But hope feels like a fragile ember, flickering in a storm of darkness.

Oh, my poor sweet defiant boy…” I murmur, my breath hot against your skin, my voice sultry and filled with desire.

Now, onto our second spicy question: why do men care so much about their own penis? Interestingly, it’s not just about that mirror image

As I’ve grown older, I’ve found a delicious comfort in solitude.