This newsletter is celebrating sexual diversity, differing desires, relationship structures, 
and individual choices based on respect and consent.
Sexuality is an important part of being human.

Have A Horny Day. 
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Horny Newsletter Issue Ten

Horny Newsletter began as a whim during the pandemic to celebrate and connect horny voices in isolation; it was also a way to share the photography and horny stories of people I have met. Ten issues later it has been a true honour to meet so many people who are horny for life - living vibrant authentic lives; exploring the sexual wonders and odyssey of the human experience.

Each person I photograph comes with a stories and lessons of their own. Some lessons repeat themselves to me; and others lessons hit you like lighting in order to never forget them.

Being free to even make this Horny Newsletter is a privilege as so many of our queer brothers and sisters are not free to be their truth at this very moment. Thank YOU for getting horny for Horny Newsletter. For Horny Issue Ten I present ten horny life lessons I carry with me to live a happy and horny life.  

TEN HORNY THINGS I KNOW FOR SURE
Written by Christopher Sherman

10. Not All Lube Is Created Equal:
When it comes to pleasure quality matters. Skip the dry and sticky drug store brand and speak with someone in your local sex shop. A great quality lube can turn a dry desert into an everlasting slip N’ slide. Your asshole will thank you.

9. It’s Never Too Late To Make Your Sexual Debut:
Whether you’re starting afresh or continuing your sexual journey, the exploration of pleasure knows no age limits or time limits. Learned shame can play havoc on our heart and soul. Step One: Love yourself. Step Two: Learn to understand and love what your heart longs for. Step Three: Give zero fucks what judgemental people think of you. Step Four: Repeat with love and kindess. I see a sexual debut in the future :)

8. Talk Dirty To Me:
Talk dirty to me if you want – or just tell me your thoughts! Communication is key for a horny time with others. As much as we often pretend like we can predict the future, we are not mind readers. Open honest dialogue fosters intimacy and enhances sexual desire.

7. Don’t Yuck My Yum (Or Yours):
Don’t be a sex snob honey. Sexuality is as unique as your finger print. Everyone’s relationship with sex and sexuality is simply their own. As you unlearn shame you realize you don’t have to put yourself or others down when ideas appear in front of you that provide you new questionable feelings. Life is for living. As the wise philosophers En Vogue wrote: “Free Your Mind and the rest will follow”.

6. Say Thank You To The Horny Unsung Hero | The Anal Doucher:
Only in recent years have I learned the true meaning of being vers - at the same time I learned the hard work, dedication, strategy, dietary restrictions, water testing, trigonometry of douche angle, stretching / yoga exercises, muscle relaxing, bed sheet selection, calmness of mental state to clean your hole to take a dick. May the river run clean time after time. If people knew the hard work in being bottom ready they would never be a lousy top - or worse not show up. Shit does happen and thats ok. But today is a day for saying thank you to the the hard work of the bottom doucher. We give you a horny salute.

5. Moisturize Your Dick:
The number one question I get asked from people is how do I make my penis look more like a porn stars? My answer is always: Moisturize your dick everyday. No one wants to see your dry penis. A gentle, natural or sensitive skin moisturizer is your best bet.

4. Censorship Breeds Small Minds:
It is through the censorship of ideas and images that we begin to believe there is a limit to being human and the human experience. Today and everyday is a great day to read banned books.

3. Kindness is Horny:
Kindness is the highest human behaviour. Kindness occurs when we give away our own concerns, and embody love as we treat other people in a way that recognizes their value, worth and horniness. People who are kind are more willing to listen, to grow, to uplight, and explore hornyiness together. We love an asshole; We don’t love when a person’s an asshole.

2. The Male G-Spot Is In The Butt:
Based on both scientific research and some personal studies I can confirm the male g-spot is in the butt. The male g-spot is the prostate that provides the volcanic muscular contractions that we call ejaculations /”I am cumming ”. It is located just inside the rectum, and a person can stimulate the prostate either internally or externally. I believe if more males took less time policing others and took that attention to their own bodies and g-spot we might find world peace as a species. Give peace a chance, find your g-spot!

1. Have A Horny Day:
Just as you invest in your physical, financial and familial well-being, prioritize your sexual exploration and fulfillment with the same vigor and enthusiasm. To have a horny day one must look at the day with opportunity and hope; and the pleasures that can be had if open to the possibilities. It’s about being open to life and loving who you are. After all, having a horny day is an act of self-love.

As you explore what having a horny day means to you it is important to remember the precious discovery you will make on your journey of sexuality will always be yourself. May the stories you find in these ten issues of Horny Newsletter inspire your own horny adventures ahead. The Horny Archives are always just a click away.

Have A Horny Day.
Love you.

Christopher Sherman
Instagram @hichristophers

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Favourite Horny Riddle
Written by Amit

Riddle me this…

In the tapestry of human connection, I dwell, a paradoxical dance between strength and fragility. Wrapped in the delicate threads of honesty, I am two things at once, a force that unveils both courage and tenderness.

Some view me as a mystery, an elusive enchantment that draws hearts like moths to a flame. Yet, I am not a mere mystery; I am the revelation that unfurls, an intimate unveiling.

Picture me as a bridge, spanning the chasm of understanding. As you step onto my timeworn planks, you enter a realm where masks fade, and true selves emerge. I am not a fortress; I am the unguarded gate, inviting those brave enough to traverse the landscape of raw emotion.

When embraced, I am a whispered confession, a revelation laid bare(back). Yet, I am not a mere confession booth; I am the sacred space where fears and desires intertwine, creating a mosaic of shared humanity.

Some see me as a maze, winding through the labyrinth of emotions. Navigating my twists and turns requires the compass of empathy and the lantern of compassion. Those who venture through my passages discover the treasure of genuine connection, where hearts beat in harmony.

Though some may fear my exposure, enlightened souls recognize my power. I am the alchemy that transforms discomfort into growth. I am the cornerstone for authenticity. Yet, I am not without challenge, for revealing one's true self demands a leap into the unknown, a plunge into the uncharted waters of openness.

I am a paradoxical masterpiece that invites you to unravel the layers and discover the strength within your own surrender. 

You show me yours and I’ll show you mine. 

What am I?

Favourite Horny Kink | A Man’s Fingers In My Mouth
Written by Karlo Martinez

Favourite horny kink? A man’s fingers in my mouth. I find it such a turn on… Hands and fingers are the first thing I notice when I meet a guy. I can’t remember the first time I discovered and experienced them in that way. Must’ve been one of many hook-ups. But I remember the feeling. The feeling of being submitted to someone. Letting their hand to caress my face, their fingers to tease my lips, and allowing them inside my mouth. Muffling my moans and making me gag deep in my throat.

Warming up my mouth for the workout I will endure and opening wide to service them. I like being of service, I like being obedient, I like doing as I’m told. I love when they alternate between shoving their fingers in my mouth and gently slapping me. Telling me what a good, obedient slut I am. Pat on my head. Gentle slaps on my cheek. Makes me feel like I’m a good boy. Like I’ve done a good thing. Like when I used to get good grades at school, a model student. “Good boy,” “good pig,” “good slut” or so I’ve been told. 

I like it, especially when there’s eye contact. Them looking down at me and me looking up at them. There is a certain mutual understanding at that moment: the agreement that I am under their control, that I surrender to them, that I worship them, and that doing as I’m told is my one and only option. 

I like it when I get their fingers nice and wet after gagging on them for a while, and they proceed to gently take them out, teasing my lips along the way, and slowly dragging them down my body, through my chest and down my torso, not knowing where they will ultimately finish their journey. 

Will they partake in a handjob? I love a handjob. Controversial, but I actually much prefer a handjob over a blowjob. Will they get my hole nice and wet? Getting it ready for what’s cuming next? Starting with one, then two, then three, then four fingers… Don’t think I’ve ever done five. Wouldn’t that be considered fisting? 

I also love a good slap on my ass, as they gently tease my hole with their fingers, and they grab my cheeks with their hands and rub them all over. I love that feeling. The feeling of being useful: something they use to play with and get themselves off. A trophy boy. Someone whose ass looks good in a jockstrap, fetches them a beer, and lights up their cigarette after they’re done. 

I love when they take care of me too. When they run their fingers across my chest, and play with my nipples… that drives me crazy. When they alternate between nipple play and shoving their fingers in my mouth and down my throat. Until my muffled moans gets louder and I feel the rush of what’s cuming. Then a gentle slap or two on my cheek, so as to congratulate me for doing a good job, and a kiss with a lot of tongue.

karlomartinezg.com

Favourite Horny Song | “Lights On” by FKA TWIGS
Written by Ebony Osaz

FKA Twigs' "Lights On" is a sensuous exploration of love, sex, and vulnerability. The lyrics delve into the delicate balance between trust and intimacy, creating a narrative that unfolds in the soft glow of vulnerability.

“When I trust you, we can do it with the lights on

When I trust you, we'll make love until the morning

Let me tell you all my secrets in a whisper till the day's done”

Throughout the song, Twigs masterfully intertwines the themes of love and sex, portraying them as symbiotic elements of a profound connection. The allegory of doing it with the lights on signifies a desire for transparency and authenticity in the relationship, embracing both the flaws and beauty that come with openness. It’s a metaphor for letting a partner or intimate companion see the different sides of you that others won’t be able to see.

I think this song is so romantic. It gives me butterflies a little. Reflecting on my own journey with intimacy and relationships: most of them are in the dark or end up with the lights off. Not even on some insecure shit, it just happens that way. But there’s something so beautiful about the thought of embracing your partner with the lights on and just seeing all of them.

No rush, no shame, no judgement.

The final line in the chorus is what gets me the most. It’s like the ultimate pillow talk line after the deed has been done, and it’s just us laying in the sheets. "Let me tell you all my secrets" not only opens a door to emotional vulnerability but also implies a level of trust that allows for unabashed honesty. That’s the time we get to just cuddle and joke around. Then the “whisper till the day’s done” line just adds a sweet and clandestine touch, emphasizing the privacy and sacredness of shared confidences. Ugh, romance. I love it!

Ebony Osaz
X: 3hollor

Favourite Moment That Makes Me Horny
Written by Christian

I give myself time at night to become in tune with myself, to explore how I am feeling in that moment. Feeling a potential for excitement, I want to pull something out of myself. A horny energy needs to be released. 

Red light on. Headphones over my ears. 

I create a horny atmosphere for myself. The crimson lighting creates deep shadows I can fall into while highlighting the form of my body. Starting with an intense silence, music begins to fill my ears and ultimately the space. Deep, dark, sexy rhythms pulling energy from the pit of my stomach to my limbs. The first part of my performance is undressing.

Close my eyes. 

I have aphantasia. Other than sound, I cannot imagine any of the senses in my mind. There are no images, scents, tastes, or sensations. It gives me the opportunity to enter a dark but freeing void. With distractions gone, I focus on how and what I feel. The red light penetrates through my eyelids, intensity fluctuating as I turn my body. I exercise my muscles. Tightening. Flexing. Stretching.

Dancing alone naked.

Music going and my body moving, excitement and energy builds. I am dancing for myself. I’m guided by the rhythm and do what feels right in the moment. I push my body - it is not a calm event but rather a time to work on myself. I have to tease out the energy I feel brewing within me. Humming, I feel the vibrations within my head and follow them down my body - the heat intensifies. 

Moving my body until I have sweat dripping down my back.

Caressing myself, my hands glide smoothly over my glistening surface. Reaching the climax of the night, sensations have been amplified while in the darkness of my mind. Muscles are tired, I am out of breath, and my cock is hard. The initial feeling I had has been pulled out of me, and with my body fully stimulated, I’ve satisfied my horny craving.

Aquarian Heart
Written by Mulu

My tinder bio says that my turn ons are methodological doubt and a theory of state. I suppose that was written partly in jest, but also in the bitter sobriety of a lifetime spent longing for a partner in thought. I get horny at precise yet playful descriptions of experience, at a theory of mind that hungers for particularity, while embracing what may be uncovered with the abstract conviction of a shared humanity, an unrelenting brotherhood / fellowship of the copresent. 

A very good friend of mine, a primatologist by training and the best study of the human condition I have ever known, took a markedly deep sigh of accomplishment on the day I told her I had a twin who had been miscarried. The reason for her sense of relief was that she felt she had finally found a cause to attribute to the fraternity she saw as the most fundamental object of my desire. Get me near an aquarian heart, a taurean palate and the definite integrity of a martian will and I become quite insolvent.

Mulu
@gloriamulundi

Favourite Horny Place | The Massage Table
Written by John Thai

To rub, or to be rubbed? Either works, and both intimate rituals are gratifying in their own right. I have strong hands that seem to make their way to places that feel good. Friends and lovers alike will attest to my near psychic ability of finding where that is — I guess I’m a giver sometimes. But it’s the feeling of my hard cock firmly pressed under my body weight on the massage table that really makes me horny.

Alex was my masseuse for many years. He was a gorgeous, muscular, tattooed daddy with furry muscular forearms and a deep voice. He’d invite me into his place, offer me compliments on my wide frame, and have me do some mobility stretches before getting to work. It always felt professional and sporty at the beginning. But as soon as his rough hands made contact with my naked sore body, I’d be rock hard.

Massages from him were agonizing, deep, and would sometimes elicit streams of drool from with my mouth, agape in my breathing hole as I held back cries of pain. I liked it. He was often shirtless and wearing tight underwear, manoeuvring his muscular frame around the table, intentionally caressing his thick bulge on my hands and face as he ground away at my aching muscles with his thick hands and heavily tattooed arms.

Sometimes he would rest his cock in my cupped hand while he went to work. Others, he would pull his daddy dick out and fuck my mouth while he rubbed my upper back. His hands always found themselves in my inner thighs, grazing my balls making my cock leak and pulse. I loved when he reached under and pulled my hard cock downward so he could tease me while he rubbed my glutes. My first time on his table, he before flipped me over on my back and gripped my hard shaft with his oily, slick hands and exclaimed in his deep voice “Wow. That’s a fucking thick cock!” as he stroked me with his expert hands.

His warm, wet mouth met my cock moments later and i watched in a delirious state of relaxation as he joyously throated and jerked me until I shot a hot load on his face and hairy chest. As you can imagine, we developed a rapport. It always included oral. Sometimes he would get on the table and I would fuck him. There were many memories made on that massage table — all of which ended happily and hornily.

John Thai
Instagram: @__johnthai

Favourite Horny Song: Reel Around The Fountain by The Smiths
Written by Lukas Brull

I’m not used to using the same part of my brain that gets horny, to appreciate any kind of art, and that’s why it was such a big deal when I finally experienced this for the first time. It happened when I listened to ‘Reel Around the Fountain’ by The Smiths, off their first record, and it served the role of being the only song about lust and romance that I’d ever related to as a young gay man.

The voice in the song perfectly encapsulates the thoughts of all young, lonely gay boys who seek protection from older, stronger and more experienced sexual partners. Beyond this, I think it so successfully describes how a man could feel like ‘home’ to someone who is in the midst of so much uncertainty and insecurity while navigating their identity.

It's so funny how many people listen to the smiths and are just unable to understand how truly homoerotic this song is. The lyrics are just as sensual as they are unstable, like “meet me at the fountain, slap me on the patio, I’ll take it slowly,” and “15 minutes with you, I wouldn’t say no, people see no worth in you, but I do.”

These lines are so sexy to me, particularly because they align so well with the style I took to developing crushes when I was younger - on older men who would never let me in, or give me more than 15 minutes of their time. These were the guys who I believed were hiding the greatest and most powerful love, and the feeling of safety they provided for me in bed was so well accommodated by their bear-like traits; big, muscular, hairy... it just worked.

The first guy I ever had these feelings for, I never even saw the inside of his house, and we’d only meet in his car, but I can’t begin to explain the highs this brought to my life even though the lows were another story. I would get into the habit of attaching all these godly images to him as a way of filling gaps that his inconsistency and disconnection left me with. It's still a valuable thing to be able to see someone deeper than they will ever see themselves.

There’s something about being a young gay man that offers an interesting outlook on love and connection - you go through your childhood and teenage years feeling as though you’re not good enough to fit in, and then you come out just to realise that even the Gay Community itself is like high school; and there’s a mainstream you have to try to fit in with. It's literally impossible to NOT start questioning, at one point, how desirable you are as a person.

It makes sense why people, such as myself, would fall into the trap of thinking love and attention is something you need to earn, because we’ve internalized how easy it is for us to be disliked by those who don’t get us. That's also why It feels like such a compliment to get attention from people who don’t really care about you beyond a hook up, especially when it's coming from people older and more experienced than you who would have less reason to want to hang out with some twink. It’s like “oh my god, you gave me a chance, thank you”.

Growing up and building a sense of self-worth has cheapened the effect of these infatuations in my life, but whenever I hear this song, it brings back the memories of experiencing intense desire for the first time. Even though I know how those feelings were misplaced (to say the least), I’ll never shake the lingering excitement and horniness that came with this initial notion of connecting with someone.

Lukas Brull
Instagram: @Grumpytruckk
Spotify: Grumpy Truck

Favourite Horny Holiday | Halloween
Written by Cody Silver

Halloween makes me horny…but let me assure you that my interest is more than the raucous parties and skimpy costumes. It's about the transformative power of the season, its rituals, and how it's woven itself into the fabric of my queer identity.

As a kid, I'd approach houses with a mix of shy excitement and nervous anticipation. A timid knock, a doorbell chime, and then... a world unveiled. The door would open and I'd be met with a smile and curious glance. My ill-fitting costume would earn me a sweet reward, and with it, a glimpse into a different reality. Was that a collection of dusty trophies in the corner? A glimpse of worn-out shoes by the door, hinting at adventures unknown? Maybe a massive library of books, sparking a flurry of questions in my curious mind. Each tiny interaction, a peek into someone else's life, filling my world with an intoxicating sense of possibility. I’d collect my treats, walk away, and ponder.

And even now, that feeling of stepping into the unknown, albeit in a hornier way, still resonates with me. That’s half the fun of a hook up, right? It’s your own interior design tour, an invitation into someone else’s life just for that hour (or two if you’re lucky). The costume I wear may not always be physical, and the thrill of stepping outside my comfort zone remains. In this adult playground, my "performance" takes a different form, and the underlying desire for connection persists.

The sugary rush of trick-or-treating may have evolved into a different kind of exhilarating buzz, but the essence of the experience remains unchanged. I think fondly of the nights after a massive haul and trading stories and sweets with friends…though now we share stories of who’s the
faceless top that’s 125 feet away or which neighborhood has the randiest residents.

It's the feeling of being an observer, an outsider looking in, yearning to be part of something bigger. To gain access to these hidden worlds, I still have to put on a mask, figuratively speaking, and knock. The playful costumes of my youth allowed me to explore a kaleidoscope of identities, to push the boundaries of who I could be. While the stage may have changed, the desire to step into another's story, to be someone's fleeting fantasy, THAT is what makes Halloween so horny to me. Trick or treat.

Cody Silver
Instagram: Silver.cody

What Makes Me Horny Today?
Written by Julien A

It is hard to feel horny, in a world marked by international conflicts, dehumanization of social relationships, free access to porn or sex anywhere, artificial intelligence which distorts reality, social networks which encourage the quest for perfection and performance at all costs, etc.

I am an "old fashioned guy", preferring the real meeting (which offer an equation with many unknown parameters), over the digital fantasies distorted by a list of criteria completed on registration forms supposed to facilitate the meeting of “supply and demand”.

To define in one word what makes me horny is called DESIRE.

Nothing is "better" than letting desire be created, developed, and experienced. Giving time is essential to build desire. Everything is going too fast today, we have forgotten what seduction is, the excitement of the unknown: because of sex apps and the consumption of free porn at all hours, we have lost the notion of waiting and desire.

Before the internet, meetings were only possible by daring to leave the house, mingle with others, try the unknown. To access porn, we had to go to specialized sex stores. The process of purchasing a porn VHS tape contributed to desire and pleasure, because you needed to save money first, and to patiently select the films wanted: the moment of viewing the tape was “in itself” a “moment in time”. These films, which lasted 3 to 5 hours, were not just an accumulation of sex scenes. There was a long scenario, playing on the alchemy of bodies, provoking desire, and excitement.

Desire can be everywhere.

What could be “hotter” than the vision of a beach in summer, with bodies tanned by the sun, dripping with sweat, with the sight of speedos containing “forbidden fruits”?

What could be more “exciting” than a locker room, with masculine scents, full of briefs, jockstraps, socks, sneakers left loose by men full of testosterone after a good workout, who end up in collective showers?

What could be more “attractive” than eyes contacts in a disco, bodies in trance getting closer, lips touching for the first time, without knowing who is top or bottom, just allowing the pheromones expressing themselves, forgetting for a moment everything around to concentrate on the attraction and the desire?

And what about furtive encounters in a bar, a park, a street, a waiting room, a train, a plane: let your instinct take the lead, feel the chemistry of bodies and souls, take time to forget everything for a minute, an hour, a day, a month, a year, an eternity, to become again simple human beings, united by a common desire?

And, for those who already experienced a photo shoot with the talented Christopher V. Sherman, nothing is more exciting than the way this talented photographer looks at you, your face, your body, your attitude servicing his artistic desires.

Desire makes me horny!

Julien A
Instagram: @julescab

Favourite Horny Movie | Ben Hur
Written by Matthew Chiu

Technically it’s not ranked as my favourite movie, but there is one film in particular that I can clearly recall being the genesis of my gay sexual desire from a very young age.

I grew up in a religious household and every once in a while my parents, my dad in particular, loved watching the 1959 film, “Ben-Hur”.  Set in biblical/ancient times, there are many scenes of barely clothed muscular men, depicted as slaves, soldiers, chariot racers, Jewish and Roman characters, and many other unspecified roles and ethnicities. I highly suggest giving it a watch if you have 3.5 hours to enjoy this epoch.

In one scene in particular, the lead, played by Charlton Heston, is shown strapped to a wooden restraint or stocks, limiting his movement while he was called to trial for his wrong doings. The way his handsome face twisted in agony, and his lean muscular body writhed in discomfort, I was inexplicably aroused and captivated. Seeing a grown man, barely clothed, sweating and restrained made me feel things I had never felt before. I barely had words to describe the curiosity and intrigue. I was probably between the ages of 4 and 6 years old.

In my maturity, I believe the exposure to such depictions of men has only reinforced my homosexual desires, especially with regard to BDSM and kink. The dynamics of dominance and submission, and role play speak deeply to sexual desires.

Give me a handsome, sweaty, muscular man any day.

Matthew Chiu
Instagram @chiubetterwork

Horny Words of Wisdom
Written by Juan Salcito

A cock in the hand is worth two with a bush

Juan Salcito
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Nympholepsy
By: Silvio Tonie

You said to let it all wash over me–
Let the Naiads carry me out to sea
And the words like waters will flow

For the waters are always whispering–
A reminiscence of sweet remembering
Of everything a poem could be–

All of it–you feel and see
It could be an hour or a day
It’s a shared smile as you stray

It’s one of those subtle glances–
That leads to quick advances
It’s the late-night pelvic dances

It’s the thrill in taking chances–
Each time you birth romances
It’s when you drop all the covers–

It’s the learning of new lovers
In a growing legion of brothers–
It’s the state that one discovers–

The birthplace of Aphrodite–
No heaven high and mighty–
But one that’s of our body

It’s the rare glare of clarity–
When all sings as it should be–
Composed in a poetic harmony–even in the entropy

When tides inevitably ebb–It’s the communing of design
It’s when you find your pen in time
To jot-down an age-old paradigm–

The waters that bore us we become–
The self dissolves–into the love–
That moves the stars and the sun

It’s these remnants–
When their visions–
Are done

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