Benjamin Takes Me in the Alley
I was standing alone in a dark and murky alleyway, clogged with the grime of years and the stink of cheap gasoline. My heart was pounding, either from the fear of what might happen or the anticipation of what I knew was to come. I was about to enter a new world that I knew was out there, never reveled to the public, a hidden domain of dark, raw, intimate sexuality filled with serpentine tongues and insatiably hungry appetites.
I saw him before he saw me, a silhouette in a hooded sweatshirt lurking in a corner by the dumpsters, hiding in the shadows, his eyes crudely appraising me with hunger. I knew I had found my target: Benjamin.
Table of Contents
- 1. Arousal in the Alley – Making the Connection
- 2. Nervous Twitches and Fevered Touches
- 3. Discovery of the Unknown – Exploration of Masculinity
- 4. Intoxication in Deeper Pleasures – Where the Taste of Sin Awaits
- The Way Forward
1. Arousal in the Alley – Making the Connection
First Encounter
It was a bold night for love. The starlight shone through the city giving it an almost romantic sheen; alas, that sheen was broken by something much darker lurking in the shadows. I felt the foreign gaze on my body as I cautiously navigated my way to what I sought. Benjamin, his name was, something in his suave demeanor and intense, unyielding gaze that beckoned me, called my name. I knew of his proclivities, an affair of the heart? No. His devious plot revealed, to claim my body, to own me, if only for a night. I could not resist.
The Reward
My feet dragging along the ground as I was led towards a dark alley, shivers washed over my body in anticipation of what was to come. It was here that things changed, Benjamin embraced me tightly in his tight, rippling embrace that made my body hot, aroused, passion igniting and threatening to consume me. It did not matter that the alley was rugged and far from romantic, for Benjamin and me, it was raw, animalistic almost. I opened unto him, as he brought me higher and higher towards an unknown, and quite magnetic, orgasmic bliss that he mastered and coaxed out of me.
When it was done, I felt closer to him than I ever thought possible and yet at the same time further away, as if he was a stranger once again. I can only describe this as our passions kept us connected throughout the moment, for as soon as it ended, so too did the bond between us in the alley.
2. Nervous Twitches and Fevered Touches
He can see the hunger in my eyes, ready to consume the night and anything that stands in front of me. I adjust my grip on his waist, and his body responds with a series of shudders that ripple through me like electric current. His lips part with anticipation as I lightly trace my fingertips over the contours of his chest, mapping the lines of his body with tenderness. I pull him to me and kiss him with a deep desire that was too long denied. I want to devour him whole, to throw inhibitions to the wind until there’s nothing left.
The thought of what the night holds fills me with a trembling excitement and I push Benjamin against the alley wall. His hands grab hold of my hips, pulling me closer. I can almost taste the forbidden on my tongue as his movements become increasingly frenzied. He grinds against me, fueling my hunger, and I pull him even closer, my skin alive with pleasure. His fingers run over my body, exploring every inch of me as I move in rhythm to the night, brought to an almost ecstatic submission by his touch.
3. Discovery of the Unknown – Exploration of Masculinity
My lungs burned as I stumbled down the alley– not knowing where I was, or where I was going, but knowing what I wanted. Its music faded into the night, the bustling scene of the city’s popular bar and club an echo in my head. In the dim of the alley, my eyes discerned the figure of a man— tall, sharp, towering over me. I steadied my breath as he stepped closer, his presence resonating an allure of strength I had never known before. My heart raced as he opens his mouth and speaks, the words alien and foreign to my ears.
He gestures to me and beckons me to follow, taking my hand as if to lead me down some path of desire, something unknown. His tight grip around my skin sends shivers down my spine, his manhood the torch that will soon guide me into something greater than I ever imagined. We move towards the furthest corner, my heart pounding within me as our minds unravel in a euphoric dance of emotions, exploring peaks of masculinity, and desire. He motions for me to undress as I take off my shirt and feel a pair of strong arms wrap around my skin.
4. Intoxication in Deeper Pleasures – Where the Taste of Sin Awaits
Muscular arms wrapped around me like a predator, trapping me and depriving me of freedom. He holds me tight against him and I can feel his heat radiating ever so slightly through his black leather jacket. The warmth of his embrace fills me with a strange feeling – a pulsing sense of both fear and pleasure.
His hand reaches down into the back pocket of his jeans and pulls out a hip flask. His cold, hard lips wrap around the neck before he hands it out to me. I take a sip of the sweet tasting liquid, not caring what it was, and feel it slowly oozing in, making me drunk. He grins and studies my reaction.
- We both know what is to come.
- We both know that whatever happened, we were both powerless to stop it.
He pulls me after him, like a child, through the darkness of the alley. He knows where he’s going and what he wants. We turn into a niche in between a collection of dumpsters and broken wooden pallets. His arm inches under the leather of my coat, his hand travelling up to my neck before finally resting on my chin. He looks into my eyes; his lips a breath away from mine. It is then that I find myself unable to resist. I kissed him fully, my tongue tasting the sweet intoxication of the spirit.
It was like a dream I don’t want to wake up from, and I don’t care if it’s right or wrong. Everything vanishes as he moves closer, as I allow him to take me in that moment of forbidden pleasure. Sweet sin, wrapped in lust and alcohol, rampant in that alley of wickedness.
The Way Forward
The cold, wet stone of the alley sent a shiver through my spine. But I gladly endured it for Benjamin’s embrace. His strong arms around me, his lips against mine, and the way his eyes seemed to drink in my soul. I knew I was in for a wild night and I eagerly parted my lips for his tongue. We tore at each other’s clothing and my hands wandered shamelessly over his hard body. I was in his hands – and he was in mine. We kissed, stroked, licked and explored until I felt nothing else besides the sheer pleasure of my body merging with his. The alley was a cocoon of flesh and lust and it was clear that neither of us wanted the night to end.
As the cold wind picked up and we finally walked away, I felt a heavy warmth in my heart – it was the warmth of knowing that I had been loved and desired completely. Even the alley itself seemed to be smiling in the dim morning light.
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