He had done this before, he had done this when he was younger and more willing to easily put the weight of his entire body on his two knees — and he had done so gladly, of course! But it had been… well, not some time, for he gave pleasure as much as he liked to receive it, but long enough for him to ...

When Jesús had travelled back to England with his daughter in his arms, he had made some solemn promise that his daughter would grow up enriched by her mother’s heritage and religion. It was quite the curious premise, for London was not the world of tolerance that it may later become, and though ...

Jesús was a stubborn person, that everyone knew, so why had he felt his knees hit the floor so quickly? His breath caught in his throat, leaving his heart to drop into his stomach as he watched Zelda from below — obeying her instruction like a boy as he felt his toes curl involuntarily behind him ...

The advertisement made by the Professor of History at London College University had been simple, sent to the newspaper along with a poster hung on the notice board of the University itself, Jesús had put out a request for a well educated woman who could act as the guardian and tutor to his ten ...

He had met and slept with women who took their pleasures from the submission of a man, but such desires had always been prefaced with a discussion or some word that told Jesús what to expect. He knew Zelda was domineering, that she was possibly the only female curator to work at the Museum was ...

Jesús did not hesitate as Zelda went to move his wrists, though it was perhaps a shock to the system to be so abruptly pushed aside like gone off food. And it did not help that she claimed him as a Spaniard when he was so passionately a Catalan above all else. With a furrowed brow he moved back by ...

It was entirely selfish, but to hear Rafael’s praise was heavenly, for though he was not so proud or loud about how well endowed he was by nature, he often liked to hear the observations of his companion. His cock even twitched with merriment as Rafael lay his head on his thigh with such sparkling ...

For a moment, Jesús felt all-powerful… As if ordained by some holy light he held her neck, his fingers extended around to ghost the skin of her throat. But she was right, she always had been, long had Jesús tied the leisure of a quick fuck with the heavy emotions of the heart — for even when he had ...

In some moment of courage, he traced the bow of her neck with such a tender touch — large, well worked fingers sculpting the dip where her body stretched between the bones of her shoulder and spine, his thumb following the pattern that lay beneath her skin like constellations before he could coax ...

Whether it had been six or four years spent pining over a woman, or any person at all, Jesús stubbornly refused selfish introspection. Like any true Catalan, when the ego was pierced or bruised, he could not help the lingering resentment — nursing it as one would a coffee that had long since gone ...