Simon and I serve you as loyal slaves. I failed in my task of nursing your favorite slave Simon back to health until your return. Nevertheless, Simon and I have become friends. Finally, you are back, and our withdrawal has come to an end.
Ron and Tony have a serious discussion about where their relationship is and where it may go. They recieve a surprise reception when returning to Ron's room.
Simon and I serve you as loyal slaves. You urgently need to go on a trip and my task is to nurse your favorite slave Simon back to health until your return. This is more difficult than anticipated, as Simon is also emotionally hurt.
Simon and I serve you as loyal slaves. You urgently need to go on a trip and my task is to nurse your favorite slave Simon back to health until your return. So far, Simon and I have become friends during your absence.
The door to Ansh’s apartment clicked shut, and Rishav was immediately pressed against it, Ansh’s mouth crashing down on his. This wasn’t like the hotel. This was different. This was Ansh’s space, his territory, and the air was thick with the promise of total ownership.
My name is Marvin, and I often fantasize about having a master. My master would surely have many slaves, and sometimes I worry about how that would feel. This romantic story is about the dynamic between two slaves.
He broke the kiss, his forehead resting against mine, water dripping from both our faces, but it was me that went to my knees first. And holy God what a big thick dick. It was long, like a pole, hard and sticking straight up.
This sexy story is a searing psychological drama about the desperate search for genuine connection, the twisted lengths people will go to for love, and the explosive consequences when the line between family, friendship, and obsession is utterly erased.
Rishav was scrolling, a bored, lonely flick of his thumb through a grid of faceless torsos and vague bios on Grindr, messages blurred together into a monotonous loop of disinterest. Ansh... oh god, Ansh...
This time, the plan was flawless. He would draw Tarzan into a deep, final confrontation. He would succeed. He would capture his nemesis and eliminate him, and only then would Mkuu decide the fate of that spoiled, tempting little piece of meat—the twink of a cumdump, James.
He licked his lips, his blue eyes raking over my chest when he made a sound. I looked down at my pecs, still impressive and hard, muscled from good genes and hard gym time. I made them flex, then dance and he let out a soft “Fuck me.” While my brain screamed I will, I managed to speak. “Your turn.”
Tim and Travis wrap up their camping trip with the Reynolds as they hurry to return home. They then follow Elijah to retrieve his things from his former campus. Along the way, Tim and Travis find some inspiration and also learn that inspiration sometimes lies in the eye of the beholder.
Our last night in Luigi's home before the trip to Europe. I met Gideon (cancer patient) and son Simon. Simon and I went to Luigi's for some "fun". Our last night with everybody else on the farm with a braai, an orgy of note and then off to the airport to Johannesburg and then London. Met George on board the A380, had an experience to remember!
Makuu took the leopard loincloth from him and released his 9-inch cut cock. Its veiny head throbbing. His devilish grin even bigger. He walked behind his captive prey.
I’ve gotten fitter while chasing release in the park toilets, but nothing prepared me for walking in on my old friend Raj being sucked off by Nate, the man who once had me too. Shock gives way to temptation as friendship and desire collide in a stall that leaves nothing private.
The weather is good and the sun shining and so, after an early breakfast in bed, Nat and Craig get in some exercise: a run round the Promenade deck followed by some time in the gym. The blond guy just happens to wander into the gym again as they work out...
"This is you,” he whispered, his forehead resting against mine as he moved inside me. He stilled me, forcing my body to relax, his rhythm now a desperate but forceful deliberate reclaiming. “This, right here.” His hand gripped my pectoral muscle, his fingers outlining my heart. “This is mine. Remember? He cannot touch this."