| Author: | Zoe Perdita | ISBN: | 1230000015160 |
| Publisher: | Eccentric Erotica | Publication: | September 2, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Zoe Perdita |
| ISBN: | 1230000015160 |
| Publisher: | Eccentric Erotica |
| Publication: | September 2, 2012 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
While Martin dreams of landing the lead role in the up coming ballet production, he doesn’t stand a chance next to the gorgeous and talented Pasha. During a private practice session the two men strive for dominance not only over the ballet, but also over each other, and learn how dirty dancing can get. But is it just a fling or will it lead to something stronger?
This 3,000 word story contains graphic and rough male/male sex.
Excerpt:
“We can practice the dance, if you want?” Pasha said when Martin finished with the bar. The other man was already performing random relevé’s around the room.
Martin felt the heat rise to his cheeks. His own body was shorter and more compact than the Russian, who stood at least three inches taller and had a lean muscular frame. Martin had the muscle to dance, and was more than strong enough to presage any of the female dancers several times during their performances, but his plain brown hair and eyes didn’t give him the same good looking prestige Pasha had.
“Are you going to dance the lady’s part?” Martin asked as he lifted his leg into an arabesque.
Pasha chuckled, his green eyes glittering under the lights. “If you wish. Can you lift me?”
Martin’s cheeks burned, and he glared at the other man. “Why couldn’t I?”
“I didn’t say you couldn’t, I only asked if you could,” Pasha said and stepped close to him. The taller man smelled of sweat and soap. “Try the lift on me here.”
Martin positioned himself behind Pasha and dug his fingers into the slender waist. The muscles under the flesh were firmer and flatter than that of the female dancers, and the feeling of Pasha’s slick skin combined with his manly scent made Martin’s body tingle.
Bracing his feet on the floor, he lifted with all his strength. Pasha held still, stiff in his hands, but the weight was more than that of the petite women. After only a moment, Martin’s arms wobbled and his legs buckled beneath him. Then, Pasha’s skin slipped out of his hands and they both tumbled onto the floor.
“Are you injured?” Pasha asked urgently, touching Martin’s legs and arms in search of some kind of trauma.
Martin shook out his arms and glared at the other man. “No. I’m fine.”
Pasha nodded, the look of concern giving way to a smile. “I’m heavier than I look.”
Martin wanted to scowl and cross his arms, but Pasha was sitting so close to him, the other man’s hardness pressed into his thigh, that his mind wasn’t working correctly. Then it hit him. Pasha had an erection and it was pressed into his thigh.
While Martin dreams of landing the lead role in the up coming ballet production, he doesn’t stand a chance next to the gorgeous and talented Pasha. During a private practice session the two men strive for dominance not only over the ballet, but also over each other, and learn how dirty dancing can get. But is it just a fling or will it lead to something stronger?
This 3,000 word story contains graphic and rough male/male sex.
Excerpt:
“We can practice the dance, if you want?” Pasha said when Martin finished with the bar. The other man was already performing random relevé’s around the room.
Martin felt the heat rise to his cheeks. His own body was shorter and more compact than the Russian, who stood at least three inches taller and had a lean muscular frame. Martin had the muscle to dance, and was more than strong enough to presage any of the female dancers several times during their performances, but his plain brown hair and eyes didn’t give him the same good looking prestige Pasha had.
“Are you going to dance the lady’s part?” Martin asked as he lifted his leg into an arabesque.
Pasha chuckled, his green eyes glittering under the lights. “If you wish. Can you lift me?”
Martin’s cheeks burned, and he glared at the other man. “Why couldn’t I?”
“I didn’t say you couldn’t, I only asked if you could,” Pasha said and stepped close to him. The taller man smelled of sweat and soap. “Try the lift on me here.”
Martin positioned himself behind Pasha and dug his fingers into the slender waist. The muscles under the flesh were firmer and flatter than that of the female dancers, and the feeling of Pasha’s slick skin combined with his manly scent made Martin’s body tingle.
Bracing his feet on the floor, he lifted with all his strength. Pasha held still, stiff in his hands, but the weight was more than that of the petite women. After only a moment, Martin’s arms wobbled and his legs buckled beneath him. Then, Pasha’s skin slipped out of his hands and they both tumbled onto the floor.
“Are you injured?” Pasha asked urgently, touching Martin’s legs and arms in search of some kind of trauma.
Martin shook out his arms and glared at the other man. “No. I’m fine.”
Pasha nodded, the look of concern giving way to a smile. “I’m heavier than I look.”
Martin wanted to scowl and cross his arms, but Pasha was sitting so close to him, the other man’s hardness pressed into his thigh, that his mind wasn’t working correctly. Then it hit him. Pasha had an erection and it was pressed into his thigh.
