Showing posts with label erotic. Show all posts
Showing posts with label erotic. Show all posts

Sunday, 11 October 2020

Loving Winter

 


Loving Winter

 

After two months together Winter had rung me at work, for the first time, and told me I had to be at hers at exactly seven o'clock. When I asked why she had just whispered don't be late, before hanging up the phone.

Now, as I stood outside her building, with my heart pounding nervously in my chest I began to fear the worst and assumed she wanted to tell me it was over. Lifting my hand I noticed how badly it was shaking, and I pressed the buzzer for her apartment.

“Yes?”

“Hi, babe, it's me,” I replied.

“Come on up, my front door's unlocked so just let yourself in.”

With that, the door buzzed, and I quickly pushed it open, before it locked itself again. Slowly making my way up to her flat the sense of foreboding tearing through my body was making my heart pound even more, and my nervous shakes get worse.

Once outside her door I took a deep breath, reached for the handle, and slowly pushed the door open.

“In here, babe,” Winter called, from what I assumed was her bedroom.

Bracing myself I pushed the door open and froze, as my eyes fell on the most beautiful sight I had ever seen.

Kneeling on the bed, her body wrapped in a red silk gown, was Winter, with a nervous smile on her lips.

“Hello, babe,” she whispered.” Are you coming in, or are you just going to stand there, looking dumbstruck?”

Snapping back to reality I stepped forward, and slowly began to make my way over to her.

“Stop there, babe, there's something I have to show you before you come any closer.”

Before I could reply Winter put one arm across her body and took hold of the silk sash holding her gown closed. Pulling the sash slowly she removed it completely and dropped it to the floor, her arm still making sure her body was hidden beneath the material.

“Before I move my hand I need to know one thing,” Winter whispered, her voice cracking nervously.

“What's that, babe?”

“I need to know just how much I mean to you.”

“Babe, I would marry you today. I love you more than I have ever loved any woman.”

“In that case...”

Winter left the sentence hanging and slowly let the gown slip from her shoulders to reveal her, almost naked, body to me for the first time.

 With her hands on her waist and a nervous smile on her lips, Winter knelt there wearing nothing, but a red satin bra and panties set. As I stared, and felt the swelling growing rapidly in my trousers, I felt like the luckiest man on the planet. Stepping towards her my eyes travelled up and down every inch of her perfect figure, yet they were continually drawn to the exquisite ink work to the left of her belly button.

Once close enough I reached forward, half expecting Winter to flinch and pull away, but she did not. Instead, she reached forward, took my hand and placed it on the curves of her gorgeous hips and l gently guided my hand up her soft body, only releasing my fingers when she had placed them on the swell of her gorgeous breasts.

Lightly running my hand over the satin, which was keeping her breasts hidden from my view, I felt her nipples stiffen instantly and, as I stared into her eyes, I slipped my hand inside her bra and released her breasts.

Lowering my head I flicked my tongue over each nipple in turn and, as I did, I allowed my hand to travel down over her stomach, pausing when I felt the soft material hiding her sex.

Slowly I began to run my hand a little further down until I could feel her wetness through the material, Winter placed her hand on mine. Pressing my fingers against her for a few seconds Winter bought my hand back up the whole length of her body, before taking my fingers and placing them against my lips, letting my taste her hidden juices.

Sucking my fingers dry I placed my lips against hers, kissed her passionately, and reached down again. This time I slipped my hand further into her soft panties and ran my fingers along her moist, slightly open, lips. Winter moaned softly as I eased my middle finger just into her wetness and ran my finger lightly over her swollen bud.

“OH fuck that feels so good, babe,” Winter gasped, her breathing increasing rapidly. “I need to feel your tongue deep inside my wet pussy.”

Pulling my hand from her panties I lay on my back and eased myself up until my head was between her thighs, staring up at the growing wetness on her panties. Bringing one hand up I pulled the soft, damp, material to the side and exposed her glistening pussy, and flicked my tongue lightly over her opening.

As soon as my tongue touched Winter's wetness I heard her gasp loudly and began to lick along the full length of her opening before parting her lips fully and sucking on her swollen bud. As my mouth and tongue continued to suck, lick, and kiss every millimetre of her increasing wetness I felt her hand start to massage my cock through my trousers before I felt my zipper being lowered slowly.

As Winter released my throbbing cock from the confines of my trousers, and boxer shorts, she wrapped her fingers around my hard shaft causing a small moan to escape my lips, into her pussy.

“Beautiful cock, babe,” she whispered, before starting to stroke me slowly.

As her hand moved up and down the full length of my shaft I felt Winter shift her body on top of me, just before I felt her warm breath on the swollen head of my cock. Flicking her tongue along the slit at the end of my cock and tasting the pre-cum which had seeped out Winter opened her mouth, took the full length of my shaft to the back of her throat, and began to suck me, one hand massaging my balls as she did.

For the next fuck knows how long the two of us continued to kiss, lick, and suck each other, Winter coming a handful of times while I had to stop myself, more than once, from doing the same. Eventually though, after yet another shuddering orgasm Winter gently pulled her lips from around my cock.

“I can't take this anymore, I need to feel your thick cock deep inside my pussy,” she gasped, before climbing carefully off me but staying on her hands and knees.

Moving behind her I slipped her soaking wet, satin, panties down over her beautiful ass, and ran my hands over her curves. Taking hold of my cock I moved between her legs, placed one hand on the small of her back, and guided my cock towards her wet pussy. At first, I ran the thick, swollen, head of my cock along Winter's opening, and teased her for just a little longer before finally pushing forward.

Unsurprisingly my cock slid straight in her pussy and, once I was as deep inside her as possible, I gripped her hips and began to slowly thrust back and forth, Winter gasping loudly every time my cock went fully inside her.

For the rest of the night Winter and I made love in every position imaginable and, with each new position, I found myself coming repeatedly. Eventually though, just as the first light of the new day entered Winter's bedroom, I finally collapsed on the bed next to her.

I had never been to bed with a woman who wanted to make love so much or made me come as many times as Winter did that night and I knew, as I slipped my arm under her and pulled her close, I had finally found my perfect woman.

Turning to face her I was about to kiss her softly on the lips when I noticed a single tear in the corner of one of her eyes.

“What's the matter, babe?” I asked, concerned.

“N-n-nothing,” she stammered in reply.

“Come on, Winter. You can tell me anything.” I replied lifting myself on to one elbow.

For a minute or two Winter did not respond she just lay there, in my arms, sobbing gently.

“I'm so scared,” she finally managed to whisper through her sobs.

“Scared of what, baby,” I replied, pulling her as close to me as possible.

Instead of replying Winter rolled on to her side, turning her back on me, and continued to sob.

“I haven't hurt you, have I?”

“Not yet,” Winter's body continued to shake as the tears flowed freely. “but you will do.”

“What do you mean?”

“I knew I should have made you wait longer,” she sobbed. “It's just I wanted, needed, you so much I let my heart rule my head.”

“I don't understand. I thought everything was perfect.”

“It was, and the night we've just had has been the best night ever.” Rolling back over, to face me, Winter pulled the bedding up to her chin. “It's just ever since the first time, it's always ended the same. No sooner have I let my guard down, and given myself to someone, they've disappeared from my life completely.”

“I thought you knew me better than that.”

“I want to, but I guess it's just how things are meant to be,” Winter said. “I'm good enough to fuck, just not good enough to be seen in public with.”

“I'd take you anywhere,” I replied.

“I want to believe you, I do, but I've heard it all before.” As tears rolled down her cheeks Winter wrapped the duvet around her and eased off the bed. “I think you'd better go.”

“And leave you in this state. No way!”

“Just get out!”

As she screamed out the three words she stormed into the bathroom and locked the door, leaving me sitting there, totally naked, in a state of complete shock and determined to prove her wrong.

Easing myself off the bed I made my way across the bedroom, to the door Winter had disappeared behind and tapped lightly on the wood.

“Please, babe, tell me what's wrong.”

“I've asked you to go,” Winter replied, still sobbing. “Please do as I ask.”

Still no wiser as to what the problem was I looked around for my clothes and got dressed.

“I wish you'd tell what the problem is, Winter.” I called through the door, once I was dressed. “You've got my number call me when you're ready to tell me.”

Walking out of the bedroom I paused, as I saw Winter's keys on the side. I'll show her I thought to myself as I picked them up, dropped them into my pocket, and quietly slipped out of Winter's apartment. Hurriedly I made my way into the town and withdrew a couple of hundred pounds from the bank.

A couple of hours later I let myself back into Winter's flat and found her curled up on the sofa, her face still streaked with tears. Creeping up behind her I reached around and held the biggest bouquet I had ever bought out in front of her. Before she had a chance to say anything I stepped in front of her, with the champagne and large box of chocolates I had also purchased and dropped to my knees in front of her.

“Now will you talk to me, baby?”

“I thought I told you to leave,” Winter snapped, her face streaked with make-up.

“I did,” I replied. “But I've also returned, bearing gifts, for the most beautiful woman in the world.”

“Stop it. I'm not beautiful, just look at me.”

“No, Winter, you stop it.”

“I'm sorry but I'm just not buying what you're saying. I've heard it too many times before.”

“Those jerks in your past might've been after only one thing and, in a way, I guess I am as well.”

“I knew it,” Winter replied, pulling her head back.

“Babe, you don't know it,” I replied. “Whereas they probably only wanted a quick fuck, and to tick fucking a BBW off their to-do list, I want to be happy, and everything about you makes me happy. I want you to be the last thing I see before I go to sleep, and the first I see when I wake up.” I said, as I slipped my hand into my trouser pocket.

With that, I knelt back on the carpet in front of her and held out the box I'd removed from my trousers.

“So what do you say? Will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?”

Wednesday, 5 February 2014

OUT NOW: The Girl in the Red Bikini




          SYNOPSIS
Michael is just a regular guy, living a regular life. Having not long moved in to a new neighbourhood, he is yet to meet any of his new neighbors and the first one he comes across is the most beautiful woman he has ever seen.
As he begins to watch her sunbathing in her back yard wearing nothing but a tiny red bikini, Michael starts to develop strong feelings for her. However he discovers completely by accident, his new neighbor isn't just any woman, she is a transsexual woman. Michael suddenly finds himself caught in a predicament.
On the one hand he finds himself falling for her more and more, but as he considered himself to be one hundred percent straight, the fact she wasn't one hundred percent genetic female leads him to question whether or not he can conquer his fear of the unknown. With the help of Jazz’s friends, Michael embarks on a relationship which teaches him Jazz is what he truly wants, no longer caring she’s a transsexual.

 Overcoming his fear of the unknown, Michael journeys through self-discovery, pushing boundaries, and ultimately finding true love.

EXCERPT

      The first time I saw her, she was lying in the back garden next door wearing the smallest pair of red bikini panties I had ever seen. The only reason I even looked out of my balcony window was because the sudden pounding music that appeared from out of the blue. It shocked me, but as soon as my eyes saw her, I couldn't move away from the window.
      From my vantage point in the bedroom, she looked perfect. She had long black hair, her body slim and slightly tanned. There was a tattoo across the bottom of her back and another on her ankle. Although her entire body was perfect, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her ass. It was even more perfect, if that was at all possible. It looked firm, shaped beautifully, and her cheeks poked out slightly at the edges. The skin there looked a fraction lighter than the rest of her, which led me to believe she had never sunbathed completely naked.
      The figure of beauty lying no more than a hundred feet away from me caused my cock to stiffen rapidly. Being alone and knowing no one could see me, I released it from the confines of my shorts. It had been so long since I had seen a woman who looked even as half as good as she did, let alone made love to one, so I stayed exactly where I was. My cock was beginning to ache, but I just stood there and stared at the vision before me. After watching for a few more minutes, my cock throbbing like never before, I wrapped my fingers around my hard shaft and began to stroke myself slowly. 

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Tuesday, 29 January 2013

Tantalizing Tuesday Teaser: Four Months


Tantalizing Tuesday is here once again and this week I am bring you something which I hope you will find very romantic as well as very erotic.

As always the link to all the other wonderful teasers taking part this week follows my post so sit back, enjoy and let me know what you think.




Four Months

Four months after Chase and I had first got together I was going to let him, finally, make love to me. He was my first gay lover and during our time together Chase had led me slowly, understanding my fears, from our first kiss to my first time masturbating another man's cock to my first oral. Now though I wanted him to take me over the final, hardest, step and tonight was that night.
Although scared as I lay naked face down on the sofa, gripping the cushion of the arm-rest, I braced myself for when his hardness finally slipped inside me. Feeling more sexually excited, not to mention harder, than in the previous twenty-five years of my life I sighed in anticipation as I felt Chase's warm breath on the back of my neck, his knees gently easing my legs apart and his thick hard cock sliding along the crack of my ass,.
Then after kissing me lightly on the shoulder and telling me to relax, promising to be gentle, Chase lifted my hips and for the first time I felt the swollen head of his thick, hard, cock against the tightness of my virgin hole.


JSMorbius2013

http://tantalizingtuesday.blogspot.co.uk/2013/01/29-january-2013.html

Thursday, 22 November 2012

Transsexual Thursday 22nd November 2012

Greetings all and welcome to yet another instalment of Transsexual Thursday where I continue to bring you the beauty of transsexuals to your attention as I continue my quest to help transsexuals gain the same respect, acceptance and equality as everybody else.



So less of the chit-chat and more proof that transsexuals are indeed beautiful human beings





















Sunday, 19 August 2012

Promo and Interview with: Dianne Hartsock


Greetings all once again and for the second time today I am bringing you another author promo, with an insightful interview, this time with the amazingly talented Dianne Hartsock.

First of all I would just like to say welcome to The Crypt and thank you for stopping by today.

Thank you so much for having me over, Julez. *gazes around* What a beautiful and interesting website you have! I need to spend more time here.

Why don’t you introduce yourself to my Creatures of the Night and tell us a little about yourself.

*waves* Hi. I’m Dianne Hartsock and I write in that delicious genre, m/m erotic romance. I’m also a wife and mom and a full time floral designer. Life keeps me busy!

When did you first begin to write? Was there a specific moment or did something happen to make you think ‘I could be a writer’?

I used to tell my younger brothers and little sister bed time stories. Then in first grade the very first story I wrote out was pinned on the wall for everyone to read. That did it, I was hooked!

What are you currently working on? Would you mind giving the readers a quick synopsis in 100 words or less?

I’m working through edits for my m/m paranormal romance ‘Philip’s Watcher’ due out from Etopia Press on September 7th.

Adrian has pledged his life to guard the Agenor Family’s young heir, Philip. He’s giving up his humanity to stand guard on the castle walls in the guise of a gargoyle against the growing darkness in the world.

When Philip’s father is betrayed and murdered, Adrian resumes his human form to protect the new clan chief. Philip has grown into a strong, lonely young man. As lovers, they fight against the darkness, but will their strength be enough to stem the dark tide sweeping the land?

Where do you draw your inspiration for your stories, characters and settings?

I’d have to say it’s from everything. Music, bits of conversation, a sunset, an image. The list is endless.

Is there one particular genre you prefer writing in and is there a genre you would never attempt and if so why?

That’s a tough question! At the moment I’m thoroughly enjoying writing m/m romance. It will probably always be my first love. But I’ve also written a paranormal thriller and several short scifi pieces. As long as I can delve into and bring out my characters’ emotions, I’m happy writing it.

I think the only genres I’d never attempt are true crime or biographies or non-fiction. I like to escape reality when I write.

If you weren’t a writer/ couldn’t write anymore what would you do?

I’d paint. In oils. These last couple of years I’ve had a growing desire to create something on canvas. Don’t even know what it would be! But between work and writing, I just don’t have the time to explore this avenue. Maybe I’ll make that my New Years Resolution this January…

If you could become a member of the opposite sex for 24 hours what would be the first thing you would do?

*blushes* Okay, don’t laugh, but I’d go to a gay bar and dance with every pretty man there. I’ve done that in my younger days, but I don’t think that’s quite the same, do you? That little zing of possibility was missing.

Which fantasy creature/being do you like the most?

Tolkien’s ‘high elves’. Beautiful and magical and romantic.

If you could be your favourite fantasy figure what would be the first thing you would do?

As a high elf I could visit Lothlorien and see the mallorn trees.

What scares you the most?

The thought that something bad might happen to my children. They’re both in college now so I have to let them go live their lives. But though the world is an amazing, beautiful place, it can also be dangerous.

Favourite film?

‘The Ghost and Mrs. Muir’ with Gene Tierney and Rex Harrison. I love the paranormal and romance and this has both.

Worst film you have ever seen?

Oh gosh, there’s been a lot that have bored me to tears. Longest two hours of my life. Please don’t make me look them up. I’d probably cry.

Favourite book?

Everything by Tolkien and Ray Bradbury

When you go shopping what is the one thing that you always HAVE to buy?

Coffee to keep me sane and nice to be around.

Going back to favourite film write an erotic scene featuring the main characters in 100 words or less.

Daniel watched her sleep, desires stirring in him he’d thought buried in the grave with his bones.

“Lucia.” He whispered her name, longing for her to wake, yet afraid. He was a damned ghost, after all. Would she even feel him, if he touched her? He knew she was lonely, had witnessed her empty nights and the times she’d cried herself to sleep. Could his heavy cock give her pleasure as it slid inside her?

Would she even be aware of him if he climbed into her bed right now? Perhaps not. Better to slip into her dreams were they could love without restrictions or restraint. He’d make sure she felt him then!

And finally, just for a light hearted end to the interview.
What words would you want etched on your tombstone ?

Mostly Harmless

Thank you for joining me today and I would like to wish you all the best in future endeavours.

Thanks again, Julez! It was a pleasure to be here. 

So my Creatures now we know a little more about Dianne why don't we take a look at some of her work



Nathaniel




Blurb:

From the moment Taden rescues Nathaniel from the Sutherlin soldiers’ torture, he finds himself caught in the gaze of the most beautiful eyes he’s ever seen; amazing eyes that hold him thrilled and confused. The Sutherlins are planning to invade the beautiful Tahon Valley, but as Taden secrets Nathaniel from their reach, he finds himself drawn to the young man. Not only does he feel the urge to protect him, but he feels an ache he hasn’t felt in many long years.

Nathaniel claims to be a traveler from a distant continent, saying he comes in peace. True or not, the youth has powers beyond anything Taden has seen—control over men and animals and the very weather. Taden falls hard for the strange traveler, protecting him not only from the Sutherlins but from his own mistrustful people, who don’t understand Nathaniel’s powers and accuse him of being a witch…


Excerpt:

Taden’s scalp prickled, a shiver running through him. He twirled, hand on his belt knife, and found Nathaniel standing inches from him. They were almost touching, and Taden watched, fascinated, as Nathaniel’s green eyes darkened under his stare. The heat from Nathaniel’s body wrapped around him, caressing him in that intimate moment.
“Miranda’s finally asleep,” Nathaniel told him shakily.
“That’s good. She appeared exhausted.” Taden didn’t ask who she was. At that moment, he didn’t care. He touched Nathaniel’s gold-flecked curls, as silken as he’d imagined them to be. Enthralled by the dimple at the corner of Nathaniel’s luscious mouth, he impulsively cupped his cheek, stroking the alluring hollow with a gentle finger. His pulses hammered at the contrast of pale skin and his own sun-darkened hand, picturing the exotic tangle of their bodies.
He slid an arm around Nathaniel’s waist as desire seared him. “Come with me,” he said huskily, aching to love Nathaniel as gently and tenderly as he could and drive the anxiety from his lovely eyes. Nathaniel lifted his shoulders but didn’t resist as Taden urged him into the trees.
Nathaniel remained silent as Taden spread the blankets on a fragrant carpet of pine needles. Taden gave him a close look. With a pang he realized that the young man stood passively, waiting for whatever Taden chose to do with him. As much as he hungered for him, Taden didn’t want Nathaniel like that, unresponsive. He reached for Nathaniel’s hand and pulled him down beside him on the blankets.
 “I would never hurt you,” he said as he leaned into Nathaniel’s body and slid his tongue over his full lips. He played with the laces of Nathaniel’s tunic, loosening them further. Fire licked through him as Nathaniel’s chest rose on a quick breath. Taden slipped two fingers inside the soft fabric to stroke the lean muscles of Nathaniel’s chest.
He nudged Nathaniel’s lips wider and groaned as the young man’s tongue darted into his own mouth, jolting him with lust. He caught the tongue with his lips, sucking, wanting to swallow Nathaniel whole.
Taden lingered over his kisses, slowly undoing the rest of the ties on Nathaniel’s tunic. He shifted on the blankets and thrilled at Nathaniel’s sigh as he bared his chest. Taden slid his tongue along Nathaniel’s chin with a fond murmur, savoring the saltiness of skin and the prickle of unshaven hair. He kissed the slim column of his throat and paused to suck gently on a vein pulsing in the heated skin.
He glanced lower and suddenly leaned on an elbow, his eyes ravaging the intoxicating sight of small nipples sitting like jewels on white skin. A single mole, innocent, utterly provocative, lay within kissing distance and drew his lips. Taden teased it with his tongue, smiling slyly when Nathaniel made a startled sound and gripped his shoulders.
Taden circled each hardening bud with his tongue, tenderly kissing the fading bruises. He slid a hand across Nathaniel’s abdomen and felt his muscles tighten. He slid a finger along the edge of Nathaniel’s pants, then moved his hand upward to brush his thumb over a sensitive nipple. Heat slammed through him as Nathaniel arched his back with a guttural cry. Unable to resist the temptation, Taden dropped his lips to the free bud, flicking it with his tongue, nibbling and nursing on it until Nathaniel was panting, a pleading note in the sound.
The tone changed suddenly to panic, and Taden jerked his head up in surprise, clashing with eyes wide with fear and arousal. He watched a trickle of sweat follow the curve of Nathaniel’s cheek. Surely the Nathaniel wasn’t afraid of him?
“I won’t hurt you,” Taden assured him again. Unexpectedly, Nathaniel gave him a tentative smile and touched Taden’s hair. The shy, heated glance undid him, and he had to fight the urge to strip Nathaniel then and there and thrust his arousal deep into the enticing body.
Taden dropped his head on Nathaniel’s chest. “Give me a moment,” he whispered hoarsely, concentrating on control. He wanted their joining to be perfect. It was hard when Nathaniel continued to thread his hands through his hair. With a growl, Taden straddled him, pinning the wandering hands over his head. “Careful, or I can’t promise to be gentle.”
Nathaniel’s eyes were hooded, and Taden watched, enchanted, as the tip of his pink tongue slid across pale lips. “Do anything you like,” Nathaniel invited.


Dianne Hartsock



Promo Sunday: Richard S. Charles


Welcome Creatures of the Night to The Crypt once again and today I am pleased, and honourred to bring you a promo featuring a very talented author from the UK.


Richard S. Charles Raines writes GLBT novels. As R.S. Charles, he pens stories where gay and straight characters intermingle in exotic mysteries 'with a liberal sprinkling of racy romance'. His alter-ego, Charles Raines, concentrates on m/m erotic romance.




“Palms Of  Persuasion.”           
R.S.Charles

In the aftermath of the raging storm, the intriguing community on the remote Caribbean island desperately struggles to regain some kind of normality. But what is ‘normal’ in paradise? Tragedy has dared to encroach, tarnishing the glitz and glamour of the treasured, tropical hideaway. For the affluent inhabitants, determined to jealously guard their privacy and anonymity, life now offers an uncertain and uncomfortable future. 
Secrets best left buried in the mists of time have been uncovered. Sleeping skeletons have been dragged out of closets. Rumour is rife. And scandal looks inevitable. Then, one step too far: a threat to expose the island to the world. Now everyone has something to lose. So everyone has a part to play. The idyllic isle must remain forever incognito. Whatever it takes.
As the palm trees whisper in the lazy breeze, unexpected European visitors become more than just a casual nuisance, unwittingly confronting the well-being of the exotic hideaway. Convenient and casual assignations challenge love and loyalty. Truth and trust give way to lies and betrayal. Seduction is a versatile weapon and blackmail is everyone’s friend. Once again, the island is helplessly drawn into an erotic web of mystery and suspense as a trail of prophecy and persuasion points a fickle finger towards fate and fortune.





"STRANGER IN TRANSLATION” 
by Charles Raines.

An opinionated young linguist signs a six month contract to translate a ‘Bestseller’ from English into French, on the condition that he can do the job in France. He has nothing but contempt for the book’s author, hates the dull, routine work he has to do, and despises the banality of his own life. Something is missing. Hesitant and frustrated, his ambivalent sexual desires are untapped, but always bubbling below the surface. Feeling like an outsider, the only way to cope is to find a distraction, try to blend in, and strive to fully embrace the French way of life.
The local cemetery offers shelter and serenity, and the backstreets of Marseilles offer danger and excitement. Balancing the two, he meets a succession of men and has a series of erotic encounters which gradually mould him into exactly the man he secretly always wanted to be.

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Stranger-In-Translation-ebook/dp/B0080UPHH8/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1342011849&sr=8-1



Passion, Posturing and Premonition on Paradise Isle




With a sultry setting and the glitz and glamour of the rich and anonymous, allow R.S.Charles to indulge you in a captivating adventure of interwoven lives, loves, lusts and desires played out in a privileged society which devotes itself to rumor, insincerity, self-indulgence and above all, revenge. 

Immersed in a history of folklore and intrigue, a remote, idyllic island in the Caribbeanprovides the backdrop for this tale of mystery and suspense. The secluded, exotic isle is a hideaway for some, a home for others, but everyone has a past and everyone has a reason to be there.,.

Relationships are fleeting or complex, conventional or convenient, and all the strengths and frailties of human nature rise visibly to the fore. Prepare to be caught up in gossip and speculation, secrets and innuendo, with blackmail lurking menacingly in every corner, as R.S.Charles weaves his tropical web of excitement and uncertainty.






"Stranger In Translation"
On the Streets of Marseilles
Review From Amos Lassen
Signing a six month contract to translate a bestselling book from English to French brings our linguist to Marseilles. The problem is that our translator does not like the author of the book and he really is bored with the whole business. What makes things so bad is that he is also totally dissatisfied with his own life. He knows that his life is missing something but he is sexually ambivalent even though he is sexual beneath the surface. He decides to find something to distract him as he tries to reconcile himself with the French way of life.  Discovers the back streets of Marseilles, the danger there excites him. He meets many men and he finds that these anonymous sexual couplings are allowing him to become the man he has wanted to be.
In contrast with the danger on the streets of Marseilles is the peace and quiet he finds at the cemetery. When he is alone, he feels an emptiness that seems to be filled only when having sex with a stranger or while pondering the nature of life as he sits on a cemetery bench. The only relief he seems able to achieve comes when men offer him sexual fulfillment.
He is lonely even when with other men. He gives private English lessons to a teenage boy and these cause passions to swell. When he walks the streets of Marseilles, he finds sex easily, especially in the Arab quarter. He channels all into the physical enjoyment of the flesh yet feels empty afterwards.
The story is related to us through his point of view; the first person narrator and while the adventures that he embarks upon are indeed sexual, the author presents them in lush, beautiful prose and the pleasure we receive from reading the book is not sexual but intellectual. Here is proof that sex can indeed be rendered in ways that stimulate the intellect and not just the libido. While the quest for sex is basic and primal, we see it here as beautiful. Although our man’s search is for immediate gratification and release, it is presented in such a way that there is nothing about it that is “dirty”. This may seem to some to be an oxymoron; I take it as a sign of a man who can paint with words. We indeed get the feeling that he is moving from lust to love and from love to fulfillment and personhood.
So you may ask if this story is erotic and I would have to say that it is indeed but it is not the kind of erotica that we usually get. I love that Raines stimulates the most erogenous of all zones—the mind and in doing so, he presents a new kind of erotica. We read of flirtation, of lust and of love and we gain an insight into love between men. Hopefully this is the trend that will continue in literature and sex will be written about as more than a physical act but as a total bodily and intellectual experience.



Raines Writes STRANGER IN TRANSLATION (recommended gay romance)

 
A song from the musical FANTASTIKS was entitled TRY TO REMEMBER, and a line in the song refers us to remember “…when you were a young and callow fellow….”   Charles Raines writes a nearly lyrical novel about such a young and callow fellow…living in Marseilles where he’s translating a “best seller” into French.  The young Englishman is dapper, attired in suit and tie daily, but has an emptiness within that drives him out to sit in a cemetery on a bench where he meditates on his life’s need for peace and love.  A man comes along….  In other scenes our hero actively seeks contact with other males for relief from the tensions building in his vibrant youth.  Poignant bittersweet English lessons to a petulant adolescent boy transform into  exquisite arousal and passion.  Walks in the Arab quarter lead to sudden explosive sensual encounters.  The whole time the main character is relating from an intimate first person point of view all the surging and swirling emotional needs and reactions to his world slowly moving toward a climactic resolution which leaves the reader breathless and heated up grandly!  Available on Amazon STRANGER IN TRANSLATION is a clearly written delightful novel. The love making is tastefully presented yet rises to the standard of stimulating the reader to pleasurable visceral responses.
I believe this book is so tastefully and well written that it would be suitable for mature adolescents, especially those who are aware of their sexual orientation and in need of positive images of gay life, not sorrid exaggerations of sexuality.  Charles Raines is like a kind counselor as he takes you into his vision of male-male love and he paints a very hopeful portrait of our future as gay men.
I would say that Charles Raines will be swept up in a whirlwind of popularity with younger gay readers.  Such a long time waiting for the answer to this need in the gay community.
Check it out at STRANGER IN TRANSLATION at AMAZON.COM. The novel is about 80 pages long, a crisp read.


Smashwords book reviews by Michael Looman

Stranger In Translation on June 11, 2012 

star star star star star 

Erotic Encounter Charles Raines has given readers of gay erotica a storyline that musters the senses to seek the thrill of living in a foreign city. With each experience or encounter, anticipation leads to desire, and desire leads to physical contact with someone new. And as the story develops, every time this reader read a chapter, I wanted to have an affair with that someone. That is the provocation Raines' writing gives me. Exciting!!! And do you know, I loved that thrill and the ability he uses to instill that passion in me. Erotic passions are the letters of the author's keyboard as he weaves the strands of the main character's life on the streets of Marseilles. The tension between the characters is so real, the reader senses the moment of arousal as the English translator meanders through dangerous backstreets and forbidden alleys. As in real life, there are 'highs' juxtaposed with 'lows' that anyone trying to fit in as a local in a foreign culture would experience. The reader is never disappointed when the conquest of the stranger is consummated. And the beauty is that the author's wordpictures are so well crafted they bring vivid sensual imaginery to mind throughout his short story. I wholeheartedly recommend "Strangers in Translation" to everyone who enjoys passion stirred deep inside oneself. McLooman







  "Whispering Palms"

An Elegant Mystery
Review From Amos Lassen
Set on a secluded Caribbean island. “Whispering Palms” is a mystery that looks and human behavior and its strengths and weaknesses. We visit a place of glamour and luxury which is populated by a diverse group of characters—the aristocratic rich, bohemians and tourists. It seems that most of the characters have a secret and as the plot progresses we see their interaction and watch their reactions as they deal with lust, greed, romance and envy as well as blackmail.
A warning—before you start reading make sure you clear a large block of time as this is a page turner that keeps you reading and guessing. There are twists and turns on almost every page and while you may think you have the mystery solved, you discover that you are far from the truth. Each character wears a mask of some kind to hide truth and fear and no one seems to be innocent here. As the story progresses, lifestyles fall apart as secrets are revealed. Charles writes with wonderful emotion and he certainly knows how to hand the reader a surprise.
This is the first book I have read by Charles and am looking forward to reading more. His style is tight and incredibly interesting.