Thom Gautier The Voluptuous World

Fiction in Two New Erotic Anthologies!

2011-03-22T21:50:00.001-07:00

Work out in two new anthologies one from Xcite Books and Mammoth's Best New Erotica 10!

Bridesmaid Erotic Tale in Xcite's "Uniforms"

2010-08-19T09:35:00.001-07:00

snippet from "Blue Pommes in Killybegs" As she repeated her claims about her old school uniform fitting her, I studied her from her hairline to toe. Her waistline was slim. The temptation to cup my hands around that satin-wrapped waist was so strong that I “borrowed,” another sip of her pint to distract me from my desire. For all her height and her long limbs, she was slender. Her thin lips were cherry red, freshly daubed with lipstick. Still, I was dubious about the uniform claim, and I told her so.

The Valet

2010-07-09T08:59:00.000-07:00

In his profile photo he was tanned, with closely cropped blond hair and broad shoulders. He resembled one of those British actors with brown hair and light eyes who take Broadway by storm every three years in some critically acclaimed production of Hamlet. read all of "The Valet" at Oysters & Chocolate

My Story set in Queens in NY edition of Sex in City series

2010-07-06T18:56:00.001-07:00

my story "Sophia in Astoria" in Accent Press/Xcite's Sex in the City: New York

The Rainbow-Colored Cap

2010-06-07T14:15:00.000-07:00

In this draughty cafe, Mitch asked me to sit next to this Harper because there was no room to squeeze a chair in. It was a little awkward perching myself on a bench next to a stranger. “Wow,” Harper said, pointing to my head as I sat down. Mitch introduced us and we shook hands, “Primary colors on a winter hat.” Read all of "The Rainbow-Colored Cap" at Oysters & Chocolate

My Piece at F-Stop

2010-04-11T07:44:00.000-07:00

F-Stop is a unique blog where writers "expose" themselves through image and text, usually revealing those sometimes unseen sides of their lives which have often informed or affected their writing. My short essay on my years as Penthouse magazine aficionado just went up at F-Stop and I'm happy and honored to be included there. While you're there, be sure to check out the other fine essays (and their respective discussions) by writers like Donna George Storey, Shanna Germain, Neve Black, Jeremy Edwards, Susan DiPlacido, Craig J. Sorensen, Janine Ashbless and many other fine contributors.

Saving the World

2010-03-30T08:23:00.001-07:00

I am sure that Lilah and I spoke a good deal at that first meeting. But all I remember is shaking her hand and studying her long straight dark hair, her dark eyes, her little black dress, her black choker with its pearly cameo, her black teardrop earrings. Her lovely ass almost visible against the pleats of her black skirt. I remember thinking that I’d bet big money that Lilah probably would wear a hat when she made love.

Read "Saving the World" at Lucrezia Magazine

Sorry for Spain

2009-12-28T08:41:00.001-08:00

Once I was as comfortable as I could be in the narrowness of the tub, I let my hands feel their way along the tops of her feet, up around her ankles, rubbing up and down her calves. When I looked up, she was looking down on me, grinning. She wiggled her fingers like a greeting and then flipped me the bird. Read all of "Sorry for Spain" at Lucrezia Magazine

Honeymoon With Shannon

2009-04-13T10:35:00.000-07:00

She took my poetry workshop. This was about six years ago. Her name was Shannon. She was only a few years younger than I was but she was several years older than the other students. She was from Ireland but every bit a New Yorker: fluent, talkative, stylish, smart. Read all of Honeymoon with Shannon at Sliptongue magazine.

Maura, Converted

2008-12-09T09:40:00.000-08:00

When we arrived at the reception hall, I rushed over to the hospitality desk and saw our table assignment on a small white card: Thom Gautier & Guest, Table Seven. I scanned the other alphabetically arranged cards and, as if I’d made it happen by my own obsession, I read the card: Sean Raverty & Guest, Table Seven. Read all of "Maura, Converted" at Oysters & Chocolate

The Bet

2008-06-10T12:37:00.000-07:00

"That black fabric looks painted on your legs,” I said. “You mean navy blue fabric,” she said, slipping her feet into her strappy black heels.“Black," I said.“Navy blue,” she said, and then she gave me the finger, “they’re navy blue.”We argued about the color all the way to the restaurant. All we could agree about was that her legs looked great in them and that were sheer and looked painted on. At one point during the drive, she extended her legs and put her feet up on the dashboard. “Navvvy blue,” she said. Read all of The Bet in Mammoth's Book of Best Erotica 2009!

Raverty's Privilege

2005-03-18T12:14:00.000-08:00

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