Gay bdsm humiliation

My heart pounded as Jake, undeniably gay and breathtakingly handsome, sat next to me on the crowded subway, our knees brushing, and I knew this chance meeting could change everything. Despite the fear that lingered from years of hiding my own LGBT identity, his warm smile melted my reservations, and I blurted out a clumsy invitation for coffee, a desperate attempt to bridge the distance that already felt too vast. The train lurched forward, carrying him away at the next stop, and I was left with his number scribbled on a napkin, a fragile promise of a love that could bloom despite the miles separating us. Now, every notification from him feels like a sign to embrace it all, to not waste time, to make our love a reality.