I will be reading my erotica at Leather, Lace & Lust tomorrow night, alongside such amazing authors as M. Christian, Molly Weatherfield, Blake C Aarens, Suz DeMello, Jean Marie Stine, and Mistress Lorelei Powers. Doors open at 630, event begins at 730, at The Center for Sex and Culture 1349 Mission St, San Francisco. Entry $10, tickets here.
I plan to read from my story, “A Large Full Meal”, which was printed in Cruising for Bad Boys and Salacious Magazine. It is an intense filthy ride between two trans fag tops, featuring knife play, fisting and rough body play. Here is a taste:
Knives get to me like nothing else. I’m one of those tops that likes to start with a knife and a wall, and go from there. To trap my prey, cornering him, until the wall is at his back and he is stuck facing my bulk and my knife. Because knives get me hard, instantly. There is this electric metal taste that seeps into my mouth, as adrenaline starts pumping in tune to the movements of the knife in my hand. We play that adrenaline together, and I find myself soaking up the steely scent of it, sliding my tongue along skin to taste it.
So it is not surprising that he got to me, and I came face to face with the fiercest animal need I have ever experienced.
A few months earlier, I had caught his eye at a sex club, but we both were busy at the time. I grinned when I saw him in the hallway at the queer conference. He was giving an impromptu lesson on cruising gay men to a couple of eager young trans fags.
“It’s all about the body language,” he explained. “See, in gay men’s community, touch is a primary mode of communication. Say I think that guy is cute.”
He raised his brows at me as I was walking slowly past him. I turned slightly to catch his eye and cocked my head, pausing, eyeing his ass.
“So I’d body up to him from behind, see?”
And he did, slowly. I could feel his breath on my skin.
“And then I’d wait,” he said.
I moved back slightly, completing the contact. He wrapped his arms around my waist, settling in behind me, resting his chin on my shoulder. Even from behind, I could tell his bulk was mostly muscle.
“See how I waited for him to complete the contact before I wrapped my arms around him? It’s all about the subtle signals. Now I bet, if I trailed my hand along his arm, and tilted my head, he’d follow me. We wouldn’t need to say a word.”
He was right. I followed him. Into the single stall all gender bathroom, and locked the door.
Hope to see you at the reading tomorrow!
Kink Praxis 