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February 24, 2021

The One-Sentence Secret To Great Sex

gay sex adviceThe One-Sentence Secret To Great Sex

 

Ever been told you suck in bed?  I have. By someone I really cared about, too. Boy, did it hurt. Took months to recover. In fact, he’s still walking funny.

The truth is, most of us aren’t very good in the sack because:

We are male, a species that does not particularly concern itself with the needs of others.

We are gay, so every session is a three-way – – you, your partner and your ego.

Nobody taught us how to do it right. Society says we’re not supposed to be doing it at all, let alone doing it well.

The best way to get better at sex is to do whatever the guy was doing to you that made you moan. Copycat sex is the shortcut to greatness. That’s why  I don’t write much about technique. Besides, learning how to ride a man from a book is like learning how to ride a bike from a manual. You’ll never really get it till you mount it.

The expression of desire needs no introduction to tactics. Expressing yourself freely, losing yourself in his smell, finding yourself in his touch, these are the things that make memorable sex.

Sex isn’t about technique; it’s about how you express your desire.

And speaking of expressing, that’s exactly what most of the letters I get on this subject are about: expressing the very milk of human kindness. For example, “why do I drip when I want to shoot? What’s this stuff made of? Is it nutritious? Should I swallow? Should I spit? Should I pasteurize?”

The questions about man milk are endless. As they should be. No point to the cone if you can’t get to the cream.

It does make you wonder, though. All that drama for three lousy tablespoons of joy juice!

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February 20, 2021

What’s The Right Way To Measure Your Penis?

gay sex adviceWhat’s The Right Way To Measure Your Penis?

And Other Important Questions About Your Best Friend

Use a cloth measuring tape, not a straight edge ruler.

Measure to the nearest inch, not the nearest foot.

Measure as soon as you undress. The temperature of the room will affect your length and girth. Why miss a millimeter if you don’t have to?

Do not measure the size of the penis connected to the scrotum. Why? Well, where would you stop? That’s a sneaky way to add an inch or two. Nice try. Measure the side of the penis facing your stomach. It’ll eliminate man’s mapmaker mentality. You know, the one that says, 1 inch equals 1 mile.

Place the measuring tape at the juncture of skin between the lower belly and the base of your penis. Then unroll it to the top.

Read It and weep.

Why Is My Penis Darker Than The Rest Of My Body?

It’s part of the sexual maturation process, but it’s also because during puberty you discover someone you’ll shake hands with for the rest of your life. Over the years, masturbation darkens the skin.

Why Is There A Line Going Down My Penis And Testicles?

All men have it. It’s a sort of seam on the underside of the penis. It forms when the fetus is in the uterus. In women, the seam becomes the vagina’s inner lips. In men, the seam closes the urethra along the length of the penis.

Why Do My Balls Move On Their Own?

The scrotum is the sac that holds the testicles, which produce sperm and testosterone, the jet fuel for erections. The muscles in the scrotum are affected by temperature.

When it’s warm, the muscles pull out a deck chair and start sunning themselves, making the scrotum and testicles hang lower.

When it’s cold the muscles fold up the deck chair and bring the boys in for some hot tea.

One testicle hangs lower than the other in 85% of men. And it’s usually the left one.

Testicles seem to have a life of their own. Next time you’re lying in bed naked, look without touching them. Notice how they’re moving by themselves? It’s called testicular circulation – blood coursing throughout the scrotum.

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February 16, 2021

Why Do Gay Men Like To Label Themselves In Bed?

gay sex adviceWhy Do Gay Men Like To Label Themselves In Bed?

 

Even in the fudge-packing world of butt pirates, as a sex advice columnist, I’m a contrarian. I’ve often been asked what position I prefer, top or bottom. I always answer truthfully and consistently none of your fucking business.

I won’t even answer the question when friends ask. Why? Because unlike my readers, I’m allergic to labels.

The only thing gay men seem to like more than assuming the position is assuming an identity. Oddly, we created whole identities out of sexual positions. Sex has a glorious, unlimited horizon. It’s uncharted territory no matter how many times we’ve been there before. 

It’s a journey toward discovery, an extreme sport, an escapist plot. It’s a tactical game, a tactile trade, a longing proscribed, a desire for bribe. It’s a criminal act, a loving act, sometimes purely an act. It’s all these things, none of these things, some of the time, none of the time, and sometimes at the same time.

And the best description we can come up with is “Top” and “Bottom??

We suck.

Labels take you from liberty to limitation in 60 self-adhesive seconds. If you perform a sexually aggressive act, labels demand you take on a sexually aggressive persona. 

If you perform a sexually receptive act, labels mandate the conception of a submissive identity. Label love turns the principles of pleasure into the politics of penetration.

Other than label love, the letters I get on this subject tend to focus on guys who can’t seem to put anything up their butts, guys who can’t keep anything out of it, and guys who have a love-hate relationship with the whole mess.

The most interesting questions, as always are not the medical ones, but the ones that reveal something much greater than the sex acts they’re inquiring about. For instance, the letter from a butch guy who didn’t want his nelly boyfriend to top him. Interesting question. Would you let a nelly queen fuck you?

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February 4, 2021

Does Having A Big Dick Give You A Better Sex Life?

gay sex tipsDoes Having A Big Dick Give You A Better Sex Life?

 

You don’t need to write a sex advice column to know that dick, the great male decisionmaker, suffers from a low IQ and a large appetite, a sometimes deadly but mostly comic combination.

If you did, you’d know what most of the questions I get on the subject of penises are about. I wouldn’t have to spell it out in a big, long, and did I mention thick, letters.

Yes, the size of the prize is what draws the most letters. So let’s put the subject to rest: yes, Size Matters. To size queens. To the rest of us, it’s right up there with six-pack abs and chiseled cheeks – – nice, but nothing we’d throw you out of bed for if you didn’t have it.

First, a fact: condom manufacturers say only 6% of the male population needs extra large condoms. You can imagine how that makes the other 94% feel.

If big dicks mean better sex and that means only 6% of all men have great sex? I don’t think so. And neither do you, but it doesn’t matter. We know great sex has little to do with size yet we obsess about it anyway.

Most of the letters I get about the subject are pathetic. Like how can I make it bigger? How can I at least make it look bigger? The small number of people, size queens, who truly believe that bigger dicks mean better sex, have inflicted a terrible inferiority complex on gay men. 

Nothing captures the poignancy, the pain of this, our magnificent cultural failure, like the letter I received from a twenty-five-year-old. Read it (comes out next week) as it will change the way you think and talk about dick size.

Dick, We Have a Problem

Otherwise, the letters I get on the purple-headed custard chucker are all over the map. Sadly, the inability to ejaculate in the presence of someone you love seems to be a common problem among gay men.

Sadly because it reflects how uncomfortable some of us have become with having sex in the context of love. Gay men have more sex than anyone on the planet and yet in some ways, we’re the most inexperienced at it. By trivializing sex, mechanizing it, sizing it, some of us have ended up removing it, permanently, from intimacy. 

Luckily, this is not the case for most gay men, who struggle with less tragic problems, like figuring out where their next ejaculation is going to land.

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January 30, 2021

Gay Advice: Should You Risk Your Inheritance To Come Out?

Should You Risk Your Inheritance To Come Out?

Question:

First I wanted to say it’s nice to see a level-headed guy answering questions. I think I have agreed with your responses to all of the posted questions. I’m 22; I was raised in a very small farming community. My dad is as hick as it gets. My parents are divorced and I now live in a much bigger city.

I have come out to my mother and my sister, but I still need to come out to my dad. I feel like I would be a much happier/better person if I did, but at the same time he is helping me out a lot financially (car, rent, school, insurance, and a lawyer which I really need right now). Also, (and I know this is bad to think of) I will be getting a very big inheritance.

I don’t know if I should just say screw it, and tell him, or just keep suppressing my feelings till I’m either in a better financial situation, or never tell him at all. If I tell him, I will be cut out and lose everything. If I don’t, what kind of person will I become?

ANSWER:

You are definitely in the horns of a dilemma: stuck between your dad’s cold heart and your need for financial security. This is a question that doesn’t have a straight (if you’ll forgive the pun) answer. My personal leaning is to not come out unless you are capable of managing the emotional, physical, and financial risks associated with it. It is a personal obligation, I feel, to yourself and to the people around you, to come out at some point.  And truly, the earlier the better. The more we all come out the less prejudice there will be towards us.

That said, I would never urge anyone to come out when they do not have the resources or are not in an emotional state to handle the consequences. Clearly you are not ready to do that.

As for the financial angle what you’re really asking me is if I think you’re essentially taking a bribe for your silence.  I do not. Your financial peace of mind is as important as your emotional state of mind.

It is impossible to come out without some level of risk. If coming out were easy we would all have done it a long time ago. But it isn’t even today. I helped co-create a website called www.familyacceptance.com and I am stunned that even today in 2021 we get thousands of emails from desperate parents who don’t know how to handle their children’s homosexuality. You are not making up the danger that coming out might pose to you. I say, take your time, don’t lie, and wait until the risks of coming out are demonstrably lowered. Not non-existent.  Lowered.

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January 15, 2021

Gay Erotica Excerpt If The Seas Catch Fire

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Excerpt From The Best Selling Gay Erotica Novel

 

Continuing our series on how erotica (reading it for yourself or out loud to your partner) can boost your sex life, we bring you an exciting novel by L.A. Witt.

First, let’s set the scene:

Sergei Andronikov, a stripper at a seedy nightclub, recently intervened when some goons were roughing up a prominent La Cosa Nostra underboss named Domenico Maisano. Domenico wants some answers about what Sergei saw that night, but more than anything, he’s intrigued by Sergei himself. Dom is deeply closeted in the name of self-preservation, but Sergei is waking up desires he’s tamped down for years. What Dom doesn’t know is that Sergei lives a double life—not only is he a stripper, he also moonlights as a hitman, and he’s determined to bring down all the Mafia families keeping their town in a stranglehold. Including Dom’s.

Tonight, Dom has returned to the strip club and hired Sergei for a private dance, which is usually what mafiosi do when they want to hire him for a hit… 

Sergei led Domenico to one of the private booths in the back. Roy the bouncer met his eyes, and Sergei gave him a nod. Code for “Don’t worry, I’ve got this.” He’d stay close enough to intervene if shit went down, but otherwise he’d keep his back turned and watch the other guys giving their dances. Then he’d get a cut of whatever Sergei made from the against-club-policy activities he’d turned a blind eye to. He got fifty bucks for ignoring a blowjob that never happened, and Sergei got a shitload more than that for taking whatever contract was offered to him in hushed tones behind a curtain. 

Or maybe, unlike all his other brethren who came in here with wads of cash, Domenico really wanted a lap dance.

Sergei pulled the curtain across, and didn’t quite know why his heart was beating so fast as he turned to face Domenico. 

The Italian unbuttoned his jacket and lowered himself into the crimson armchair. Most guys flopped down on the cushion and waited like a drooling dog for the show to get started. Not this guy. Arrogant Mafioso, royalty in name only, he sat like an overlord taking his throne instead of a sleazy asshole panting for dick in a chair where a thousand men before him had blown their loads.

The music came on. 

Sergei assumed his usual provocative stance, standing close enough to fuck with his mind and pulse while he ran his hands up and down his own sides. Here’s the goods. You like what you see?

“So.” Sergei gazed down at him. “You want more information, I assume.”

“Not this time.” Domenico met his eyes, and he grinned, knowingly and dangerously. “This time I want a dance.”

That was… unexpected. This was the moment when his contacts usually started speaking in code, and “a dance” wasn’t part of that code.

Sergei ran the tip of his tongue across his lip. “Just a dance?”

“Yes.” The long, lingering down-up Domenico gave him, his breath hitching here and there, raised goose bumps on Sergei’s mostly exposed flesh. When their eyes met again, Domenico spoke just loud enough for Sergei to hear him over the music, “I suspect with you involved, there’s no such thing as just a dance.”

Apparently he wasn’t here in any official capacity. And maybe he’d given up on his pursuit of more details about the night they’d met. Sergei would certainly keep his guard up, but if Domenico wanted a dance… 

Sergei stripped down to his G-string, watching Domenico’s eyes widen. He swore he could feel the man’s pulse rising, especially when Sergei stepped closer and slid a knee between his thighs. Domenico parted them farther, and his fingers curled over the edges of the armrests. Maybe the arrogant overlord…wasn’t. Eyes wide and spine stiff, knuckles turning white, he suddenly seemed in over his head.

“You ever had a dance like this?”

He gulped, and a flicker of something—nerves?—broke the rest of the calm and cool façade. Slowly, he shook his head.

“Rules are simple.” Sergei climbed onto his lap, sliding his hands over broad shoulders. “I dance. You don’t move. Don’t touch me. Got it?”

His eyes were fixed on Sergei’s abs, and as he nodded, he whispered, “Yeah.” He looked Sergei up and down. “My God…”

“Why did you come back?” 

“I had to.” Domenico’s voice was just loud enough to be heard. “I can’t…” His gaze drifted up and down Sergei’s torso. “Can’t stop thinking about you.”

Sergei swallowed. Gay wise guys weren’t unheard of, but they didn’t last long. 

“What’s your name?” Domenico asked again.

Sergei shook his head. “It’s not important.”

“Isn’t it?”

“No.” 

“Do I ever get to know what it is?”

“Why do you need to know my name?” Sergei turned around and leaned back against him, pressing his ass against an incredibly hard cock and his shoulders against Domenico’s broad chest. “My name isn’t relevant. You don’t know what it is, but I’m still turning you on, aren’t I?”

“Yes. Yes, you are.” The man’s breath tickled the side of Sergei’s neck.

Sergei lifted himself up and faced Domenico again, settling onto his lap as he added, “That’s all you need to know, isn’t it?”

“I don’t need to know anything. I want to know.” He slowly ran his tongue across his lips. “Just like I want to know what it feels like to…” He trailed off, gazing drifting over Sergei’s body, and if Sergei had been able to breathe—what the fuck is going on?—he’d have asked him to finish his sentence. 

Dance. You’re here to dance.

Sergei ground against him, and the firm ridge of Domenico’s cock beneath his balls made his pulse soar. And not only that, it made him hard. Sergei often got into it when he was dancing, and sometimes if a guy was particularly hot, he even got a little turned on.

But not like this.

Domenico’s eyes flicked downward, and he gulped. “That… that G-string isn’t quite big enough for you.”

Sergei glanced down. “Isn’t when I’m like this.” And he was rarely like this when he danced. Fuck. 

“Maybe you should take it off.”

“Can’t take everything off,” he murmured. “The… the law.”

Domenico’s eyes flicked up and met his, burning with lust. “You think I’m gonna report you?”

Sergei glanced back at the curtain. Then he stood and shimmied out of the G-string.

There was something deliciously dangerous and irresistibly sexy about this. Though a G-string hardly counted as clothing, losing it left him feeling like he’d just thrown off ten protective layers. Like he’d gone from fully-dressed to naked in just a few beats, and now he was against Domenico, cock and balls rubbing against the soft silk of his shirt and tie.

“You’re breaking the rules,” Domenico breathed, and Sergei swore he could hear his heartbeat in his voice. “Does that mean I can too?”

For five thousand dollars and that look in your eye? You can do any damned thing you want.

“I don’t think you want to break the rules.” He wrapped his arms around Domenico’s neck, pressing his dick against the man’s chest and bringing his abs close enough to Domenico’s face to feel his breath. “You like looking without touching.” He slowly fucked against him, his own head spinning as the smooth silk turned his nerve endings to pure electricity. “Don’t you?”

Domenico exhaled hard, the warm air whispering across Sergei’s abs and making him gasp. “I want… I want to touch you.”

“I know you do.” Sergei leaned forward enough to murmur in his ear, “But this turns you on. Doesn’t it?”

Domenico shivered beneath him. “Everything about you turns me on.”

Likewise. It shouldn’t, but… shit.

Sergei leaned down to let his lips almost touch Domenico’s neck, teasing him with their proximity, and as goose bumps sprang up on the Italian’s skin, they sprang up on his too. He was too turned on to think. More turned on than he should’ve been. And he didn’t stop. Didn’t want to stop.

Dizzy and breathless, he let his lips graze Domenico’s neck, and he was rewarded with a helpless moan that made his whole body tingle.

And before he could think twice, he whispered, “My name—” He shivered hard, thrusting against him like he was thrusting inside him. “Sergei.” His pulse sped up—none of his contacts had his real name, but Domenico did. Why? He didn’t know. He didn’t care. He just needed… this time… “My name is Sergei.”

“Sergei,” Domenico breathed, as if it was the sexiest thing he’d ever heard. “Are you close?” He looked up at Sergei, eyes wide and watering. “Please tell me you’re close.”

“I…” Oh God, he was. Sergei had never gotten off in one of these rooms, never come during a lap dance, but he was right there on the edge, on the brink of blowing his load all over this Italian’s expensive shirt, and he should’ve backed off, but he wasn’t interested in coming to his senses. He wanted nothing else in that moment, nothing more in the whole fucking world, than to come. 

Sergei sat up, holding onto Domenico’s shoulders, and thrust against him, and Domenico groaned and whispered, “Ooh, yeah…” 

“Gonna…” Sergei gripped his shoulders tighter. “Oh shit…” His eyes rolled back, his balls tightened, and even over the deafening music, he heard himself whimper.

“God, yeah,” Domenico groaned. “That’s… shit, that’s hot. Come, Sergei.”

Everything went white. Sergei arched against him, thrusting against wet silk until a shudder almost knocked his arms out from under him. He slumped over Domenico, trembling from head to toe. This was the first time ever—since he’d discovered he could make a fortune by grinding against a man in a dark back room—that he’d come during a lap dance. That he’d even come inside this godforsaken building. 

And he’d come all over Domenico’s shirt and tie. For a split second, he thought Domenico would get upset, but then the breathless Italian whispered, “That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”

“G-good.” Sergei licked his lips as he struggled to hold himself up on shaking arms.

“Can I touch you?”

Sergei swallowed. It was strictly against club policy, but so was coming on a guy’s shirt during an illegally naked lap dance. Nothing about Domenico pegged his danger radar now—chances were, he had no idea who Sergei really was, and at least the men near the top in his world were usually civilized when it came to those not involved in the Mob.

“Yeah,” Sergei panted. “You can—” 

Domenico cupped Sergei’s face and kissed him. 

Every instinct Sergei had honed as both a killer and a stripper screamed at him to shove the man back and get the fuck out of there, but…

But.

Domenico’s fingers twitched against the sides of Sergei’s face. His lips were softer and gentler than he’d thought they could be. If not for the coarse stubble abrading his chin, Sergei might’ve forgotten this uncertain tough guy was a Sicilian wise guy. That he was Domenico Maisano, for God’s sake.

He couldn’t help it—his curiosity got the best of him. He opened to Domenico’s kiss, and let himself be pulled in closer as Domenico gently explored his mouth. Against his better judgement, he slid a hand into Domenico’s hair, cradling the back of his head as lips and tongues sent Sergei’s pulse into overdrive. Domenico was tentative, and yet bold at the same time, his hands light on Sergei’s skin even as his mouth demanded more. 

Eventually, Sergei lifted his head. Domenico stared up at him, and goddamn, he looked as surprised as Sergei felt. They were both out of breath, Sergei’s hips pressed against Domenico’s rock-hard dick, and even though Sergei had already come, that look in Domenico’s eyes sent his heart rate surging upward.

The bass in the lounge thumped against Sergei’s nerve endings, reminding him where he was, why he was here, what the laws and common sense said he could and couldn’t do. 

Knees shaking, Sergei got to his feet, thankful for the muscle memory that kept the motion graceful and deliberate when he felt this clumsy.

As Sergei pulled on his G-string, Domenico rose. He didn’t say a word, and they both cleaned off and straightened their clothes, Domenico tugging at his tie and his sleeves while Sergei shimmied into the barely-there leather shorts.

Then they faced each other, and before Sergei could make heads or tails of any goddamned thing, Domenico held up a card between two fingers. “I want to see you again.”

Sergei took the card. His mind knew of at least a thousand reasons why that was a bad idea, but his body was definitely intrigued. He shouldn’t have wanted a damned thing to do with him, and he should’ve turned tail and gotten the fuck away from him, but he wanted to know what it was like to get him alone. 

“See me again?” Sergei thumbed the edge of the card. “When?”

“Soon.” Domenico ran the backs of his fingers down Sergei’s arm. “Very soon.”

Sergei looked him up and down, sizing him up. Domenico was a few inches taller, and much wider in the shoulders. If Sergei didn’t know a fuckton of ways to kill men twice his size without breaking a sweat, he’d have backed away. He told himself that, anyhow. Standing this close to him, smelling his cologne and sweat as Domenico loomed over him with cum all over his shirt, Sergei was half-tempted to suggest they fuck there and then. 

He’d probably lost all the good sense he’d had left, but at least he was losing it with someone who had as much reason as he did to keep his trap shut. More reason, actually. All Sergei had to do was leak it to the world—or the media—that he’d had sex with Domenico Maisano, and his family would have him killed. Fags didn’t last long in their world. 

Sergei wasn’t worried about his own safety. Only a handful of Mafiosi knew who he was. They all knew him by reputation, but nothing more. His very, very select few contacts knew his face and his profession, but they didn’t know his real name, and they absolutely knew what would happen if they betrayed his confidence. Outside those contacts, no one—least of all the man in front of him with the cum-stained shirt—knew the killer who handled the lion’s share of all three families’ hits was a smart-mouthed bleach blond stripper. 

“There’s…” He hesitated. “There’s a motel near the waterfront. The Sandpiper. My shift is over at one thirty.”

Domenico glanced at his watch. Then he nodded. “I’ll meet you there.”

“Get a room. Put it under the name Sullivan.”

“Okay.”

They held each other’s gazes. Then Domenico straightened his wet tie, buttoned his jacket, and started to go, but then he paused. He met Sergei’s eyes. “By the way, um… thanks. For what you did that night. In the alley.”

“Don’t mention it.” Sergei hadn’t done it for any altruistic reasons, but he had to admit, he was glad this guy hadn’t been killed. In a weird way, he was starting to like him.

They held each other’s gazes for a few more seconds. Then Dom broke eye contact and brushed past Sergei.

Sergei exhaled. He ran a shaky hand through his hair, wondering what the hell had just happened. Or what was going to happen later tonight. Or why in the world he thought this was anything but a stupid, potentially deadly idea.

Mind reeling, he straightened his hair just for something to do. Then he headed back out to the lounge. 

Domenico was nowhere to be seen. Good. He was serious about the whole discretion thing, and wasn’t a complete fuckwit about it. 

Sergei looked down at the card in his hand. There was a handwritten phone number and nothing else. If he had any sense at all, he’d have set that card on fire and never let Domenico cross his mind again.

But it was too late for that. Sergei was intrigued.

He had to know what it was like to fuck Domenico Maisano.

. . .

Keep reading this sexy story, or hell, listen to it on audible.

Author’s Website: http://www.gallagherwitt.com 

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January 5, 2021

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BONUS CHAPTER! Vocal Techniques To Help You Say It In A Sexy Voice.

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Follow my advice and you’ll be able to re-create that “post-coital voice” in the bedroom that men think is a total turn-on.

 

About The Author
Michael Alvear has been writing about gay sex for over twenty years. He starred in an international hit TV show called The Sex Inspectors that aired in 12 countries, including HBO in the U.S. and Channel 4 in the UK. He’s also written several sex books and writes a popular, syndicated column.

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January 5, 2021

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THE PROBLEM

You find yourself going to bed earlier or later than your partner so that you don’t have to face the possibility of his advances. Or you lay still in bed, pretending you’re asleep so that he won’t touch you.

You start making excuses that sound reasonable: You’re too tired for sex, you have a lot on your mind. You become defensive. You tell him if he worked as hard as you did he wouldn’t want sex either.

Besides, didn’t you just have sex a couple of nights ago? Whatever. He’s a sex maniac. He doesn’t want you, he just wants sex and you’re the closest person around. Besides, he’s not even that good of a lover.

These are the kind of thoughts that low libido men use to form a man-moat, keeping their lovers away. Some of your observations may be true (you probably are fatigued) but they still keep you stuck in a place you’d rather not be.

 

THE SOLUTION

I’m going to help you get to a better place with specific recommendations borne out of the latest sex research. These are proven strategies that have improved countless of my reader’s sex lives. Your days of wanting to want sex are over.

From a 20-minute exercise so effective it even increases libido in people taking anti-depressants, to a clever use of “erotic cues” that subconsciously put you in the mood, I am going to raise your libido to cinematic proportions.

You’ll learn how to use “flicker stage” sex to increase desire, identify medicines that can give you a ‘flat tire’ and do powerful intimacy exercises that’ll remove emotional blocks keeping you from manifesting a strong sex drive.

 

BONUS CHAPTER! What Your Partner Can Do To Boost Your Libido.

He’s got a vested interest in helping you raise your libido and he’s probably more than willing to do whatever he can. So hand him this chapter. He’ll get a better understanding of what you’re going through and find out ways he can help—including being YOUR idea of a great lover, not his.

About The Author
Michael Alvear has been writing about gay sex for over twenty years. He starred in an international hit TV show called The Sex Inspectors that aired in 12 countries, including HBO in the U.S. and Channel 4 in the UK. He’s also written several sex books and writes a popular, syndicated column.

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January 1, 2021

Gay erotica excerpt Lost In New York

How Erotica Can Help Your Sex Life

 

Welcome to our new series exploring how gay erotica can help your sex life.  Sexologists discovered a long time ago that erotica can super-charge your libido in the long run, put you in the mood in the short run and give you perpetually creative ideas in the bedroom.

The turn-on doesn’t just come from reading it yourself but also from reading it out loud to your partner.  Or partners, we don’t judge.

First up in our series is Felice Steven’s Lost In New York. This short excerpt shows you how the opening stages of a romantic kiss can light a fireplace despite the absence of wood!

Enjoy.

Nate ran a finger down my cheek, and my breath caught. He hooked it into the knot of my tie and pulled me close. “Come back with me to mine?” he whispered, his hot breath sweet from the wine. “No pressure. Another glass of wine or a coffee. Just…I don’t want to be alone right now.”

He stood before me in his black overcoat, incredibly desirable and handsome as hell. A powerful man, I assumed, and used to getting what he wanted. But I saw the strain in his haunted eyes and the pale skin stretched tight over high cheekbones. 

He’s troubled. Lonely. He could use someone to talk to. 

Like you, a little voice whispered. 

“Okay. I wouldn’t mind a coffee.” 

When his eyes lit up, I thought maybe we weren’t that different. 

Nate lived three blocks away in a charming nineteenth-century brownstone. My mouth watered at the genuine Tiffany stained-glass windows and fanlight arching over the front door. The entrance wasn’t large, but there was a beautiful inlaid wooden floor design set like a starburst. When he closed the door behind me, I glimpsed the original crown molding and the artwork on the walls. Everything inside this house set my antique-loving heart pounding. 

Then Nate touched my face, and my heart pounded for an entirely different reason. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered. “Can I kiss you?” 

I swallowed hard and nodded, closing my eyes as his face loomed close. But he didn’t mash his mouth over mine and thrust his tongue inside. No, Nate pressed soft, gentle kisses along my cheek, my eyes, a brief touch to my lips, then traced my jawline with the tip of his tongue. He seduced me with his lips and heated breath, and I shivered at his light, sensuous touch. It was an erotic fantasy come to life, and my body, cold for so long, warmed to him. He licked a wet path down my neck and loosened my tie to open the top buttons of my shirt. 

I looped my arms around his neck, and he pushed me gently so I rested against the door. A single bead of sweat dripped from his chin and hit my collarbone. I ran my fingers through his hair and tipped my head back, allowing his lips access to roam over my jaw until he finally covered my mouth with his and slid his tongue inside. He sucked on mine, and we matched each other stroke for stroke, but I had no doubt who was in charge. This wasn’t a simple kiss. This was possession. 

His leg slid between mine, and his strong thigh pushed against my rapidly thickening dick. “Oh God, what the hell?” I choked out, the pleasure exploding like a fireball in my chest as I rode against him. I fought the greedy rush of hunger to be taken right there. I was ready for him to fuck me. I wanted… “Nate, please. Stop.” 

Suddenly I stood alone, Nate stepping away immediately. I fought to remain standing, my legs weak, chest heaving with exertion to take in air. Flushed and wild-eyed, Nate braced his hands on his knees and bent at the waist, his harsh breath echoing in the empty house. 

Not again. 

If I didn’t stop, it would happen all over again. When my world righted itself, shame rolled through me. “I’m sorry. I don’t usually…I don’t know what happened. I’m not a tease, I swear. I never get so carried away, so quickly. I can’t believe it.” 

Nate passed his hands over his hair, smoothing the waves I’d messed up. “It’s not your fault. Don’t apologize.” His grin softened the tired lines of his face, rendering him almost boyish. “It’s been a while for me.” He studied me, his gaze warming as it lingered, and my body responded with an answering tug of lust low in my belly. 

“For me too.” And that scared me. I knew I needed to leave, because if he tried to touch me again, I’d do anything he wanted. “It’s getting late. I should go.” 

. . .

Keep reading this sexy story by downloading the Kindle version of the book.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Felice Stevens has always been a romantic at heart. She believes that while life is tough, there is always a happy ending around the corner. Her characters have to work for it, however. Like life in NYC, nothing comes easy and that includes love. You can reach her at:

Bookbub: https://www.bookbub.com/authors/felice-stevens
Facebook Reader Group: Felice’s Breakfast Club: https://www.facebook.com/groups/FelicesBreakfastClub/
Facebook Author Page: https://www.facebook.com/felicestevensauthor/
Twitter: @Felicestevens1
Instagram: 
www.instagram.com/felicestevens/
Pinterest: 
www.pinterest.com/felicestevens
Tiktok:  @felicestevens

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