Was I in love? Yes. I was in love once with a savage, a vampire, an engine between my legs that guzzled gasoline as much as Gatorade and good, good times. I was in love with a man where the money was nothing in comparison to the time. I was in love with a vodka martini, stirred and with a twist. The problem? I was a Manhattan with extra cherries. I was simply a dog trying to lick the sweat between my lover’s toes. I was an animal. I was hunted… No, I wasn’t. I wasn’t.
The story revolves around four middle-aged men who have known each other since high school... What will these four main characters do in their respective destinies? The story begins with Tsai Wei-chia, one of the four main characters nicknamed "Canned" who attempts suicide by overdosing on pills in a motel.
In the bruised-purple bedroom, Harold (72) and Elena (54) kneel, rope-burned and paddle-marked. Braids, collar, sippy cup, duck blanket, Goodnight Moon surround them. “I’m only lovable when little,” she sobs. “When Daddy,” he chokes. Pull-ups, journal confessions: I’ll die mid-story. They make love—tears, Daddy, Harold braided. Aftercare: salve, shared sips, blanket-cape. Miso purrs. Tomorrow: burnt toast, crayons, rituals. They stay—leaky, creaky, little, big—choosing each other daily.
A story in the Lesbian Romances Universe
In a dim record shop, a dropout clerk and a brilliant pre-med junior orbit each other through jazz and snow for one winter, trading mixtapes and almosts until her hand finally slides into his (cool at the tips, then burning). Their first kiss tastes like cherry balm and tomorrow. But tomorrow ends in May, when her dream pulls her to Baltimore and his stays behind with a pair of green gloves and a mixtape titled “Almost, but not quite.” A tender, aching love letter to the ones that almost were.
The world is ending in hellflame, and Lucifer has captured the love of her life; a man whose loyalty to his heavenly father might cost the demon everything she has sacrificed. Written as a love letter to all the masochists and sadists who kneeled before the altar of a hollow, ruthless god.
At a glittering yokai gala built on money and pretense, Jason Nishi arrives with one quiet purpose: her. One dance rekindles everything they tried to bury... and a single step into the shadows threatens to turn longing into something far more dangerous.
Jake is setting up your not so average stream in his living room, but for him it's average. Jake, already naked and ready greets his viewers with his naked form, caressing his firm balls while jacking his thick cock. Then running his hand from his balls up his firm toned muscles, massaging his abs and pecs while jacking himself off for his viewers.
From the Crazy in Carson saga Be warned, this one is very sad. It's the story of my relationship with my fiance, Lisa Brambles. Every moment I got with her is a precious memory of mine that I wouldn't trade for anything.
A story in the Lesbian Romances Universe
In moonlit Aeltharion’s grove, archer Lirael Silverthorn seeks a starbloom’s wish, but meets enchantress Vaelindra Nightbreeze—gossamer-clad, jasmine-scented desire. Their kiss ignites; silk and leather shed. Lirael kneels, tongue lapping slick heat until Vaelindra shatters in ecstasy. Vaelindra reciprocates, fingers curling deep, lips sucking until mutual release pulses through them. The starbloom flares brighter, binding their surrender under eternal stars.