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Stranded, no rules? Thea laughed, sipping her water. “Wild. You gotta get creative to survive.” Jon raised an eyebrow, sitting beside her. “Creative, huh? Sounds like a story.” Adam grinned. “Let’s just say we kept each other… entertained.” Nate chuckled. “Oh, I bet. Spill it.” Thea leaned back, a familiar sparkle in her eyes. “What happens on a deserted island stays on the island, right?” Jon’s gaze darkened, intrigued. “Not always. I’m into stories like that. Ever try an orgy? Threesomes, foursomes… gets the blood pumping.”

They both feel an undeniable attraction towards each other from the moment they've met and they quickly give in to their desires but what will happen when young girls start to get missing and found dead in the woods and HE becomes a suspect? Dear shy, sexy professor A Forbidden love story between Professor Alexander Morero, a 35 years old teacher who teaches Italian language & History at Bedrock university, LA, California and his new student, 20 year old, Jessica Hudson. *#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#* Bonus story: My boyfriend's uncle Introduction: He knew he was in trouble. She was the girlfriend of his nephew, and she was off-limits. But he couldn't help the way he felt when he was

Moon, Sky and Lexi. 46 “We are so old school that we are beyond the point of understanding how new world works, how the society works now”. Jake held Alexander in his arms, cradling him to his chest. “When Noah came to us and told that he is gay, that he has no interests in women, it was a shock to us at that time. Back then, no one would even imagine their children to fall in love with same gender. Our relatives, our friends, not all, but mostly left us at the revelations. We had to lose some of our potential clients too. At that time we thought maybe we are doing wrong by supporting him.

I leaned back in my big leather chair and let out a slow breath, noticing that the office felt too quiet without him. Aiden. He was pretty. With that gentle face and that hidden body whuch I caught glimpses of when his clothes shifted just right. It had been months of this. Moths of torture just looking at him and wanting him from the shadows. And I wanted him so bad it hurt. But I kept it locked down. All of the feelings. He didn't know I was gay. Hell, I didn't even know if he was and that was why I was still brooding over this instead of making a move.

I tickle his muscles with my toes and he gives me an indulgent smile. I am still reeling at the fact that I am here with them and it doesn't feel as if it's anything new. It feels as if this is the most normal thing in the world. We talk about this and that and Aly wants to know about my stay at the St Paul's Rehabilitation Center and I tell them everything and they laugh when I mimic how Padre Martinez and the others would preach to us and how I told them that I am gay and even made out with a gay man who had been brought to “pray the gay out of him" (they laugh at that) and how I made sure that I was a menace to a point that I had to be thrown out.

NATALIE'S POV The garage beneath our apartment building was dim and quiet, the kind of late-night hush that made every small sound feel louder than it should. I sat behind the wheel of my car, the engine still ticking as it cooled down. My heart was pounding hard, and the short drive home from the bar had done nothing to calm the fire that had been building between my legs all night. The stranger’s words kept looping in my head, low and filthy, whispered right against my ear while we waited for drinks: “I’d bend you over right here if I could, pretty girl.”

Who cares, though? Cain doesn't think I'm a weirdo like everyone else. I've been living with confusing fantasies in my head since puberty. They never involved my own father—ever—just a faceless authority figure. A man who would discipline me and love me unconditionally at the same time. He's not faceless anymore. It's Cain who gives me that. My fantasies are no longer these moving images I have to lock away. They're shared. I get to act them out.

Ch-1 --------------------- [Warning: this story is in the 'incest' category. As a result, the mother and son in this tale might have a relationship which you might find unsettling. At the end, when they kiss each other goodnight, neither of them has to go to another bedroom. The father already sleeps there.]

Especially Jake and Tyler. They were the closest to my brother. They were also the ones who gave me wet dreams. I noticed the way their gazes lingered on my legs whenever I wore shorts, the way they intentionally brushed past me whenever we passed each other in the kitchen. The tension was electric and I didn't know what to do with all that without seeming desperate. So like the normal person I was, I found solace in watching p**n. It was my guilty pleasure that no one knew about. And I didn't intend to let anyone know that I got myself off by watching other people getting fucked.

They will be mentioned and you will definitely see them again, but their main story will be a completely different one. I hope you guys will enjoy The Kingpin's Obsession as much as I'm currently enjoying writing it...well, it's kinda a dark romance, so there's also a lot of trauma involved...but I hope you guys will like it just as much as you like Kim and Kit! Thank you once again for being so supportive of my LGBTQ+ stories and I hope you guys love reading them as much as I'm loving writing them! Thanks and happy reading! Lovage!!!!