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Dior Blake 🦹🏼♂️ retweeted
I’m 37, my husband is 51, and we’ve been together for 12 years. But our sex life practically disappeared after I moved in with him. 😭
When we were dating, we had sex multiple times every weekend. Now, you could count our intimate moments on two hands. We don’t have penetrative sex anymore, just making out and oral. He usually stops after 20 minutes, and I often have to finish myself.
I’ve heard every excuse: stress, exhaustion, medication. Eventually, I stopped initiating. We once went two whole years without doing anything.
We started couples therapy this year, and he admitted he struggles with vulnerability but couldn’t explain why.
What’s confusing is that I’ve found porn on his phone, so he seemingly still has sexual needs. He even reminisces about how much fun we used to have.
I love him, but I feel unwanted, and nothing seems to be changing.
Has anyone survived a years-long dead bedroom? Did things ever improve, and how?
Dior Blake 🦹🏼♂️ retweeted
I went to confession every Sunday just to hear his voice behind the screen.
That night the church was empty. Candle smoke hung in the air. He opened the confessional door instead of sliding the grille.
“You’ve been avoiding me,” Father said.
I laughed once. “You’re the one I’m supposed to stay away from.”
He stepped inside with me and locked it. The space was barely wide enough for two men. His hand found the back of my neck.
“Then why do you keep coming back?”
I didn’t answer. I dropped to my knees on the wooden floor and pulled his cassock up. His còck was already hard when I took it into my mouth. He hissed through his teeth and braced one hand on the wall above my head while I sucked him deep, spit running down my chin, the wet sounds loud in the silence.
He pulled me up, turned me around, and bent me over the narrow seat. I heard the click of the oil stock he kept for anointing. Cold fingers slicked me open. Then he pushed in slow, one long thrust until his hips pressed flush against my ass.
“Fuck,” he whispered against my ear.
He fucked me in short, hard strokes, the confessional creaking with every snap of his hips. One hand covered my mouth so no one outside could hear the moans I couldn’t hold back. The other gripped my hip and dragged me back onto him. Doggy against the wall of the box, cassock still half on, my jeans around my ankles, the scent of incense mixed with sex.
When he came he stayed buried deep, forehead pressed between my shoulder blades, breathing hard. I came against the seat a second later with his hand wrapped around me.
We sat in the dark after, still half dressed, not looking at each other.
He finally spoke. “You can’t come back here.”
I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. “Because you’re a priest?”
He met my eyes in the dim light.
“No. Because I’m falling for you too.”
I went to confession to tell a priest I was attracted to men. I never imagined he would be the man who eventually fell in love with me.
Father Michael was 34, quiet, gentle, and the kind of priest who remembered everyone's name.
I'd seen him around the church for months, but we'd never spoken privately until the afternoon I entered his confessional.
“Father, I think there's something wrong with me,” I whispered.
“What makes you think that?”
“I like men. I've tried praying it away, but I can't.”
He went quiet for so long that I thought he'd stopped listening.
Then he asked, “When did you first realize?”
I told him everything.
Before I left, he said something I wasn't expecting.
“You're not the first person to sit here feeling frightened of who they are.”
I looked at him through the little screen.
For a moment, his voice sounded less like a priest speaking to a stranger and more like a man trying to understand himself.
I didn't know it then, but Father Michael had spent years fighting the same feelings.
He'd entered the priesthood believing that if he devoted his entire life to God, he could finally silence the attraction he considered sinful.
Then I walked into his confessional, and for the first time in years, he didn't feel alone.
Dior Blake 🦹🏼♂️ retweeted
Ariana Grande shared that her dog Coco has passed at 17.
"You make everywhere you go a more beautiful place. I will miss you every day... I love you so, sweet girl.!"
RIP Coco🖤
Dior Blake 🦹🏼♂️ retweeted
MY FIRST TIME WITH HIM I NEVER EXPECTED TO FEEL THIS WAY. 🏳️🌈❤️
1/7 🧵
I had imagined that moment a hundred times, but nothing prepared me for what actually happened when I finally found myself alone with him.
It wasn't just about desire. It was about trust, fear, and feelings I'd spent years trying to understand.
Dior Blake 🦹🏼♂️ retweeted
This is peak gay couple chaos and I live for it.
“Bruno stop” one second, then “I want guacamole… can you afford it?” the next.
Love is love, but make it dramatic, hungry, and slightly unhinged.
Who else has a man like this? 😂🏳️🌈
#Gay
Dior Blake 🦹🏼♂️ retweeted
彼氏のお母さんから、突然こう言われた。
「息子と別れてくれるなら、80万円払うわ」
私は思わず聞き返した。
「……え？ 本気ですか？」
お母さんは表情一つ変えず、クリーム色の封筒をテーブルの上に置いた。
「今日中に別れて、その証拠を見せてくれれば、このお金はあなたのものよ」
まさか、恋愛にこんな話が出てくるとは思わなかった。
彼とは付き合ってもうすぐ3年。
彼の実家は不動産管理会社を経営していて、お母さんはその会社の社長だった。
これまで二人きりで話したこともほとんどなかったのに、今日に限って私をカフェに呼び出したのだ。
私は封筒の横に置かれた契約書を手に取った。
内容は簡単だった。
今日中に息子と別れること。
別れたことを確認できれば、80万円を支払うこと。
私は2回、契約書を読み直した。
そして、ペンを手に取った。
「わかりました。お受けします」
その瞬間、お母さんの表情が初めて崩れた。
「……本当にいいの？」
「はい。せっかくのご提案ですから」
私は契約書に署名した。
その場で彼にLINEを送った。
「ごめん。私たち、別れよう」
すぐに既読がついた。
私は画面をお母さんに見せた。
「これで終わりです」
お母さんは満足そうに封筒を差し出した。
私はそれをバッグにしまった。
すると、すぐに彼から電話がかかってきた。
スピーカーにして出ると、彼は叫んだ。
「ちょっと待って！ なんで急に別れるんだよ？」
「お母さんが80万円くれるって」
電話の向こうが静かになった。
そして彼は、とんでもないことを言った。
「……じゃあ、もう一回付き合えばよくない？」
私は笑って答えた。
「いいよ」
その瞬間、お母さんがコーヒーカップを倒しかけた。
Dior Blake 🦹🏼♂️ retweeted
Wolverine’s adamantium claws make him a lethal weapon, but his healing factor is what makes him a nightmare to fight. One gives him the power to tear through almost anything; the other allows him to survive injuries that would end most fighters.
If you could only choose one, would you take his adamantium claws or his healing factor? 🐺
Dior Blake 🦹🏼♂️ retweeted
I blasted my load deep in my buddy’s wife while we double stuffed her pussy.
My friend told me he wanted to try sharing his wife. I told him I’d done threesomes before and I’d be the first guy if he wanted. We set up dinner to talk and see what happened. All three of us met at a bar. We clicked right away. Drinks kept coming and he started hinting I was down for this. She basically said fuck it, why not. Next thing we were in an Uber to their place. More drinks, then a big three-way makeout, and she dropped to her knees in the kitchen sucking both our cocks. We moved to the bedroom. She climbed on me and started riding cowgirl while he kissed her shoulders, then moved up so she could suck him while I slammed her from underneath. After
Dior Blake 🦹🏼♂️ retweeted
CE2 — I NEVER THOUGHT MY HUSBAND’S OLDER BROTHER WOULD BECOME THE ONE MAN I COULDN’T STOP THINKING ABOUT… 😳
“Rachel, are you actually happy with my brother?”
Andrew’s question stayed with me.
I told him I loved Michael, but I couldn’t deny that our marriage was going through a difficult period.
Andrew listened without interrupting.
“You deserve to be honest about what you need,” he finally said.
He didn’t touch me. He didn’t flirt with me. But somehow, that conversation brought us closer than either of us intended.
Over the next few days, I tried to ignore the tension.
Then, one Saturday morning, Andrew stopped beside the front door.
“Rachel, I think I should find somewhere else to stay.”
I was shocked.
“Why? Is something wrong?”
He hesitated.
“Nothing has happened. And I want to keep it that way.”
My heart sank.
“I care about you, and I respect my brother. I don’t want a situation where either of us does something we’ll regret.”
I couldn’t speak.
He picked up his keys and gave me one final piece of advice.
“You need to decide what you want from your marriage. But make that decision for yourself, not because of me.”
He left.
That evening, I finally confronted Michael about how lonely I’d been feeling. We had the hardest conversation of our marriage, but at least we were finally being honest.
A week later, Andrew moved into his own apartment.
I thought that was the end of it.
Three months later, however, I received a message from an unfamiliar number.
It was Andrew.
“I hope you’re doing better. There’s something I should have told you before I moved out.”
Before I could reply, another message appeared.
“Ask Michael what happened the night of your anniversary.”
My stomach dropped.
Michael had told me he’d been dealing with a work emergency that night.
So what was Andrew trying to tell me?
I typed one question:
“Andrew, what are you talking about?”
The typing indicator appeared.
Then disappeared.
Then appeared again.
CE3: The truth about my husband’s anniversary-night secret… 👀
CE1 — The forbidden attraction
I NEVER THOUGHT MY HUSBAND’S OLDER BROTHER WOULD BECOME THE ONE MAN I COULDN’T STOP THINKING ABOUT… 😳
My name is Rachel. I’m 32, and I never imagined I’d find myself in a situation like this.
I had been married to Michael for five years. He was hardworking, responsible, and dependable. From the outside, we looked like the perfect couple.
But behind closed doors, something was missing.
Michael had stopped making an effort. Our conversations were predictable, our evenings repetitive, and I was tired of feeling invisible in my own marriage.
Then his older brother, Andrew, came to stay with us.
Andrew was 39, recently divorced, and surprisingly attentive. He noticed the little things Michael no longer seemed to notice.
At first, I thought nothing of it.
But I began looking forward to our conversations. When Michael worked late, Andrew and I would sit in the living room talking about relationships, loneliness, and the things people stopped saying to each other after marriage.
One evening, I admitted how lonely I felt.
Andrew looked at me and said:
“Sometimes, the loneliest place in the world is beside someone who has stopped noticing you.”
I couldn’t get those words out of my head.
I knew he was my husband’s brother. I knew there were boundaries I shouldn’t cross.
So I decided to keep my distance.
Then came our wedding anniversary.
Michael promised to take me out, but an hour before we were supposed to leave, he called to cancel because of an urgent work problem.
I took off my earrings and cried.
Andrew found me downstairs that evening.
He sat opposite me, looked me in the eyes, and asked a question I wasn’t prepared to answer.
“Rachel, are you actually happy with my brother?”
I froze.
Because for the first time, I wasn’t sure how to answer.
And that was only the beginning… 🧵
CE2: The conversation I never expected to have with him.
Dior Blake 🦹🏼♂️ retweeted
Sometimes love doesn’t need a grand gesture. It’s the quiet moments, the arms around you, the comfort of being close, the feeling that you’re safe exactly as you are. ❤️🏳️🌈
Cuddle more. Love deeper. Laugh often. Life feels a little softer when you have someone to share it with. 💙
#LoveIsLove #GayCouples #LGBTQLove #Pride #QueerLove #CoupleGoals #LoveFeelsGood
Dior Blake 🦹🏼♂️ retweeted
I'd lived in my apartment for six months before I finally met my neighbor, Marcus.
It happened when my smoke alarm went off while I was making dinner.
He knocked on my door. “You cooking or burning the building down?”
I opened the door, holding a smoking pan.
“Are you here to help or make fun of me?”
“Both, honestly.”
He came inside, opened the windows, and somehow saved my dinner.
When I offered him a plate, he smiled. “Is this how you get men into your apartment?”
“No. Usually, I use my personality.”
He laughed. “Then I'm in trouble, because I like your personality.”
We ate together, talking until almost midnight.
When he finally stood to leave, he paused at my door.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Depends.”
“Would you let me take you on a real date?”
I smiled. “Tomorrow at seven. Don't be late.”
He grinned. “Yes, ma'am.”
As he walked away, he turned back.
“And please don't burn anything tomorrow. I want to impress you, not rescue you.”
I laughed all the way back to my kitchen. ❤️
I met Chris at a coffee shop. He spilled coffee on my shirt, apologized about twenty times, and offered to buy me a new one.
“Relax, I'm not going to sue you,” I laughed.
“Good, because I'm broke and handsome. That's all I've got going for me.”
I laughed so hard I gave him my number.
Two weeks later, we'd been on three dates, and he still hadn't kissed me.
Finally, I asked, “Are you waiting for a written invitation?”
He grinned. “I was trying to be respectful.”
I grabbed his jacket. “Respectfully, shut up and kiss me.”
He did.
When he pulled away, he smiled. “Can I take you out again Friday?”
I shook my head. “No.”
His face fell.
“Friday, you're cooking for me. Saturday, you're taking me dancing. Sunday, you're meeting my friends.”
He burst out laughing. “Damn, girl. You just hired me for the whole weekend?”
I kissed his cheek.
“Consider it your probation period, babe.”
Dior Blake 🦹🏼♂️ retweeted
El día que casi te pierdo
Daniel y Michael llevaban años juntos, imaginando un futuro y soñando con formar una familia junto a su bebé. Pero un día, lo que debía ser uno de los momentos más felices de sus vidas se convirtió en una lucha por sobrevivir.
Michael entró en trabajo de parto antes de tiempo y comenzaron las complicaciones. De repente, todo se volvió incierto. Daniel tuvo que enfrentarse al miedo de perder a las dos personas que más amaba en el mundo al mismo tiempo. Los médicos luchaban por salvar tanto a Michael como al bebé, mientras Daniel esperaba desesperadamente noticias, sin saber si podría volver a abrazarlos.
Como si aquello no fuera suficiente, otra familia en la habitación contigua sufrió una tragedia cuando una mujer perdió la vida debido a una hemorragia interna durante el parto. Aquella noticia hizo que el corazón de Daniel se encogiera aún más. Comprendió lo frágil que podía ser la vida y lo cerca que estaba de perderlo todo.
Pero, en medio del dolor y la incertidumbre, Daniel y Michael encontraron una razón para seguir adelante. Contra todo pronóstico, su bebé sobrevivió y Michael también logró salir adelante.
Dior Blake 🦹🏼♂️ retweeted
Parking fine rules in the UK are changing😁
Drivers will now get 5mins to decide if they want to park
10mins to leave after ticket expires.
Fines capped at £20 for small mistakes like wrong plate no etc
Companies who break the rule will lose access to DVLA data
This one has been a long time coming