Logan’s Sweet, Sticky Reward
Logan hungered. With an inflamed appetite that had broiled his patience for days, it had become unbearable. He’d never gone this deep before- academy-trained iron will pushed aside by a relentless desire for something sweet, something sticky, something his body yearned for and only his mind was vaguely aware of. He imagined the reward his anxiety would yield. His mouth salivated the thought. It didn’t occur to him to stop, even when the consequences of his reckless pursuit threatened to reveal his fate.
Table of Contents
- 1. When Sweet Decadence Meets the Bitter Taste of Pleasure
- 2. Logan’s Sweet Morning Surprise
- 3. An Intimate Exploration of Sensual Ecstasy
- 4. Feasting on Forbidden Fruit – A Naughty yet Nourishing Reward
- Final Thoughts
1. When Sweet Decadence Meets the Bitter Taste of Pleasure
Logan and Seth had been flirting with each other online for over a week. Despite both knowing they would never meet, the electric connection between them seemed to trap each of them, night after night, as their conversations deepened.
The anticipation was palpable as they both slept. The morning could not come soon enough as Logan could now almost feel Seth hovering above him, determined to fulfill their dirty fantasies. Soon enough, Logan heard the knock on his door, signaling the beginning of their journey.
- Arms intertwined, they navigated the dark hallways of Oakland, their mouths interlocked in a passionate embrace.
- Stopping only to take in the sites, they finally reached his apartment, where Logan had planned a night of pure decadence.
- Soft jazz played in the background, and a single glass of sweet champagne glinted as Seth emerged from the shadows.
- The electricity between them now crackling, Logan soon forgot reality and basked in the pleasure of what lay ahead.
- Their clothes now discarded, Logan felt the touch of Seth’s skin and realized for the first time what sinful delights awaited.
- Their bodies moved with a type of arcane knowledge, as if some unknown force was guiding them both.
- A delirious cry of pleasure tore from Logan’s throat, drowning out the jazz as they both shuddered with the bittersweet reward of such sweet decadence.
2. Logan’s Sweet Morning Surprise
The anticipation kept building as his tongue explored every inch of me. I was speechless, completely lost in the moment as he was so skilled with his touch. I kept my eyes closed and pleasure kept washing over me in waves. His lips, his tongue sending electric shocks throughout me.
When his thrusts started to become more and more forceful, I knew he was getting closer and closer to his sticky reward. I wanted him to take his pleasure. His thrusts with a bit more boldness and I opened my eyes to find his gaze on me. Little drops of sweat beaded on his brow as he inched even further inside me.
When all of him was inside, I could feel the tension rising. Suddenly he let out a deep moan and leaned forward. His hard body pressing against me as his hips thrust forward and his seed spilled inside me.
He pulled me closer, our sweat intermingling as we laid there entangled in one another. That was one sweet and sticky reward, one that I would never forget.
3. An Intimate Exploration of Sensual Ecstasy
Arousal
The evening had been one of slow-burning anticipation, drawing out the invisible line between naughty and nice, and as Logan stepped through the door, he felt his heart flutter with excitement. His skin broke out in goosebumps at the thought of what was to come. He made his way through the room, eyes lingering over every detail, as he felt the heady mixture of arousal and anticipation build in anticipation. His breathing grew short and shallow as he reigned in his desires and allowed himself to slip into the moment.
The Sweet Taste of Release
With a slow, savoring caress, Logan felt goose bumps break out all over his body as his fingertips moved over his companion’s skin. Their mouths found each other in exploration, slipping and sliding with a fervor that sprang from the depths of their souls. As Logan pushed his hips forward, he felt a flood of pleasure surge through him. The connection between them became complete as they moved together, working through the rhythm of desire until Logan found himself trembling, his body drenched in pleasure and sweat. With a deep sigh, he felt the tension within him disperse as he savored the moment of sweet, sticky reward.
4. Feasting on Forbidden Fruit – A Naughty yet Nourishing Reward
The Apartment
Logan’s apartment was an oasis of naughty desires, of unspoken seduction. Upon crossing the threshold he could feel the delicious heat of the tightly packed one bedroom whisper its tantalizing promises of pleasure. Furniture, half draped in midnight colored sheets, snuggled close together in expectant longing for the countless hidden secrets to be revealed and explored.
He walked slowly, entranced; every inch of the place a sensory delight of texture, scent, and sweet musky yearning. A deep vibe that suggested a sultry reward could be found if one dared to explore further. His loins stirred, ready to reap what he had sown.
Discovery & Devourment
In the corner of the room, just beyond the shadowy bed, Logan finally spotted his prize. Lying atop a cushion of silk he saw a vista of sex uncovered. A basket of forbidden fruits, of juicy abundance, of unbridled desire.
His hands ached to reach out and pick a path. Pineapple, mango, strawberries, cherries, and kiwi, each one looking more intoxicating than the next. A delicious selection from which to choose.
He reached out and took hold of a strawberry. Greedily, he bit into its soft succulence; the sweet nectar instantly bursting from its pores and running down his chin like an indecent plea to devour its entirety. He relished every tantalizing sensation as his mouth made love to its coy flesh. Without hesitation Logan continued, exchanging each flavor for another, like a gluttonous orgy of forbidden lovemaking.
When he was done Logan lay still, truly sated. His delicious reward now pulsing through his veins.
Final Thoughts
Logan left his dirty fantasy behind that movie theater, the sticky sweet reward clinging to the skin on his fingertips. He smiled, feeling a dangerous thrill of pleasure deep in his heart, as he slipped into the night-dark streets of the city, aware that no one could’ve possibly guessed the sweetly thrilling depths of his desire.
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