Confessions of a Naked Piano Player

INTRODUCTION

Frederic Danton is a musical prodigy whose extravagant gifts have led to his becoming the highest paid and most sought-after concert pianist in the world. Suddenly, at the height of his fame, Frederic withdraws from the limelight, taking a sabbatical from which many fear he will never return. And why would he? Frederic books passage on the S.S. Yeoman, bound for the isle of Corrigia—home of the most depraved gay sex resort known to man!

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Even in his white dinner jacket I could discern how superbly conditioned his slim, lithe, elegant young body is! We stood on deck awhile, looking at the sea and talking about music.

But it wasn’t really music I was thinking about when I moved close to him and put my hands under his jacket, to feel the exquisite hardness of his chest and abdomen. It pleased me inordinately to discover he wasn’t wearing an undershirt. I traced the twin mounds of his chest through his thin dress shirt and stroked the hard points of his nipples. Then I slid my hands farther down to outline the ridges of his lean, flat, sucked-in belly.

With both of my hands, I explored the beautiful Japanese cellist’s body through his clothes. I didn’t stop until I knew exactly what he looked like with his clothes off.

My hands. I had the sexy young Asian beauty powerless in my hands. He stood—still, rigid, panting with desire—as I played his body with my hands—putting into my erotic caresses the same intensity of concentration I lavish upon a Chopin prelude.

Yes—feeling up attractive young men, rendering them sexually spellbound and willing to let me do anything I please to them, is definitely on my list of things I shall do with my hands now that Max isn’t here to stop me.