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“College DormUnderwear“ by Finn Donovan—a scandalously sexy collection of six erotic short stories that thrusts readers into the steamy, secretive world of collegiate dormitories, where kinky underwear fetishes, forbidden desires, and raw sexual tension ignite behind closed doors.
From shy freshmen discovering their deepest cravings to cocky jocks surrendering to unspoken temptations, this provocative anthology is packed with lust, seduction, and taboo encounters that drive boundaries and doubt expectations.
In “The Roommate’s Secret,” Jake stumbles upon his roommate Ryan’s stash of kinky underwear, sparking a pulse-pounding exploration of desire, control, and submission that neither can resist.
“The Hazing” plunges readers into a fraternity’s erotic initiation rituals, where humiliation and pleasure intertwine, blurring lines between coercion and consent as brotherhood bonds deepen in the most intimate ways.
Academics hold a backseat in “The Study Group” when a circle of friends swaps textbooks for fetish-fueled fantasies, exploring common kinks and forbidden pleasures that connect them together forever.
Power and temptation collide in “The Professor’s Fantasy,” as a young pr
I was walking the prison track on a sunny southern California day in 2006 when a friend I’ll contact Michael joined me. He looked fond of he could barely hold it together. His dark complexion was ashen, and there was dried toothpaste around his mouth. When I asked him how he was doing, it took a full four seconds before he answered.
“I’m going to destroy myself,” Michael said.
He said it matter-of-factly, but when I looked at him to see if he was joking, his shoulders were slumped, his top down, his eyes focused on the track immediately in front of him. I wondered if he had the same feeling I had, that any verbal misstep could end in disaster.
“Come on man,” I responded, with a lightness that I hoped hid the nervousness I felt. “Nothing could be that serious.”
“There’s a guy in my building that won’t leave me alone. He’s pressuring me to have sex with him.”
This threw me for a loop. I knew just about everybody on the Yard, and I was skeptical of his claim of overuse. I remembered that Michael had a reputation in our circle of friends for being overly dramatic. Often, he would bring up “problems” that were just attempts to get attention.
After a few minutes, we rounded the route pas
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Fatih
'Can a Turk be a gay? 'That's a question asking to the public in my country.That's a question about me. Because I'm a Turk and I'm a gay.
I grasp that I was homosexual since I was born. It was only a part of me, hiding and a silent part.
When I was in Qur'an Course in a mosque everyone says: 'Homosexual demons are invading the world.This is the doomsday!'
And so I hate homosexuality.It was all a demon in your soul and must be punished at once.Everyday I went the mosque and prayed God to change into a normal and rescue myself from this devil.
What happened then? I continue living with the devil.I can only ignore the devil when I was reading a manual. So I become a wormbook. But the books doesn't only help me to forget the devil. It also expands my vision. My perspective to the life. I notice homosexuality exists before I was born. It really shocked me(Guess how we not acknowledged are). It's just always hiding in a place of our lives.I wanna show people this,the truth.They of course don't wanna understand me. When I say I was a gay to my parents, I was immediately send a psychologist to become a normal.
“I was born on 4/4/83,
Family – 9 children
Parents different backgrounds – Masai – Taita
Born in Nairobi and schooled also in Nairobi
At the age of 14 years senior I discovered whom I was but I was still lost because I was still young. In college, in 2007 I discovered that I was not allown, many of my friends were like me but they were on the closet.
I only distributed my personal feeling with a friend of mine who was called James. But all in all I kept everything in my heart because I was also scared of my African culture.
March 2008 I went to Mombasa to visit my cousin. There I met DAVID at the BEACH – we could only exchange the address. That identical day around 8 pm I received a call from Davis saying that I should met him. He stayed the similar estate. I met him and that same night he proposed; it was first sight love.
After the whole thing I went back to Nairobi. I imply after the weekend because I worked in Nairobi. David visited me in Nairobi so he agreed we must talk to my mother and father so that I am out of the closet.
We did but my family never agreed with that. It was fighting and arguing. After a month my mother called me and she said she blesses me on what