Indecent Exposures E-Book

• Herausgeber: Bruno Gmünder Verlag
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 303

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2013

Beschreibung

Caught in the Act! The thrill of getting caught is a major turn-on. Which is why getting frisky in a forbidden place-outside of one's comfort zone and away from the comforter-can be some of the hottest sex of all. Compiled by former Men magazine editor Winston Gieseke, Indecent Exposures is a tantalizing anthology of erotic tales in which sexually charged couples, casual hookups, and nameless strangers get their rocks off by taking a walk on the wild side.

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INTRODUCTION: RISKY BUSINESS

No matter what bolt of cloth you’re cut from sexually, the thrill of getting caught can be wickedly arousing. Which is why getting frisky in a forbidden place—outside of one’s comfort zone and often away from the comforter—can be some of the hottest sex of all, whether you’re giving someone a quick grope in a bar or going the whole naughty nine yards in a rest stop bathroom.

Here we present a tantalizing collection of erotic tales in which horned-up couples, casual hookups, and nameless strangers get their rocks off by taking a walk on the wild side. It’s an eclectic mix of sexually charged stories that show how being bad in a variety of ways can feel really good for a multitude of reasons.

While a healthy dose of exhibitionism induces a massive adrenaline rush in some people, for others it’s an anticipation of the unexpected that gets their juices flowing. According to a study published in The Journal of Neuroscience, the pleasure-seeking parts of our brain are more turned on by unpredictable treats than by expected ones. Which is why an already hot encounter with a swarthy cab driver can turn scorching when a sexy stranger happens upon the action and invites himself to join in. Such is the case in “Taxicab Confession.”

And then there’s the college senior who fantasizes about seducing his hot professor only to find the tables turned in a brazen tryst. Or the horned up businessman who puts on a gooey show from his second floor “pool view” window. There’s also an inexperienced American on a high-speed train through Europe who finds himself playing “spin the Carlos” with two locals eager to break him in.

You can look to these stories for inspiration—as the couple in “Landmark Photography” does when one of them discovers that his great grandfather, an amateur photographer, had spent decades capturing horny men getting it on in public—or you can simply sit back and enjoy the antics of others from a safe enough distance. Because, as the protagonist in “No Parking” knows all too well, going at it in a well-lit parking lot can be fierce, but it can also bring out the fuzz.

Of course, we’re not suggesting that all risky business happens in public or that every indecent exposure carries the threat of arrest. For some—like Anton in “Standard Issue,” who finds himself on a date with someone he’s falling hard for but risks it all by sneaking off to the bathroom between cocktails to fuck another hottie who makes eyes at him from across the room—the most dangerous trysts are those with emotional repercussions. Just ask Matt, who, while spending “Four Days in the Exurbs” as a guest of his former college roommate and his live-in girlfriend, discovers that his unrequited lust for the strapping straight guy isn’t one-sided.

Yes, indecent exposures come in all shapes and sizes, running the gamut from gritty (sucking off an impressively endowed Turkish gas station attendant in a dimly lit alley) to abstract (finding oneself in a public dalliance that masquerades as art). There’s even a big-time marketing exec who enjoys furtively jacking off during meetings and then hooks up with a subordinate and decides to take his “business” public.

We hope you enjoy these tales of libidinous adventurers who crank up the excitement factor by raising the stakes. There’s no need to “get a room”—just make sure you leave yourself a free hand.

Risky business is hot business!

Winston Gieseke, Berlin

ROOM WITH A POOL VIEW

Adam L. Stuart

The gaudy hotel room curtain nearly knocks the lit joint from my lips when I finally find and yank the cord to open it in search of a window to crack. It’s instantly apparent that although the first floor “pool access” rooms—like the one I was promised when I made my reservation—have sliding glass doors, the second floor “pool view” rooms—which I ended up getting due to an “unfortunate overbooking”—have sealed glass that don’t allow guests to enjoy the warm evening breeze here in beautiful downtown Burbank, California.

Fuck … I hope they weren’t bullshitting me when they promised to move me to the first ground level room that becomes available during my weekend stay. If this business trip hadn’t been so last minute I probably would have made a bigger stink, but at this point I consider myself lucky to have a pool at all, let alone a view of it.

Slowly I inhale a long toke while recalling the break-of-dawn call from my boss saying I would need to fill in for him at this sales convention in the morning. I was already in a piss-poor mood thanks to another sexless night with Mike, who had been too trashed the night before to suck my dick, let alone take off his jeans before crashing. Fast forward to me waking today and pointing out the morning tent my cock was making in the sheets—which he responded to by turning on his side and promptly going back to sleep.

Halfway through an attempt to snap one off on my own, my boss’ ringtone sounded. I now had to scramble to pack, book a room, and drive my not-so-happy ass south for six hours on the 5 freeway. The entire way, all I could think about was Mike and how I need to trade him in for a newer model. Preferably one with a sexual appetite that matches my own—i.e., someone who wants to fuck morning, noon, and night.

I’m now in my hotel room taking another hit and staring longingly down at the pool. How am I going to release some tension tonight? I wonder. The answer is easy: First, smoke a joint. Second, take a swim. Third, find someone to fuck.

As if the universe is conspiring in my favor, out of the sliding glass doors of the pool access room directly below mine walks the type of man I could see myself fucking morning, noon, and definitely tonight. His skin is SoCal bronzed, his body is 24-Hour-Fitness conditioned and his mussed brown hair and the manicured scruff on his angular face is celebrity rock star. As he rounds the pool, his back still towards me, I quickly turn one of the two cushioned chairs by the window around so it faces the pool and sit down, ready to enjoy the view. The small white hotel towel wrapped around his waist barely covers him and I can’t wait to see what’s underneath.