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I turn around to meet his chest, and naughtily grabs his balls, "They're soft too." He groans when I cup them, "Don't do it. I still want kids." I ignore his warning and let them roll on my palm, just playing with them like they're two big marbles, "Gay dads are so hot." "Yeah?" "The whole thing about being masculine and sexy but you can't get your hands on them, or the fact they'll never be interested in you, makes them soooo much hotter." Then I realise he's semi-hard, again. But this time I'm not wearing make up, or have my hair curled, not even putting on the corset or fuck-me heels so what gives?

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I get it from the back of my head. One of them taps the sensor on his earpod and mumbles, then nods for me to get in. Calm, even though I’m freaking the hell out, I walk into the devil’s den. It's soaked in sin. Smoke, the stench of hard liquor, loud moans, and crazy music diffuse in the air. A section has big fishes gambling their lives away, another is for freaks lusting in orgy parties. “Camela?” A lady comes forward. She is exactly as the picture portrays. Sasha.

Familiar. Lily stiffened. “That’s Emma,” she whispered — her best friend. The one who knew nothing. The one who could walk in any second. They exchanged looks, three lives balanced on a knife’s edge, and for the first time, they all felt the same thing: fear not of desire, not of guilt — but of exposure. Damian stood, moved to the door, locked it quietly, heart pounding. “We’re out of time,” he said. And just like that, the walls that had held their secrets began to feel like a cage with no exits.

"He's not the type of man who would find himself in the wrong bedroom, or under the wrong covers, seeking a heat that doesn't belong to him. He is a pillar of virtue. He knows that secret sins are the heaviest burdens to carry." The double entendre was so thick it was a wonder the guests didn't choke on it. Ryder was vibrating with a primal, sexual energy. The way she was weaponizing his own faith against him, the way she was standing there looking like a virginal saint while speaking the language of a seasoned sinner, turned him on more than any physical touch could. He wanted to lunge across the table, rip that pink dress off her, and fuck her right there in front of the centerpieces and t

It was a very confident smile. “Trust me, there’s a market for things like that. Have you seen what teenage girls read these days?” Zach was confused by that. Surely teenage girls weren’t interested in reading stories about two men in sexual situations. He couldn’t see girls wanting to read that sort of thing. “Zach, gay erotica has a large female readership, it’s not just men reading it,” Meghan explained after glancing at his face. “Why do you think I’m always asking about Damien Black’s story?”

Today is April 1st popular my known as April fool, but I can't fool you, Diary. Often I have thrown around the idea that I might be homosexual. As is to be expected at my age, I was becoming very curious. I began my exploration by watching gay p**n and reading gay erotica. It got me off, but never as easy as heterosexual material did. Still, I kept going, often exploring my ass with lubed fingers, or a smooth object. I found that orgasms while stimulating my ass were fantastic. It was from this discovery that I formulated this fantasy. It involves a friend of Marcus.

Sienna took her nightgown and went back into the bathroom in a hurry and carefully. "Good night." She heard his steady footsteps and then the sound of him closing the door. The room lapsed into silence again. The mansion had excellent sound resistance, and no sound could be heard from his room even if he slept just next door. Sienna walked out of the bathroom, thought for a second, and opened her laptop. She went on a bookselling website and typed the word gay. There were hundreds of related books. Homosexual Subculture, Homosexual Psychology, Homosexual Study... Sienna added all of them into the cart and clicked purchase. Having done all of that, Sienna fell into her bed.

“Now ruin it.” He withdrew until just the tip remained, then slammed back in. A brutal, punishing thrust. Leila screamed, her nails digging into the leather. He set a relentless, rough pace, each drive a claim, each withdrawal a tease. The slap of his hips against her ass filled the room, a lewd percussion to their choked moans and filthy talk. “You like this?” he grunted, pistoning into her. “You like getting your ass fucked by a gay man?” “I love it!” she shrieked, pushing back against him. “Your cock is so deep! I can feel it in my guts!”

Not entirely, at least. Meanwhile, Liam stormed past us into the living room, muttering something about idiots and gay pheromones in the air. He had a pen behind one ear and what looked like script notes in hand, full of messy sketches. "Don't mind him," Grayson said, emerging from the hallway in gym shorts and an unbothered expression. "He's been obsessed with this new manhwa idea. It's BL." Caisen looked amused. "About time." "He says—and I quote—'I'm surrounded by so many damn gay people, if I publish even one of their stories, I'll be a billionaire.'"