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Manuel Garcia's stories are not about romance, but about desire - raw, urgent, undeniable. These pages pulse with virile energy: men of flesh and bone, sometimes rough, sometimes silent, always capable of sparking lust in the most ordinary places. The encounters are charged with tension, born from glances, challenges, and the heat of bodies too close to ignore. This is not pornography. It is eroticism stripped of pretense - masculine, direct, and unforgettable. The title story, Angel, captures one of those nights when a simple visit becomes something else. A man alone, a friend who crosses the line, a living room turned into a space where boundaries blur. Angel is young, playful, unafraid; the narrator older, torn between restraint and hunger. What begins as laughter and teasing soon swells into a moment that neither can step back from. "The TV flickered in the dim room. He sprawled on the carpet, laughing at his own jokes, his body loose, unguarded. I moved closer, my hand pressing against his mouth to silence him - and his eyes lit up, not with fear, but with something sharper. Permission. Invitation. The room felt smaller, hotter, and I knew I couldn't turn away." With every story, Garcia brings the reader into rooms heavy with sweat, silence, and the weight of the unsaid. Men who collide, surrender, resist - and always return for more. Desire comes without warning. Once it arrives, nothing is the same.
