...our witness, one Edward Littleton, was as gay as Elton John's handbag.
Reji kissed him again. “Maybe...for now, healer. But later, I might need your help.” “Oh? For a medical condition?” “Yes. I have this really hard....” “Hard...?” Kei murmured, teasing Reji’s nipple through his shirt. Reji’s voice ...
The craft of a master is not imposing dominance, but winning submission.
I wished, more than anything, to forget. But what I had, more than anything, was time to remember.