Recent discoveries among ruins in London include a shocking scene apparently discarded by Avon's Immortal Bard, an exchange which sheds new light on dramaturgical inspiration in the English Renaissance. Safe to say, it lays bare the heart of its young heroine and her upset at what she saw. Had our Will continued his play in this direction, theatrical history would be different!
Lover in the past to both host and hostess, the Foreign Office visitor is embroiled in everyone wanting everyone else and several getting what they think they want.
Cecil wiped the lads eyes and within seconds both were in bed naked and making passionate love, though Cecil exhausted and tired by his journey soon fell asleep in the boys arms.
A prattle for fun - like a couple of others already located here on gaydemon - about the life of one of history's greatest composers, a life the sexual side of which cannot be found. Hurrah!! - history buffs will toss their degrees and mortarboards in relief from dull facts (with no possibilities) as this story's fiction (with unlimited possibilities) reveals more truth than you'd think.
Ready for another peek between the chinks of history as only these short accounts attempt? Doubtless you will marvel with tongue someplace (in-cheek?) as your mind encounters the previously unknown here in Olde London. Fear not. Be brave - and discover what your teachers dared not to imagine.
Readers of my "Afternoon Wisdom" know I like to spoof great things of the past - with some calorie-burning eroticism in and between the lines. Here, we step together on a famous piazza to see first-hand the stages beehind an inimitable artifact.
A short, satirical swipe at Shakespeare's sexual misdirections by three tres-gay sages impressing each other. Fun and games, let's say, with what the 16th century could have produced but for false facades, or so the Kijafa-swallowing friends maintain in agreement.
This is the first first of four inter-related stories, chronicling how a working class lad inherits a peerage. Lot of corporal punihsment and in the two last stories lots of gay sex.
This is the first of seven parts of a short story (130,000 word) tracing the life of one, Rufus Rotherty from his early schooldays to his post of cane wielding Headmaster at an English public school.