In these stories, men don’t speak much — they act. Rough hands, steady gazes, hard bodies. A Dreamy Mouth is a raw collection of encounters between virile men who cross paths in locker rooms, stairwells, behind closed doors — where silence becomes a language and tension breaks only when skin meets skin.
The title story is a long-awaited collision. Two men who’ve chased each other through packed agendas and coded messages finally align for an encounter charged with hunger and hierarchy. One knows exactly what he wants. The other knows how to give it.
You greeted me without a word — your pants already gone, cock already hard. A cockring pressing your balls, eyes locked on mine, the dare unspoken. You wanted it — all of it. But I wasn’t here for your pleasure. I was here to remind you who you serve.
Your mouth knew. It always knew.
These are stories where desire speaks with the body.
Where dominance is tasted, not discussed.
And where a dreamy mouth isn’t just a compliment — it’s a calling.
