HIS AURA: A Collection of Transmasculine Aura is now available for Pre-Order.
RELEASE DATE: September 29, 2017
Steaming collections of transmasculine erotic stories from across the globe. This collection includes everything from bondage to making love and gay to straight.
Real Women Only by Madeline Elayne:
“While he was making himself presentable, I pulled down the curtain that I used to camouflage the heavy suspension rings in my ceiling, and took out all my favorite rope, lovingly unwrapping the coils and laying them side-by-side on the bed. The toy-bag with its assorted harnesses, scissors and carabiners was open and at the ready at the foot of the bed.
I only use solid-braid nylon for my bondage, even though I get teased occasionally by other riggers for not using hemp. I tried it once, but I find hemp too itchy, and it rope-burns far too easily. I want any pain I cause to be deliberate and a result of the position, not the rope. Nylon is, soft, and sensual. There’s been more than one person in my playroom to get off on the way it rubs the skin. Who in their right mind wouldn’t want that? I was giggling to myself thinking of all the wicked ways that I would use all that nylon rope to tie Mike up, maybe hang him from the ceiling for a bit, when he came out of the bathroom, and the giggles stopped short as my breath caught.”
Maddeningly Wonderful by J. S. Kuiken:
“Jo sticks his tongue out. He stretches, allowing his slender body to unfurl.
He lets Mark read in peace for a few moments.
“Guess who washed his butt?”
“The dog?” Mark yawns.
Jo rolls his eyes.
“That’s awful foreplay,” Mark says, putting his book down.
“Momma didn’t raise no lady,” Jo grumbles.
“No, she did not.”
Mark grabs Jo around the waist and hauls him over his lap. Jo laughs, and squirms, but he doesn’t really fight.
“Hmmm,” Mark hums, as if considering.
“Maybe I should paint your ass rose-red?” he runs his hand over Jo’s ass.
Jo purrs, because he has never been adverse to a good spanking.
The Coronel’s Deal by H. Pueyo
“Oh yeah? Like what? Better be something I’ve never seen, or…”
“Or…?” Rosa toyed with the bow keeping her off-shoulder blouse tight around her chest. She curled the little string around two fingers and pulled it loose.
“You’re gonna have to do more than showing me those tiny tits of yours.” The Coronel crossed arms, and his aviator glasses fell to the tip of her nose.
“You’ve never complained before,” Rosa answered with a purr. The white fabric of her top moved as she breathed, hugging her body nicely, showing the small volume of her breasts. Her hands climbed her own back to undo the bra, pulling the straps through her sleeves, and letting it fall to the floor.
The light coming from outside made her skin look golden brown, and allowed The Coronel to see shadows of her black round areolas underneath. All he wanted to do was to pinch her nipples over the shirt, bringing her closer by two hands, hearing Rosa whimper in that kind of good pain that only happens in bed.
Daisy & Kyle by Gabriel D. Vidrine
“And then I was pulling her back towards my apartment, our lips never parting. We had to separate to make sure we didn’t kill ourselves by tripping over Kip, who stared at us with bewilderment on his little kitty face. But as soon as I opened the door to my bedroom, we were all over one another again.
Our lips, our hands, we searched and felt and tasted. Oh so gently, she ran her hands across the binder I wore, barely touching it. I closed my eyes in ecstasy. For once, I had no breasts in the way. While I couldn’t feel much of her touch, due to the surgery itself and the compression vest, I knew what she wasn’t touching. It was electric, thrilling, everything I had ever wanted, and we didn’t even have our clothes off yet.
We parted again so that she could gently push me down onto the bed, helping me lift my legs so that I could lay back. It was awkward, but we didn’t let it kill the mood.
She straddled me, our clothes still blocking everything. Daisy pulled the hair tie out of her ponytail, letting her auburn curls tumble around her shoulders. She leaned down to kiss me, as I lay there nearly helpless under her.”