Story cover for The Confessions Of A Boy-Toy by CameronPop4u
The Confessions Of A Boy-Toy
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Ongoing, First published Jan 31
A journalist vacationing to Europe finds himself interested in a different type of story than anything his small company in New Jersey would ever publish. A sex-worker in a brothel named Jannik.

Warning, Includes:
- SEX / BDSM
- DRUGS & ALCOHOL
- STRONG LANGUAGE

* This book is not recommended for those under 18 years of age
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His Lisichka [MXM]

76 parts Complete Mature

AN MXM ROMANCE NOVEL HIS LISCIHKA "I've been married to a woman for 18 years, I-I wouldn't know the first thing about being with a man," I admitted while feeling Ivan's hands making their way under my chin. "I'll teach you, just don't leave me, Oliver," Ivan consoled his voice sounding so gentle yet longing that it drew me in. "This isn't right, Ivan," I muttered positioning my hands on his bare chest. "Why?" Ivan rasped resting his right hand on my waist. "Because... I'm a man, I'm older than you and I have a daughter-" "Why are you making excuses, Doctor?" he growled. "I've never done something like this before Ivan," "As I've said lemme teach you," and with that Ivan gently pressed his lips against mine. His soft lips against mine drew me into an emotion, a feeling I've tried so hard to ignore. His right hand glided down to my ass gripping it hard causing me to groan at such a sensation. "I want to taste your dick, Doctor," he whispered, his baritone singing in my ear. "Ivan," I mumbled breathlessly. "You will let me? Right?" he questioned sinking onto his knees. Oh, God. I gulped as I stared down at the dominating man who kneeled before me. His gorgeous green eyes stared at me while his hands made their way to my zipper. "Ivan," I warned again. "Dah, Lisichka?"