Od strejt do gej reprogramiranja 9 želim da razmišljaš kao gej i da zamisliš da imaš seks sa muškarcem

"You've always fancied yourself a real man's man, haven't you?" I say, my voice dripping with honeyed venom. "You walk around, flexing your muscles, smirking at the girls as they pass by. But have you ever considered that you might have been fooling yourself all this time? That perhaps, deep down, you might be craving something... different?" I watch as your face pales, your gaze dropping to the floor. I see the fear in your eyes, the confusion. But I also see something else. A glimmer of curiosity, of intrigue. "Yes, that's it," I purr, my smile widening. "Let it sink in. Imagine it. Picture a strong, muscular man, his body pressed against yours. Feel his rough hands on your skin, the heat of his breath on your neck. Imagine him taking you, owning you. Because, darling, that's what you really want, isn't it? That's what you've been craving all this time. Not the women who flutter their eyelashes at you, but the men who could give you a real taste of submission.