The monitor light shot through the room and enveloped me closer. I could feel myself hardening underneath my clothes, yearning for more. I clenched my teeth together and clicked the link.

Carnal images flew past my vision sensors and I could my lenses shattering. Images of men pierced inside, imaginary aromas flew up my nose and I clapped my mouth shut, afraid to let my gasps out. I tasted my body’s rising heat in my saliva. My blood simmered in anticipation, ready for what my eyes would grasp ahead of me.

I moved the cursor over to a man with a bright,smile. His auburn hair and the warm color in his green eyes contrasted with the muscled ivory than dominated the rest of his anatomy. My finger shivered before steadily clicking on the man’s square. The man’s picture faded away and the square expanded wider to cover the screen. A ten-minute timeline came up and the man reappeared, with the fading headline, “Ethan Rogers”.