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Indulge Me and male erogenous zones

I love to write stories about men loving men. As you can imagine, I spend a lot of time thinking and planning male/male sex. And finding out about the male erogenous zones through reading and research. I found a wonderful article at a website called OneIndia and it gave me some great ideas about that very topic. So I decided to use their information and my latest release, Indulge Me, to illustrate the male erogenous zones through words and pictures. I’m going to post passages from the book that go with the zones and include a photo for your visual pleasure. Hope you enjoy the adventure.

Here’s a little bit about Indulge Me to set the scene:


Meet me at Indulgence. Noon today. I want you naked in the Wet Area.

Keane Daniels has received an anonymous note summoning him to Indulgence, the largest gay spa and bathhouse in Toronto. Since he’s in unrequited lust with his boss, Keane thinks a clandestine tryst might just take his mind off his gorgeous colleague.

Rayche Marquette has wanted Keane since hiring him, but being his boss means Keane’s off limits…until Rayche decides he can wait no longer and reserves the Wet Area of the spa so the two of them can spend a Naughty Nooner together.

Rayche and Keane meet in the elegant shower area, but when Keane discovers the sender of the note is his boss, his reaction is not what Rayche expects. Keane rebuffs him, thinking the noon hour adventure is a lark for Rayche, a meaningless liaison. So Rayche sets out to convince him, both with words and his body, how very important Keane is to him.

And here’s Indulge Me’s look at the male erogenous zones:

His Scalp and Hair

‘Tall, dark and handsome’ might have seemed like a corny cliché, yet those were exactly the words he would use to describe Marquette. At six-foot-two, he towered over most men, and his golden skin and brown eyes spoke of his French-Canadian ancestry. He kept his mahogany hair longer than was fashionable, long enough that Keane often fantasised about running his fingers through the silky waves.

His Ear

And now this man was his. For one whole hour. For one whole naughty nooner. And he was going to enjoy every single, decadent minute of it.
His slippery hands smoothed over the velvety skin of Keane’s shaft, his thumb tracing the line of a heavy vein. He put his tongue to that sensitive spot just below the ear and licked. Keane moaned and pressed his arse back into the welcoming curve of Rayche’s body.

His lips

Keane had walked in there one evening, his body embracing the smell of eucalyptus as the steam rose around the naked bodies writhing on the wooden benches. He remembered the man who’d risen from the fog, his features hidden in its depths, and reached out his hand to pull Keane to him. Those open mouthed kisses, the tender bites along his shoulder.

His Neck

Those slick, soapy hands swept across Keane’s shoulders, coming to rest at the nape of his neck where strong thumbs massaged tight muscles.
“Oh, that feels so good,” he moaned.
The stranger laughed. “Then you’ll certainly like this,” he said, his tone remaining too low to identify.
Reaching around, he smoothed his hands over Keane’s chest, pinching at the nipples as he made lazy circles on the wet flesh. Keane’s knees almost gave out as the stranger bit along his shoulder blade. While the warm water cascaded down their bodies, the play moved lower. He clenched the muscles in his belly as the man skimmed his hands around his navel. And lower.

His Nipples

Rayche would invariably take off his suit jacket and throw it over the back of a chair. Then he’d loosen his tie and pull it off before undoing the top button of his shirt. He’d roll up his shirtsleeves, revealing his muscular forearms with their soft, dark hair. It was all he could do not to moan when his boss would lean back in his chair, hands behind his head, and stretch. Keane was sure he could see the outline of Rayche’s nipples as his shirt pulled taut against his chest.

His Back and Shoulders

The stranger butted up behind him, rubbing his chest against Keane’s back. The rough hair tickled his skin.

Rayche stepped back to look at Keane. While lots of men were ‘dick men’—that was their favourite part of a man’s body—he appreciated the subtleties of a man’s back. The gentle curve of the shoulder blades, the ribbed column of the spine, that beautiful line where back met buttocks, the small of the back—those were the things he loved.

His Inner Thighs

Rayche loved the feel of his lover’s big palms on the backs of his thighs. He loved how they gripped him, secured him, powered him up and down. They moved as one, muscles pumping and shifting, sweat gleaming on golden skin, guttural moans in a hollow room.

His penis, scrotum, perineum, anus and buttocks

“I want to know your smell,” Rayche said. He’d never just played with a man’s body like this before, exploring the textures, the distinctive odour of his skin. He gently pushed against the sac, feeling the hardness within. There was still a faint scent of soap about it, but there was a muskiness, a richness as well. It was an earthy smell, giving Rayche thoughts of making love by the ocean or under the night sky.
He put out his tongue and tentatively ran it along the crinkly skin, feeling the coarse hair that covered the supple flesh. Opening his mouth wide, he pulled one ball inside.

Hope you’ve enjoyed our little journey. Indulge Me was written after I toured the largest gay spa/bathhouse in Toronto so it really gives you a look into a private male/male world. I chose pictures that convey the sultry, luscious nature of the spa.

Indulge Me is available as an ebook, an audio book or as part of the Naughty Nooners anthology.

Happy reading,


Kaenar Langford

Tales to seduce and entice…


Nina Pierce said...

Whew Kaenar, you sure know how to heat up an afternoon! These guys are definitely hot!

kaenar said...

Hey Nina,
So wonderful to hear from you. I had such a great time matching the erogenous zones to sections in the book and then finding photos. I just love research. LOL

I'll be seeing you in a few weeks at the Lori Foster get together. Can't wait. Counting the sleeps.

Devon Rhodes said...

Kaenar, I just love they way you put together the whole package in your posts to take us on a sensual journey. :) Bravo as always!