This excerpt includes both a cautionary tale of being caught en flagrante and a stirring defense of getting fucked.Redeeming social value, indeed.

One may, in a case of exigency, introduce the reader in to a nuptial chamber, not into a virginal chamber. Verse would hardly venture it, prose must not.It is the interior of a flower that...

You’ll have to excuse my shock. When the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen tells me she’s a virgin… I think I’ve just hit the lottery…” – Jonathan di Luca

We tangle and merge. Love and let go. No one will ever know her like I do. I’ve touched every inch of skin. I’ve explored every part of her being. I love her shy when...

I was going to break from the inside out if he didn’t bend me into nameless shapes

When you look at me, tease my desire with a mere gaze, it shreds the edges of my soul…

You’re ruined, amore. Rovinata

Does he know you’re with me? Does he know about me? Does he know we fuck each other in our dreams every night? ~ Ripp Collins

I believe that is what they call an erection. ~ Double Teamed

Barbara had really missed her calling. She should have been a gynecologist. Nothing pleased her more than having her face between another woman’s legs.

I had a dream about you. We were two lovers disguised as librarians. We met in the non-fiction section, and that’s the truth. Or at least that’s what we told your parents. They didn’t need...

…apparently “London” gave out my address! that’s what they’re saying…not just London, though! Brazzaville, too!…and said that I’m a dirty pornographer…a letch besides being the most despicable traitor of the century!…I’d make a urinal blush!...

One might—if one were, say, a gay sex writer—make a case that there’s still a vibrant role for queer dirty words. While highly commodified mass-market DVD porn and its kinkier “specialty” cousins shows how sex...