Category: The Life of Transgressing

The rain was pouring worse than in cheap romantic novels, and the only thing that felt was pouring...

It’s actually really funny how boring my day off was because Hamza doesn’t know how to...

After a very enjoyable night came a rough morning. With such a late night, I slept through the...

As soon as I sat in Hamzas car, I asked him why is he doing this, to which he stayed in silence,...

It’s hard to say that all of this happening didn’t make me think of Samer and Hassan....

As I just got mouthfucked by Mohammad, I rushed home to prepare everything for him. I wanted it to...

A couple of days have passed and during this time I had received zero messages from Mohammad, zero...

The next day I was working the late shift again and it was a sausage fest, as per usual. Not...

With the experience from yesterday I was feeling like a sexual creature. Anonymity gave me that...

“What the fuck am I doing?” – I was feeling so nervous and yet so damn horny. As...