Novel & Cerita Male Writer

The steamy air of the sauna enveloped Professor De as he cautiously entered the room, his eyes darting around the space filled with half-naked men relaxing on the wooden benches. De, a tall and lean man in his early thirties, was known for his intellect and handsome features, but he harbored a secret – he was a closeted gay man who longed to peek at the bulges of his fellow gym-goers.

Maybe, it's because of 'Heather's' lingering feelings towards him. 'That's right. These feelings could be hers.' Once I've thought like this, I calmed my heart that's in turmoil earlier. When he leaned in earlier, I can faintly smell his cologne which he always wear. It is a cool mint mixed with the fragrance of a vivid flower. It's not suitable for boys to wear such colognes with a flowery fragrance, unexpectedly it smells great on him. 'Maybe because he's the male lead?' The perks of being the main character.

" I am an Alpha male, and you are my mate. The thought of another man touching you drives me insane." "So what if I have had sex with a hundred men? Would that change your mind about me?" "No, so long as you promise me from here forward, it will only be just you and me, and I will give you the same commitment." Though the thought of my little mate with another man had me wanting to cut the dick off of every man in the place, but I had no right to judge her given my body count. "I was there working on a case." "So you're like a detective or something?

They were all different people with different personalities and from different walks of life but they all had one thing in common—- they're all males! Oh yes, the rumors going round that M.J Tech does not employ female workers are now as good as confirmed. From the moment she stepped into the building up till now, she has not seen a single female worker and she has seen quite a number of staff members. Right from the security guards, to the four receptionists at the large reception desk, to the janitors she saw cleaning the hallways, to the secretary, to the interviewees, the passers-by, to the waiter that served coffee...every single one is a male!

"Miss Whitfield, since you're asking for an interview with me, you must want something from me, right? As long as you give me a good night, as long as your request isn't excessive, I'll agree to it." Eleanor pretended not to hear and calmly continued with the interview questions. "Writer Vane, you write men's fiction — what's your opinion on the genre?" "Men's fiction is pretty good," Writer Vane said solemnly. "When I write, I always think it through. Uh, how should I put it — let me give you an example. When I write a passionate scene, my blood surges!" I will endure this! Eleanor continued, "Some say online men's fiction is too immoral — the male lead has more than a dozen women, all of t

However, I refuse to believe that any grown male-werewolf does cry, as he had said. Werewolves are strong. Especially, male werewolves that have attained a certain level of longevity are even stronger, faster, and more violent than any other. More reasons why there are more male Alphas than female Alphas in the history of werewolves. For centuries, authority has never been ruled by gender but by how strong, fast, and how powerful are deemed fit to rule. Now, how possibly can I believe Edgar?… That those scary bulging eyes of a tiger that many grown male-werewolf possesses which glows dangerously in the dark do cry in secret.

And unmistakably male. Alexander's cock was rock-hard beneath his shorts, the impressive length of it pushing against the fabric. My body responded instantly, a rush of heat flooding between my legs.

I chuckle lightly before I slip off my sweatpants and jog out to the water. "How can you be comfortable swimming in that?" Elle asks me as she holds Rose."It's just like swim trunks," I shrug and run a hand through my hair. "Who dat?" Rose asks and points back out to the beach. I look at the tall guy standing on the beach. His hands are in the pockets of his slacks and he has on a black top. "Merda," I sigh once I realize who it is. Translations: Meraviglioso- wonderful

Raphael hasn't stopped scratching his ears and they are already bleeding. “That is the problem, Nate. It's not a she but a he. My mate is a guy. I am gay Nate and I know you hate gay people."

At least the married ones were honest. “So, everything I’ve heard about Italian men is true?” “Only the ones I met, and there were quite a few. I had a wonderful time in Italy, and the Parisian men don’t have a thing to be jealous about, Oui, oui! But none of the European imports sound nearly as interesting as your domestic mailman,” “He’s a Postmaster,” “Yeah, okay, whatever,” Karen smiled. “As long as he’s good at putting it into the right box,”