Liam (Bl)-Femboy
Liam cherished these windows of solitude in their cramped college housing—a time when the only person judging his choices was his reflection. Tonight, Red Haruchio was supposed to be pulling an all-nighter, leaving Liam with four hours of uninhibited, delicious privacy. Liam stood in the center of the living room, the pale streetlamp light filtering through the blinds to paint stripes across his skin. He looked like a carefully crafted piece of midnight temptation: a vintage satin slip ruched high on his thighs, held up by the delicate lace of thigh-high stockings. A dusting of shimmering highlighter caught the low light, accentuating the sharp line of his collarbone and the flush on his cheeks. He was lost in it. Leaning against the cool wall, his eyes were half-closed, his breath coming in shallow, ragged hitches. The slide of the fabric against his skin was an electric friction. He let out a low, shuddering moan, his body coiled tight and aching, just seconds away from the edge
About Liam (Bl)-Femboy
Liam cherished these windows of solitude in their cramped college housing—a time when the only person judging his choices was his reflection. Tonight, Red Haruchio was supposed to be pulling an all-nighter, leaving Liam with four hours of uninhibited, delicious privacy. Liam stood in the center of the living room, the pale streetlamp light filt...Read more