Diego stared at Klaus, completely dumbfounded. How dense did he think he was? “I know that, Klaus.” All chapters assume they’re in an established relationship, but I switch up their top/bottom Dom/sub dynamics a lot, so if you’re looking for something specific, it’s probably in here somewhere. Forget screaming“uncle”: with us trapped under his knees, Dad commanded we beg our mother for help. As the pressure built, we’d holler at the top of our lungs for her, the game no longer so fun. Sometimes she came to the top of the stairs, crying. “You’re hurting them!” His other arm he wrapped around me, lower when I was wearing a bra but no t-shirt; but when my bare breasts were hidden behind a bulky shirt, he got high enough so that I could feel his arm brush up against them. Several of the faculty members at Horace Mann that abused me have passed away. Unfortunately, the rest of them are safe due to the old statute of limitations in New York State. The few who are still alive know who they are, and the world does, too. Their names have been published online for everyone to see and they are living their lives in shame.

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My father broke up with me. Just like that. He said it wasn’t right, what we do, and that we must stop. End of matter. It felt like a full stop at the end of an epitaph. It was too sudden. Feeling bolder than usual one night, I took his hand and placed it on the mound above my pussy. Just the fabric of my panties separating us. I didn’t cry the second time either. I liked it. He was gentler. He told me it was our secret, our special thing, and no one should know about it. For a long time I had believed my father loved me. On my twentiethbirthday, I knew the truth. That day was my awakening to the heartlessness of men, and the absurdity of love. That day, I grew up, I grew old and I died.I lived like someone on a mission, and I wanted to be free from the service, but I just couldn’t. In moments of weakness, I would always think about what my father and I had. Thinking about our perfect love brought me tears and gave me joy. At such moments, I would really try to feel and have fun, I would let my guard down to see if I would be alive again. It was no use. No other man was like my father. No one even came close. No one was able to get me right, something was always missing. With my dad it was perfect, he knew just what I wanted, and how. No two people were ever in sync as my father and I was. No other man could bring me alive. He wants to mess around with his father's best friend so bad that it hurts. He thinks the older, sexy gentleman isn't into him, but when this horny young stud finds out his father's friend wants him just as bad, the two will start a friendship with the best benefits ever.

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For me, resisting this means protecting myself from my father’s influence. I no longer ask him for parenting advice, or share intimate details of that part of myself. He’s not allowed to weigh in on the relationship between my son and me. And, as my therapist suggested, I keep a watchful eye out and actively intervene when he’s with my son, even if that causes a conflict between my dad and me. I felt his muscles tense up and realized my question might’ve sounded a bit naughtier than I had intended. I went to him the third time it happened, it was raining and the thunders scared me. We did it again, I enjoyed it. We began to do it more often, and each time I enjoyed it more.By this point in time, I was no stranger to abuse. There were several incidents where my uncle had assaulted me, beginning at the age of 6. I remember him telling me, in the most vicious way, ‘If you tell, I will cut you up into a million pieces and throw you in a lake where no one will ever find you.’ Since I was adopted he added, ‘Your parents got you from a store. They’ll go out to that store and find another kid to replace you. No one will ever miss you.’ Courtesy of Jon Seiger Well, once you became a teenager, you made it quite clear to me that you didn’t like hugs and kisses anymore.” My dad explained. “Though if you’re naughty enough, I might still spank you.” He teased. In this episode, I interview the *sexy seasoned and sought after bi porn star Wolf Hudson*. Wolf has worked with some of the most prominent studios, *performing in thousands of scenes!* Now he's carving out his own lane in the world of *Onlyfans.* In Part 1 of our interview, he talks about his upbringing and how that led him to his life in porn, his intro into and *experiences doing straight porn and gay porn* . He explains the challenges of transitioning from straight to gay porn. He talks about his unique journey as a *bisexual porn star* and *the stigma of being bi in porn.* He also exposes *the racism within the porn* *industry *and how some porn actors use it to negotiate higher pay/status. I asked to borrow his Walkman. He said, ‘Sure, if you let me touch you.’ I could hear him breathing heavy in my ear, and I was frozen. He told me not to tell.’ However, don’t make the mistake of thinking there’s anything close to a surplus of these stories! Not only do many incredible LGBTQ+ stories remain as-yet untold, but when you think about it, there are hardly any of them in the mainstream when compared to straight, cis narratives — which is why it’s such good news that this trend doesn’t seem to be going anywhere. Read the best new LGBTQ+ stories right here

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The elevator reached the first floor right on time and Jimin thought he was going to be lowered on the ground but instead Jungkook lifted him higher, forcing him wrap his legs around his middle as he carried him all the way to his car. He buried his face in the taller man’s chest but didn’t protest, feeling his cheeks heating as soon as the driver greeted them and asked where they were heading to.My father gave no reason for killing me. He couldn’t explain why we could no longer have what we had. There was nothing I didn’t think, there was no thought I didn’t wish to explain his decision by. Something, perhaps, must have happened to his hormones. I couldn’t believe this was my perfect father. I couldn’t believe my day could ever become so dark.

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A family legacy of pain, passed down from father to son. A tradition enforced by shame, because what — are you not man enough to take it? Or to deal it out? This is how the rules of the patriarchy propagate themselves. But, especially when I was a child, physical attention from Dad meant pain. What does that do to a boy?My therapist tells me that in more than 20 years of practice he’s heard the same thing from many survivors of abuse — it’s just his way. That’s how those who’ve been abused normalize mistreatment. Because otherwise, what does a person do with that pain? Someone who loves them has also hurt them deeply, to the bone. Rationally, emotionally, this doesn’t compute.