctor.”

I was so incredibly aroused and my cock was absolutely rock hard in his fist as he briskly brought me to orgasm. I couldn’t help groaning freely as I released four huge spurts of cum that leapt up in arcs into the air and splashed down across my trousers and all over his hand. He smiled at me as further little streams of jizz dribbled down my erection and over his hand as well.

After a moment he got up and went over to the sink and washed his hands. I let out a moan as I pulled up my boxers and trousers.

As he returned to his chair, he gave me some paper towels to clean up. “So that seems fine,” he said as I began wiping the cum off my trousers. “I do wonder, though, whether you oughtn’t to be able to last a little longer.”

“But doctor,” I protested, “that was so fucking horny.”

He smiled and nodded. “Well, I think we could still do with monitoring things. For a while at least. Let’s see if we can’t build up that stamina a little, shall we? I’d like you to come in for a check-up every two weeks. Would that be okay?”

“That’d be great… I mean fine, doctor. That’ll be fine. Thank you, doctor.”