Hello, and Welcome darling sixers! This week's six is from my brand new WIP. Not sure if it's gonna be m/m, m/f, or some combination thereof just yet, so bear with me here. Right now, I know that it's contemporary, it's called Damn That Radio, and my hero, James, is having a pretty tough night.
“I wish my dick was magical,” I say, watching the shooting star as it plummets towards the Earth. “That no one will be able to resist it and as soon as they have it, they’ll want it forever.” I close my eyes and repeat the wish in my head. For half a second, I think I feel something rolling down my spine, leaving a tingling warmth in its place, but a second later and I’m sure I imagined it.I open my eyes again and the world shimmers in front of me. Fuck that; I am not about to cry over her.
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