The air in the room is thick with secrecy, the kind of tensi..
Added 2024-08-28 23:08:31 +0000 UTCThe air in the room is thick with secrecy, the kind of tension that comes from knowing this is something we both shouldn't be doing. But that just makes it hotter. The creak of the floor beneath us feels louder in the stillness, like it's warning us to be careful, to keep this moment hidden from the world outside.
He's got me in a position that's as compromising as it is thrilling. I feel his hands gripping me, firm and demanding, reminding me of who's in control here. I don't resist. l never do with him. There's something about the way he takes charge that makes me surrender without hesitation, despite how wrong this would look to anyone who'd find out.
It's not just that we're two men hooking up on the low. It's the fact that he's white, and I'm not, in a world that wouldn't just judge us for being gay but would go off the rails if they knew how we do this. He's the dom, the one who calls the shots, and I'm the one who follows, and that dynamic just adds another layer to this hidder & air.
Every move we make is a careful dance between danger and desire. We don't speak much, but the silence is loud, filled with all the things we're not saying. This is our secret, our escape, and as wrong as it might be, neither of us is ready to give it up. Not yet.
