stories

On scarlet velvet, Kassius Cole sprawls with the slow confidence of a man who knows every angle works in his favor. Cap low, eyes sharp, glutes arched like the night itself was made to frame him.

“Bayou Masquerade, 1789” is a Story After Dark where velvet and flesh meet, where masks hide faces but reveal desires the history books refused to keep.

Malik and Rowan sit close, voices low, plotting what they’ll do to each other before the night ends. Every word is a dare, every whisper a preview.

Red. Blue. Yellow. Green. Each color calls a move, each move bends him deeper. What starts as a game twists quickly into something you can’t unsee.

Alley lights catch the ink on his back, muscles tight as he struts. Every step says he knows you’re watching — and he likes it.

Three men. One yacht. Out on the ocean there are no witnesses — only bodies, memory, and pure non-inhibition.