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.
It was time, once again, for the sex doctor show. Roth arrived late, as per usual, while Tristan was already there, waiting for him, still ignorant to the fact that Roth now knew him for exactly who he was. “Hey buddy, you better wanna prepare soon. We are about to go live in ten minutes,” Tristan informed him, fumbling with the audio system as Roth had that kind of effect on him. Roth moved up closer to him and put his hand on Tristan’s lower back, just above his ass, while keeping his gaze fixed at the changing colors of Tristan’s face. This time he paid close attention to how Tristan swallowed saliva and uncomfortably shifted his weight from one foot to the other“Look who I invited on the show today,” Roth whispered in Tristan’s ear, the hair on the back of Tristan’s neck standing up as Roth’s warm breath hit his neck. Tristan remained stoned to his place, his chest clenched as Roth continued to breathe down his neck, “Who?” The sound that came out of Tristan was barely more th