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I BECAME A GAY BECAUSE WOMEN ARE SCUM. “ I have heard of stories how a man will love a woman and do everything a woman will really want a man to do for her and at the end of the day, she will end up lying to him, cheating on him, and thereafter breaking up with her.” Jefsexy explains as the whole crowd now pays full attention to him.

“This is just role play. You do not need to be gay to play with gay men just let them see your dick or let them have naughty conversations with you and they pay. That is all.” “Okay then but if i am to do this, i would do it with someone that has enough money.” “Yes, of course. The goal is to get paid, instantly.” I took up my phone and started going through the sites of the gay men that accepted my friend request, looking for who looked to be the richest. “Hey Sam, how are you doing? Can we get to know each other better? You look so handsome on your page and I might have a thing or two for you, baby boy!”

You are being called a gay, it’s trending all over the internet, Sir. I clench my jaw. The word gay echoes in my mind, laced with the weight of what this will mean for the company, for me. This will spread like wildfire. I hang up and immediately pull out my phone, fingers flying across the screen as I open up social media. The notifications are relentless, but it’s the headlines that hit me hard; ** ’’Is Ethan Frost, CEO of Nexus Oil and Gas, Hiding His Sexuality?’’ ** ’’Billionaire Bachelor or Gay? Ethan Frost’s Secret Relationship with a Male Model Revealed.’’

I’m pretty sure I’ve been explicitly clear that Nate’s body is my preferred drug and my favourite kind of high. His eyes narrow and I clue into what he’s doing right before he says it. “You don’t want to have sex, Ava, you want to get fucked, don’t you?” Good grief, please, no one save me. Let it end like this. “Yes.” “Atta girl.” Nate yanks off his thin white T-shirt with one hand and discards it like a rag. The thing looked fatigued trying to hold in his muscles anyway. The shirt is probably relieved to be a crumpled mess on the floor. Sitting up, Finn presses his back against the headboard as he unbuttons his pants and frees his length. I swear it grows every time I see it. Because every

By a stroke of pure luck, Vanessa Summers gets a miracle job as the secretary of CEO billionaire handsome playboy, Orlando Phineas Jr. What started as a fertile working environment soon morphed into a hot passionate atmosphere where anything is allowed; no pants. Vanessa tries to keep it between her legs and Orlando struggles to keep it in his pants but they soon discover they're no match for unadulterated hot sex. ORLANDO PHINEAS JR. Now I'm sure you think you know how this story is going to start. You're probably thinking, "It's a CEO story. It's going to have the same old cliche beginning."

I asked, and sat next to him in nothing but my towel. “I’m checking the website Saoirse made for people to share their experiences with the Gayl police and Douchebag Matty,” he said. It must have been something since he barely looked at me when I came in. Normally, his eyes stick to me when I’m naked until he can properly seduce me. “What’s been said?” “He’s gotten some people to post good things about him,” Nate said. “I’m sort of impressed with his underhanded tactics. He’s not in my dad’s family’s league, but it looks like he paid for quality.”

Arriving in Surabaya, we rested at a cafe. There the LGBT Gang asked me to tell another story. And coincidentally, they asked me to talk about sex. "Tell me everything you know about sex," Leah said. "Yes, Lang, we want to know," said Gary. “We want to hear it,” said Tiffany to which Brittany agreed. I just had a dream about a prostitute, and now I've been asked what I know about sex. "Okay," I agreed.

Kathy, a 51 year old housewife becomes a sugar baby. Enjoy.. ******** My name is Kathy. This series of stories focuses on my most recent experience in pushing the erotic envelope. They are inspired by real life experiences, but are still largely a product of my imagination. In other words I took literary license to deviate a bit from actual events. What is authentic is the fact that at middle age I entered into a sugar baby lifestyle. The feelings and emotions I experienced are very real, even if I have altered the characters a tad.

I answered. “You should ask yourself, you're a pro at that. I bet your other partners wondered too,” she stared at her nails. “Callista Zeni,” I growled. "It's called 'post-nut clarity,' darling. Most men have it. Taye just happens to have a military-grade version of it." She leaned in, her turquoise eyes dancing with mischief. "Face it, Ly. For the first time in your life, you slept with someone and they didn't wake up obsessed with you. In fact, he looks like he’s already forgotten your name."

It took almost three hours of typing and his encouragement until I had fully unloaded my crappy life onto his shoulders. As he started to tell me more about himself, I found that he was a 55-year-old man who lived about five hundred miles away from me and had led a not dissimilar life. He had been married and divorced twice, and his current wife was not sexual at all. He had been using the chat room as an outlet for his sexual frustrations for two years now and occasionally wrote erotic stories for an online site. All his stories were about his fantasies of having sex with another man, although he claimed he had only tried it twice—neither time was all that satisfying. I asked him to direct