Dining & Dwelling on Wesley’s Treasure
It was the kind of late night that had been meant for Wesley and his boys. The sunset had faded into the deep purple of the night sky and Wesley and his boys arrived at the shabby, yet sacred, diner on the edge of town. Fifteen hot, tight bodies bunched together at the bar, glistening, each different in their own way, hungry to dine and dwell on Wesley’s treasure – a night of indulgence, exploration and satisfaction. In a world full of emptiness, Wesley’s treasure promised ecstasy like only the denizens of the night can provide. The bar sparkled like excitement, heavy with the smell of desire and the electricity of sexual tension. Wesley’s boys wanted that rush only the dark of night could bring. This night, this treasure, could provide a lot of culinary delicacies – and erection-tastic jams aplenty.
Table of Contents
- 1. Dining on Paradise and Delicacies
- 2. Wandering Through Depths of Wesley’s Treasure
- 3. Teasing & Tantalizing on Wesley’s Dancefloor
- 4. A Journey Down Sensuality Lane
- In Conclusion
1. Dining on Paradise and Delicacies
They undressed slowly and with purpose, exploring each others’ curves and ridges as if they were foreign lands yet to be discovered. His eyes adored the contours of every inch of Wesley’s body, tracing them like etchings in a stone tablet. His hands meandered across his skin, tracing his hard muscles, up and down as if he were a landscape with treasures and worlds yet to be uncovered.
Wesley laid him down on the bed, his body asking for something only he was able to provide. His hands moved his body as if it was a beautiful artwork, drifting slowly up his thighs and lightly caressing the aching wetness between his legs. Wesley buried himself within this unexplored territory, completely fully tasting the pure nectar hiding beneath the surface. His tongue tasted the sweetest delicacies, an orgasmic journey that was nothing less than divine.
- Touching with a fervor and hunger
- Exploring as if a lost kingdom
- Tasting nectar and sweet delights
- Fulfillment that can only be found in paradise
2. Wandering Through Depths of Wesley’s Treasure
He had stumbled into the night, not sure why he ended up outside of Wesley’s door, but the allure of the secret beneath it was irresistible.
The entrance wasn’t much: a steep stairwell, a once regal gate, now tinged with grime, and a fraying doormat that read ‘Adventure Away’. But the moment he pressed the handle, the true enormity of Wesley’s treasure began to unfold.
In what seemed like an infinite moment, he took in the contents of the room. His eyes meandered through the stacks, languidly making out the countless DVDs, piles of magazines and books, paintings and toys. But none of it seemed to compare with the breathtaking centerpiece of the room: the bed.
It was large, four-poster, draped in decorated fabric of all colors. Pillows of every size and texture sat on the headboard, accented with ribbons and feathers. He wanted to explore further, to unearth Wesley’s hidden treasure, but all he could do was sit, and drink in the seductive ambiance.
He wasted no more time heading for the bed. Flicking through this month’s different magazines, he discovered their pages were filled with the vivid photos of encased fantasies. And as he sunk into the bedding, droplets of sweat trickled down his spine.
Next, he reached for the drawers beside him. His keen hands began to investigate, delicately unearth, until he found something he never imagined existed. Scattered about were vibrators, hard cock rings, and a selection of lubes. It was clear he had stepped into a realm of indulgent pleasure, and he was more than ready to take the plunge.
Leaning in closer, he ran his hand through the box, feeling its textures, absorbing its heat. Finally descending on the device that will take him to new heights, he paused, struck with anticipation, before feeling his heart race as Wesley’s secret store of pleasure opened up before him.
3. Teasing & Tantalizing on Wesley’s Dancefloor
As I stepped through the doors of Wesley’s club I was hit with a wave of heat that was almost dizzying. Music throbbed from deep within the walls and I felt its pulse in my veins. I was entirely captivated, not only by the atmosphere, but by the vision before me. A sea of writhing bodies, clad in an array of colorful costumes with sparkles just waiting to be unlatched. Sweat dripping from the hairlines and clothing clinging in the most tantalizing ways.
I moved closer, edging in among the revelers, every move filled with a surge of electricity. I was both aware, and unaware, of where I was going, letting my senses draw me forward. My eyes feasted upon each nuance of the people before me; hard bodies and soft curves, nasally contours and innocent smiles. But it was the naughty pouts and naughty stares that caught my attention the most. Hands inched their way up and tucked behind their own necks, revealing a lascivious portal. As I leaned in, smelling the perspiration and taste of their skin, something within me stirred. I was being teased and tantalized all at once. I wanted to explore every inch of this sex-filled dancefloor, and yet, I could never quite satisfy my hunger – it only aroused my appetite for more.
4. A Journey Down Sensuality Lane
Desperate Tonight
I don’t know when it had started, but that night I felt desperate – desperate for the kind of pleasure that Wesley offered. I had never tasted anything like it – every kiss, every caress, felt so pure – so sweet. It was like being in paradise – and all I wanted to do was linger there forever.
But all good things – no matter how sweet – must come to an end. And so I left my refuge in Wesley’s arms and went my own way, hoping desperately that I could somehow recreate what I had found there.
I knew that, wherever I went, the taste of Wesley’s treasure would never leave me. He had opened my senses to a new world of pleasure and, no matter how far away I was, I felt closer to him now than ever before.
His lips still trailed across my neck, his hands still trailed down my spine, his fingers still stroked me in places I never imagined possible. And more than anything else, I wanted to be reunited with the man who had taken me on the journey down the sensuality lane.
In Conclusion
The night finally came to a close, and the last two guests standing departed, leaving behind a haze of lust, sweat and desire. They had indulged in Wesley’s treasure, and although it was hidden and not seen, it was felt throughout the night and something both of them would not soon forget. Its taste lingered on their tongues like a heady combination of desire and sweetness, and its scent drew them both to a place of pure pleasure and fulfillment. As they made their way down the street, streetlights glint off their skin and they turn and share a knowing smile, for the power of what they just partook of still lingers between them.
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