| Author: | Dixon Cox | ISBN: | 9781497703674 |
| Publisher: | Dirty Eros | Publication: | January 20, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Dixon Cox |
| ISBN: | 9781497703674 |
| Publisher: | Dirty Eros |
| Publication: | January 20, 2014 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
WARNING: 3600+ WORD HARDCORE EROTICA - ADULTS ONLY
What's a gay man to do when he's out of town with nothing better to do? Hook up with hot local men, of course! But this is a hook up with a difference: all the lights are off, and no talking is allowed. Unable to see, every little thing that goes bump in the night is a source of desire...
EXCERPT:
I heard a noise. It was the door creaking open slowly, as if whoever was coming in was trying to be as silent as possible. I looked towards the door, a chink of light falling on the floor in front of it. I could see the shidouette of a tall, thin man.
I barely had time to look before the door was closed, and I was cast back into pitch black. Before, a tiny crack of light had given the room a cast-over, gloomy darkness. As my eyes adjusted, I could see that a small chink of light was coming in from the bottom of the door.
This light soon went out, and I realized that he had put something there, maybe a towel from the faint noise I could hear, to block off all light. Now it was just the dim glow of the LED. I wondered if he would cover that, too.
WARNING: 3600+ WORD HARDCORE EROTICA - ADULTS ONLY
What's a gay man to do when he's out of town with nothing better to do? Hook up with hot local men, of course! But this is a hook up with a difference: all the lights are off, and no talking is allowed. Unable to see, every little thing that goes bump in the night is a source of desire...
EXCERPT:
I heard a noise. It was the door creaking open slowly, as if whoever was coming in was trying to be as silent as possible. I looked towards the door, a chink of light falling on the floor in front of it. I could see the shidouette of a tall, thin man.
I barely had time to look before the door was closed, and I was cast back into pitch black. Before, a tiny crack of light had given the room a cast-over, gloomy darkness. As my eyes adjusted, I could see that a small chink of light was coming in from the bottom of the door.
This light soon went out, and I realized that he had put something there, maybe a towel from the faint noise I could hear, to block off all light. Now it was just the dim glow of the LED. I wondered if he would cover that, too.
