Meanwhile, Tristan had spent the entire night pacing in his room, embarrassed at his outburst the previous day at the dinner. It was not at all like him to go off like that, but heaven knows how much he had had to endure before he gave way like that. The thought of that look of disbelief on Roth’s face at his words was too unsettling for him. Even he himself could not believe he had actually said that. The effect that Roth had on him was scary, so after a long while of regretting and pondering over it, Tristan made a decision. Minutes after, he was knocking at Roth’s bedroom door, only to find out that the occupant of the room was not in. With a pang of hurt and jealousy Tristan realized what it meant. Roth had slept in Ruby’s room. Roth - who would never leave his place, his bedroom for anyone, had left it for Ruby. Under different conditions, Tristan would never have knocked at Ruby’s door, but at that moment, it was essential for him to talk to Roth. So, with a sinking feeling i
Ruby looked up at Roth after finishing her bagel and held his gaze, “Roth, since the moment that I have walked into your life, I know I don’t belong. You belong with the high-class women with perfect bodies who won’t give you their all, because you are not the commitment kind of guy.” She stood up, “I will be out of here before tonight.” Roth looked at her with sorrow - she was right to feel that way, and even though she was not right. Maybe Roth had not been the relationship kind of guy before her but she had changed his views about love, but he couldn’t tell her that. “Ruby, I have genuine feelings for you. I always did …” He still tried. “Shh, it’s okay Roth. I don’t blame you,” She walked towards him, “You know what?” She held his hand.He looked up at her inquiringly. “I am not Tristan’s problem. You are Tristan’s problem. If you don’t soon figure out what exactly is the deal, none of you can be happy.” She patted his hand and walked out of the kitchen, leaving Roth to his th
Friday both marked the end of the workweek for them, as well as, the sex doctor show day. Roth arrived at the studio earlier that day - usually he made it just in time for the show. Meanwhile, Tristan would be at the studio at least an hour before the show would air. “Someone’s up early,” It was ever so rare that Tristan got a chance to tease Roth, of course he wasn’t going to let it go. Roth playfully rolled his eyes at Tristan, “You bastard ended my relationship. What else was I to do?” That sobered Tristan up, “Roth, you know I didn’t end your relationship. I told you I have no say over your life decisions.”Roth scratched his ear, attempting to appear bored, “Calm down, I was just pulling your leg. Have we set up everything?”Fifty minutes later, Roth was sitting in the booth and Tristan was giving him the signal to start speaking. “Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. It’s, yet again, time for a sexy Friday evening. I hope all of you had been keeping it in your pants the previo
“Of all of our senses, touch seems the most explicitly linked to sex and sexual activity. That’s the crux. Sex and touch are indelibly linked when we conceive of them being linked by our own physical connection to another person. Lip to ear. Tongue to nipple. Fingers to clit. Penis to vagina and every other combination of body part to body part people find pleasurable. How our skin reacts to each of these parts, as well as the added tangibles of warmth and cold, hard and soft, rough or smooth, strong or gentle creates a unique sensation felt through our nervous system and ultimately recognized as sexy, not sexy or somewhere-in-between.” “If we talk about even BDSM - slaps, scratches, punches, bondage may initially invoke feelings and images of despair, degradation and attack. But when they are administered in a controlled, consensual and agreed upon manner, these forms of touch different but still strong nervous reaction in the body that can be wonderfully sexually satisfying to some
Sure enough, when she removed the brochure, the only barrier between them was lifted and she came face to face with the man who had been the center of her world for ages, and who still had the power to make her heart race. “I was looking at a picture from the angle,” As lousy as her justification sounded, Ruby was not ready to make a fool of herself before him. It had no impact on him whatsoever. He reached out and took both of Ruby’s petite hands in his strong manly hand, “I miss you, Ruby. Come back with me, please.” She looked rather taken aback at that. She had to remind herself of the promise she had made to herself countless times since their breakup - she was not letting this man break her heart again. “I can’t. I am seeing someone else now,” She softly released her hands from his. The look on his face caused a stir in her heart. A couple moments passed as he processed the news, “You didn't even wait a whole week. I had planned to set Tristan up with someone and then get b
She enjoyed every moment of his surprise, as he took his time registering her, “Ivanka!” He exclaimed in disbelief more than with the intention of greeting her. “Tristan,” The popular American model, one of Roth’s many exes, took it as a greeting however. “Does Roth know you are here?” Tristan frowned at her, still confused. “Roth brought me here.” Clearly amused at his reaction, she entered the elevator and pushed a button, waving at him just before the elevator door closed in his face, leaving him dumbfounded in the hallway just outside Roth’s door, which she had not bothered to close. Tristan gave in to temptation and putting all of his etiquette aside, peered inside Roth’s room. There he laid in the middle of the bed, with eyes closed, completely naked. Tristan spent a good minute there, taking in the sight of his chiseled abs, and underneath that his thick monster cock, that Tristan could only imagine what would feel like in his hands and in his mouth. He was interrupted by
Tristan was greeted with the sight of a tear-stained face staring back at him from the mirror over his glistening body. He did not remember when he had started crying. Perhaps the moment when he realized that the best moment of his life could only exist in his fantasies. No woman had ever been able to turn on Tristan the way his best friend, a straight man, used to do. Life indeed was not fair. Meanwhile, Roth, entirely oblivious to the recent happenings around his mansion, was still lying in his room backfirst. He was a master of sex, the thing he knew best was sex, sex was his skill, sex was his release, so why would he not use sex as a catharsis after his first heartbreak. It induced more depressing feelings in him than empowering feelings, unlike other times. Roth was still the master of his game but now that he had done it with feelings, he could not enjoy emotionless, raw, animal sex. Or, perhaps, that’s what he felt at least. This was the reason he had always been stopping
Roth was just about to leave the kitchen when his phone started to ring. “Mom,” the phone screen said. That was queer, because Roth’s mom was dead and even when she was alive, they didn’t have a phone relationship. He smacked his head with his hand as he realized this was not his phone - it was Tristan’s. For some reason, they had the same model phones.He picked up Tristan’s phone with the intention of returning it to him on his way to his own room, where Ivanka would be resting right now. The thought of her on his bed filled Roth with a sense of displeasure. Right now, he just wanted to be by himself - calling Ivanka again was a mistake. She had not left his life easily the last time, she surely was going to make it difficult again. He briefly stopped before Tristan’s door, contemplating whether or not he should enter. He already felt bad enough for having woken Tristan up earlier, so he thought he would just slip in and place the phone beside Tristan without disturbing his sleep.
Tristan leaned back, and could feel the cool air on his ass. He was nervous, feeling very vulnerable in this position. He could feel his tongue in that special place. Unable to see, Tristan soon felt his finger tip press against his ass. Tristan suddenly wanted to be dominated by Oliver, completely lost in his trust for him. His finger made several attempts, and after a fresh coating of saliva, entered Tristan. The pain was only slight, and he felt him move inside. He touched a part inside, and Tristan felt his whole body respond. With no direct touch, he felt his orgasm suddenly explode. The cum hit the wall behind him. Oliver quickly grabbed his cock, and the second blast hit him in the face before he could get him inside his mouth.Tristan felt his warmth surround his cock, as he finished the most intense orgasm of his life. Tristan’s body felt like jelly as Oliver withdrew his mouth from his limp cock. Words could not describe the pleasure he had just experienced, nor the love he
But Oliver didn’t, he looked at Tristan for a while, before getting real close, and touching him first with his hand.“You got pre-cum on the tip," Oliver whispered in Tristan’s ears, making the hair on the back of his neck go up, then he moved his mouth to Tristan’s cock. He was slow at first. His angle was much better, and he explored Tristan’s balls and the region below. Tristan had never experienced anything this erotic and stimulating. He wanted more, and began to push Oliver’s head down for more.Tristan could feel his hips rise and fall with his suction. He became more frantic as he approached climax. His groans were pretty loud as he shot the first volley. Oliver was surprised, and quickly withdrew his mouth, dripping cum. The second volley hit him square in the face and hair. He used his hand to ensure Tristan was finished.x - x - xRoth slid his hand up her stockings until his fingers touched the bare skin of her thighs, then abruptly pulled her legs open. His left hand sli
Then suddenly the lights of the living room went out, Oliver knitted his brows together in confusion. It was not completely dark because there was some light from the kitchen. The light of Tristan’s bedroom was now on, as visible from the tiny crease under the door. Oliver got up, he understood that it was Tristan’s doings but he didn’t understand the motive. And then the bedroom door opened, and Oliver understood the motive as he took in the breathtaking sight before him. This time, Tristan wasn't bashful as he was stripped naked and was covered only with a white towel. Tristan’s dirty blonde hair wet with sweat dripping down onto his now shirtless and hairless torso and dripping down the slight six pack he had going on, Oliver found himself speechless, taken by surprise and felt those familiar stirrings in his pants. Oliver found himself admiring his smooth chest and well defined six-pack with a gaped mouth.As Oliver stepped inside Tristan’s bedroom after him, he found himself wa
But Roth did not turn around, instead he leaned towards the person sitting in front of him. That was when Tristan registered with a pang in his heart that Roth was there with someone, some girl. One of his many special female friends most probably, Tristan thought saltily. He could not see the girl’s face because Roth’s head was blocking him, and Oliver kept tugging at his arm, to gesture at him to start moving. Tristan’s fists were balled up, and his jaw clenched - he was at the peak of self-control, and he didn’t want to test himself further. So, he turned with Oliver and marched towards the elevator, his eyes starting to fill with tears as he tried to blink them back. Oliver’s hand was behind his back supportively as they stepped into the elevator. Just as the elevator door was about to close before him, Tristan saw Roth’s head turn around. He wanted to look away, but it was too late. Their eyes met for a brief second before the elevator door closed between them. But in that brie
As they reached their table, Roth pulled out a chair for Eleanor that was just behind Tristan such that her back would be to their table and Roth’s chair would be facing it directly, but Eleanor knew how that would go. So, while Roth was pulling out a chair for her, she went across the table and sat on the chair on the other end. As Roth raised his eyebrows at her, looking taken aback, she batted her eyelashes at him in innocence, then clasped her hand on her mouth in fake horror, “Oh, I am sorry, but it’s okay, there’s a better view from that anyway. And sure enough there was, because their table was pressed up in the corner such that Roth’s chair was now facing a glass wall as well as had one on his left, while Eleanor’s back was towards the glass wall. But that was not the view Roth had stayed for. Yet he sulkily took his seat before her. As she straightened up after placing her handbag on the floor with a smile, he said something that she wasn’t expecting, “How is he?”She look
Roth had sensed that it was something or someone in the hall that had made Eleanor want to escape the perfectly decent restaurant - he just wanted to know what, or whom, but apparently Eleanor didn’t want him to turn and look. However, curiosity got the better of him and he turned, despite Eleanor’s resistance. His eyes scanned the hall before him, it was a vast place and Eleanor could have spotted anyone anywhere. Then his eyes found what, or whom, she had caught sight of.. “Tristan,” His whispered was barely audible, but Eleanor was close enough to hear it. She sympathetically rubbed her hand over her arm, “So, what do you say about going somewhere else to eat now?” But Roth’s eyebrows were knitted in confusion, Eleanor knew he wasn’t paying attention to her at all anymore, and the next words out of Roth’s mouth confirmed it, “Who is the man with him?”The light-haired man, who had been bent down to pick something up from the floor, had just come into picture, although they could
He walked up behind him, and hugged him from behind, taking in Tristan’s intoxicating cologne, rubbing his nose against Tristan’s ear. Tristan let his hands drop off from the laptop and moved back to snuggle closer to Oliver, as Oliver whispered into his ear, “Il n'y a pas que le travail dans la vie.”It was one of the phrases Oliver liked to say, which was a French version of ‘all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy’. Tristan softly smiled at that as he turned around and lightly pecked Oliver on the cheek before he got up, “Then get ready for the play?”Oliver wasn’t willing to let go of him however, he played with his tie flirtatiously, “I was thinking maybe play a little indoors before going out,” Oliver said meaningfully, and Tristan knew what he meant, but he just chuckled and playfully pushed Oliver back, “Go, change, silly.” He watched as Oliver walked out of the living room with disappointment. He had long had his first kiss with Oliver, but he had not yet hit second base
Tristan reached out for Oliver’s hands that were holding the bag of tomatoes. He grabbed the tomatoes from him and put them aside, holding Oliver’s hands, rubbing the back of his hands with his thumbs. Oliver looked rather taken aback as this gesture of Tristan brought color to his cheeks. He tried to avert Tristan’s gaze, the expression on his face making Tristan want to comment on that, but now wasn’t the time. Tristan tilted his head to meet Oliver’s eyes, forcing him into making eye contact with him, which Oliver could barely hold. Then Tristan popped the question, “Would you like to go out with me, Oliver?”Oliver looked like he was about to faint. He stared at Tristan for a while before whispering something in a hoarse voice that Tristan couldn’t catch and the confusion on his face communicated that. “Pinch me,” This time Oliver spoke a little clearer, still failing to wipe the confusion off Tristan’s face. Who the hell ruins such a romantic setting by asking the other to pin
“Hayley … Mary-Ann … and that sociology girl …” Roth softly said, moving his face closer to her face which was heating up rapidly. His voice seemed extra deep as he softened his gaze, and his breath started to get heavy. She stayed silent, praying for him to let go of her because the wetness between her legs penetrated her skirt and reached his legs, but he showed no such intentions, because he moved his face even closer to her. So close that she could feel his breath on her neck. “Why not you, Eleanor?” Of all the things he could have said, this was the last thing she expected him to say, and her surprise was written all over her face because she turned towards him, “What?” It was not like she had not heard him, she just wasn’t sure if she had heard him correctly. He laughed somberly, and then lightly nodded, “I mean you are practically my girlfriend anyway, why not make it official?” “Girlfriends don’t set their boyfriends up with random girls,” Her face was going red as she sc