Desmond Miracle の小説

Chapter 3: Openly Bisexual JasperHow can my bed feel so small? I am under the impression I could fall off the mattress at the slightest move. An arm is wrapped around my waist and I can feel someone's breath on my neck. My brain is trying to catch up on the current situation. Memories begin to come back in waves.Last night, the nightclub, too many drinks and that guy who kept humping me on the dance floor. My eyes slowly open, the sunlight doesn't help my migraine. Fúck, this is not my room and not my bed either. I tried to turn around and get a view of who was holding that firm grip on me. Brown messy hair, cute face and he is still asleep and everything comes flooding back to my memory about last night.I was looking for some company and thought there was no better place than a nightclub for that. My best friend Logan was going with his boyfriend again, something about a nice romantic dinner and I didn't feel like spending another Friday night alone in our shared apartment, So I

Chapter 2: He Is Not Really My Type BaronGrayson's father was a control freak who wanted to decide on his son's life, and who compensated for his absence by offering him whatever he wanted. While his mother enjoyed her time off her husband in a way that made him disgusted with women forever. I may never have had the latest video games devices or the best mobile phone when I was a teenager, but I had loving parents who were always there for me. They taught me the right things in life, and to stand up for my goals. But even if I never missed anything when I was younger, I knew how month ends could be difficult for my parents sometimes. How tired they could be of always working so much and never fulfilling their dreams to visit other countries because they just couldn't afford it. I planned my life, I worked a lot, I kept my grades excellent and once I graduated high school, I got a grant to study in a very nice university that had a partnership with another famous cooking school. It

Chapter 1: Cum For Me, Boys Baron The lights on the stage were dimmed, moaning and grunting filling the darkened room. You could cut the tension in the room with a knife, people holding their in anticipation and watching the ultimate part of the scene I was playing on the stage with two submissives. I can hear the sound of handjobs and blowjobs, making my dick painfully hard as a rock but I need toconcentrate. I needed to focus all my attention on the two boys, Ezra and Jacob. Both are getting real close to their climax and they have been so perfect that they deserve their release. The two submissives are hanging from the ceiling, blinded by a black cloth. I safely and as comfortably as possible tied up their forearms to their calves with long leather straps.Each side is fixed to two long chains which are joined at the center and through a thick metal ring that is hooked to a long chain hanging from the ceiling. I was able to move them and swing them as much as I wanted, without e