Sexual orientation is a controversial topic and everyone is allowed to have their own gender preference.Monica James is a student at Brown university and goes through a series of episodes as she tries to figure out her sexual pleasures and what works for her matters of the bedroom.She is gorgeous and well mannered and this brings alot of suitors at her door.

He eased his fingers inside me and kept fingering me before he stopped and I heard the moist squelch of a cock being played with. The wet proof of my need was what he was using, this realization turned my longing feral. i was tipped over the edge of control , awaiting him to enter me. He pinned me gently in his frame, and i felt him ease himself inside me. The first thing that caught my eye was the thickness of his junk. He dragged the tip across my slick folds and he went in slowly.I felt the tight pull of my walls before surrendering into his fullness. My climax hovered, trembling on the edge, him slowly guiding the fullness of his hardness in me. He kept going until his impressive thickness was inside me and damn! it was phenomenal. My mouth was lost against the fabric, moans slipping through as he pulled himself almost entirely out and then thrust his hardness inside me, harder this time. One palm claimed my ass, squeezing, while the other gripped the sheets near my shoulder. My walls gripped him as he plunged deep, our hips colliding in rhythm, moans and the drenched sounds of his groin meeting my ass cheeks were the only voices heard in that room

Damian didn’t flinch when Isabella shoved him. Her palm pressed against the hard wall of his chest, but he didn’t stumble back. He only looked down at her, that infuriating smirk curving at the edge of his mouth, as though her fury amused him. “Get out of my father’s house,” she hissed, her voice low and trembling with rage. He leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear. “Your father’s house?” His words were a blade wrapped in velvet. “Little dove, your father is gone. And all that’s left is what I decide to take.” She slapped him before she even realized she’d moved. The sharp crack echoed off the wood-paneled walls of the study. Her hand stung, but she didn’t care. For the first time since the blood on the marble floor, she felt alive. Damian didn’t strike back. He only caught her wrist in a bruising grip, forcing her palm flat against the wall behind her. His body caged hers, heat and danger radiating from him in waves. His dark eyes searched hers, unblinking, as though he could see every secret she was trying to bury beneath her grief. “Careful,” he murmured, his voice sinking lower, darker. “Keep playing with fire, Isabella, and you’ll find out how easily it burns.” Her breath caught, but she didn’t look away. “Then burn me.” Something broke between them in that instant—the fragile line between hatred and desire snapping clean through. Damian’s mouth crashed against hers, bruising and merciless, swallowing the gasp that tore from her throat. His hand slid to her throat, not choking, but holding her in a grip that told her she wasn’t in control anymore. The kiss was war. Violent, consuming, neither of them willing to surrender.

Before the world he lies,hollow, He who stands tall for all to see He who speaks with a stark,confident voice He who is loved ,praised He whose very existence is a falsehood, A falsehood that goes unquestioned... As he walks in his clothes , They walk in his body He who is...... ****** Michael James despite him being a bartender was also a poet.This gave him a mysterious character.I love mystery...He wreaked of adventure and boy..I wasn't ready for him.......

''You know that dress is quite inappropriate for the office'' Jordan rebuked me as i held tightly onto his tie. He was just too dreamy although he was my boss and all. ''Are you going to make me take it off now, sir..''