Fucked Like A Goddess
The male gaze makes men weak and us powerful. We use it to make them worship us. So why am I the one left gasping and cum-filled on the bathroom floor?
I let the golden thickness of the beer glug down my throat. I start to feel myself being observed and smile into the cold glass. His scalding dark gaze warms my throat, a nice counterpoint to the cold liquid. I put the beer down and resume my chat with the hunky bartender. Bill narrows his eyes at me. I hide a smile as I move my hair to expose my neck. The beer tickles my belly and I smile way too earnestly. Oh, I know he...
