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I said slowly, “is it about emotional connection… or physical desire?” Jeff paused. Just slightly. Then he answered carefully. “It can be interpreted both ways.” I hummed softly, pretending to think. “And what about forbidden attraction?” His eyes lifted from the page. “Forbidden?” he repeated. “Yes,” I said innocently. “Like when someone wants something they know they probably shouldn’t.” The silence stretched for a moment then Jeff closed the book gently. “That interpretation,” he said slowly, “would depend on context.” My heart fluttered. Oh yes.

Men don't have it that easy. “I want you to use me,” I said. “My mouth, though.” I doubt he could fuck me that well. The way he ate the cum from my pussy made me understand he might not be that straight. Bi men who eat cum only know how to work their dicks in their preferred hole. I didn't voice that out, though. He might still be in the closet, and it wouldn't do me any good to open it up and flash it on his face.

Most of them didn’t understand polyamory and thought it was group sex or having more than one girl on a string at a time, and that wasn’t what I was after. I wanted to expose the practice for what it was, not what people thought it was. I felt that I was learning something every day about it by reading books that talked about the subject. Who knew that A****n would be filled with books about Reverse Harem? They seemed to be a popular topic, and I must admit a few of them had me hot and sweaty at night with my hands in between my leg. Something that I regularly did, but never with no one in mind. He would be a hot guy, and he would want me, that was the only credential. Now, I couldn’t look a

The flirting. I am gay, incredibly gay that I make Barney straight. And living with a 6’2 foot of pure, pulsing beautifully sculpted man that god took his time making just infuriated the gay out of me given that he’s totally my type—physically anyways, the man is a pig.

In the past, my age gap stories have always been about Dominating older male and submissive younger female. With this book, I wanted to do the opposite of that: I wanted to see if I could engage readers in a story that challenges this popular trope. I thought it'd be fun to make the man the submissive. I usually enjoy stories like that. And I know many readers would love to see a silver fox on his knees! This book is for all my female Doms and submissive males! Here, you'll find a sassy, obsessive, jealous male sub and a selfish morally grey female Dom.

His eyes moved across the page, and I watched his expression shift from amused to confused and hungry. He laughed softly, pulling a pen from his pocket. "May I?" I nodded, unable to speak but drool from his captivating eyes. There was just something about his eyes that made me want to stay rooted to the spot like an obedient puppy. My to-do list Missionary (classic) Doggy style Oral (giving) Oral (receiving) Sixty-nine Getting fucked against a wall Getting fucked in a car Being fucked with handcuffs Trying anal sex Saying "I love you" during sex (even if fake)

His moans grew louder, unrestrained, echoing off the empty locker room walls. The quarterback pulled off Alex’s cock with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting his lips to the glistening head. “Look at you moaning like a whore. Bet you touch yourself thinking about guys like me, don’t you? Late at night in your dorm, fingering your own ass while pretending you’re straight.”

He’s always got his nose in a book—sometimes some classic, since he’s a lit professor, but just as likely a thriller, and he knows I love a good romance as much as he loves a good save-the-world-from-the-bad-guys adventure. Maybe the difference is that this is an erotic romance, and a kinky one at that? I jump up and try to snatch the book away from him, but it’s too late. He opens it at my bookmark, and begins to read out loud in a rich voice, like he’s reading Shakespeare. Oh, god. It’s the part where the hero gives the heroine a sexy spanking. Hearing Daddy read it is so embarrassing. Embarrassing, yet hot. My face burns, and I squirm from humiliation and horniness, pressing my thighs clo

You must read, so you'll know what we know. Loving books as she did, Madeleine had soon forgotten her disappointment. The private library was a wondrous hoard of knowledge, and as arousing in its way as the long, shared hours of yesterday. Each book was a classic of pornography. As she read — and read and read and read - Madeleine soon grew both learned and fevered. Every picture seemed to remind her of the touch of Delrina’s lips, or the way Laurelina’s fingertips could seek out, and find, the most discreet and receptive of pleasure-nodes, then tantalise them to the very edge of madness. Every line or paragraph of uncensored prose seemed to conjure up the taste of Nadia’s sweat.

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?”