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Jim had to be convinced, so Nick stroked his balls and pressed a knuckle into his perineum. He was rewarded with a grunt and a significant stiffening of Jim’s dick in his mouth.
To find out more about the Deeper Daily, go here. The moon was full that night. Perhaps this explains it. I’d come away for a few days to try and combat my writer’s block, and the night was so beautiful I had to go out and walk. Now, I didn’t consider myself a sexually confident woman, […]
So here’s a thing. We don’t censor our writers. We never have and we never will, and we feel passionately about this. When we posted our recent submissions guidelines, we received a rush of messages from erotica authors effectively saying, “We’re so glad you guys are open to submissions again! We so appreciate the way […]
We enjoy giving things that we love away for free. This way, the largest amount of readers possible have the opportunity to love that something as much as we do. In this instance: Benji Bright’s Boy Stories: 15 Quick and Dirty Gay Tales.
“…Everything in my life changed within a period of six months, from my sexuality to my spirituality to my relationships and to a general degree of happiness I’ve never felt before. And I think that all people have ‘transitions’ of some sort or the other throughout their lives, like getting sober or dealing with the death of a loved one or a chronic illness or just emotional growing pains.”
She turned up on my doorstep one Saturday asking to borrow some milk. As she giggled and explained, I took her in—the pigtails, the downy skin, the miniature body, the glossed lips, the blonde hair the color of wheat. A slip of a girl tempting me.
Raziel Reid’s book wasn’t written to explore the methods of self-love, but to portray what being a queer kid means to far too many of us in this world, and the sacrifices you have to make to love and live on the streets where “queer” is still seen as disposable, a plague to be cleaned up and prevented.
To find out more about the Deeper Daily, go here. It wasn’t the finest rollercoaster, but it always left me dripping. I’d go there once a week, paying a whopping entrance fee just for the teasing journey up to the highest summit, followed by the rollicking plummet that left my heart uphill and my screams […]
Click here to find out more about the Deeper Daily, or just keep reading! In Professor Stirling’s seminar, I’m hard as a bolt because she’s checking my translation. As she leans over me, I glance up and see the hollow of her throat, the redness of her lips, and, lower down, her big, tight tits. She wears these […]