of sweat to the skin of his crotch, the ooze of clear lube from the slit of his cock – well enough to be sure that he’s reached the Zone, that he’s no longer conscious of anything
but the need to orgasm. That’s when I stop, lifting my open lips
from his cock, washing its crown only in my hot wet breath. It twitches
with frustration. ‛Not bad,’ says Trent softly. ‛Want something to compare it to?’
Mike swears, helplessly. Then as I stick out my tongue and explore the slit of his glans very delicately he lets his head fall back against the back of the sofa and shuts his eyes. It’s hard to tell whether he’s refusing to respond to the offer or incapable of doing so; either way, Trent takes it for assent.
Plot:
Non-supernatural.
Danielle, who is a bit counterculture, has a naive and very
straight boyfriend called Mike but lives with a gay flatmate, Trent,
who's an artist. Dani loves to watch two guys getting it
together. She conspires with Trent to draw Mike into a guy-on-guy
situation so she can watch her friend "fuck my big straight
boyfriend."Sexual Themes: M/M, voyeurism, body-art and piercings
Notes: There
was a time when Black Lace got all scared about printing m/m. It didn't
last long, but I wanted to exorcise the bad taste that episode had
left in my mouth, so I decided to write a story that's basically about
blokes and how hot they are together. Danielle, despite taking part in
the threesome, is there
primarily as an observer - and to tick the box that says "erotica
for women" in what is otherwise a gay story. I made it very explicit
(in fact I undoubtedly over-egged it) that she likes watching sex, she
likes watching men, and she likes watching gay men together: all things
that certain sections of society struggle to wrap their heads around
when it comes to women. It's slowly breaking on the public
consciousness that lots of women like porn just like men do (we
don't need a dressing of romance and we don't need to project ourselves
as the woman in the scene) ... but it's a long hard slog. So please
forgive me if I'm a bit didactic in this story.Artists referenced: Michelangelo, Piranesi, Vesalius
I had to do some online research to get the details of Trent's genital piercings correct. I adore tattoos on both men and women, though I've only got one of my own (it's on the small of my back, a position I was amused to find out is labelled the "tramp stamp"). There's absolutely nothing better than tribal tattoos on smooth skin and taut muscle. I'm not really that excited by piercings, although they certainly can look great on some people. I don't even have pierced ears! But in this case they just seemed essential for Trent.
The flashback scene to the wedding reception in a "northern castle" is set in Durham, UK.
The Black Lace editor said: "I loved the female narrator. You do positively evil minxes so well." And I thought I was a good girl!
