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My Initiations with Jeremiah: A Gay Male Erotic Tale.

It was a shimmering, steamy night and I was out on the streets of the city, desperately looking for a fellow traveler on my erotic journey. I thought it was just going to take me a few random strides to find him. But it ended up taking me longer than that.

Until I finally saw him— the sinuous silhouette at the far edge of downtown revealed as I walked closer— Jeremiah. A true chameleon of the gay scene, he was sensual, sultry and dared to be vulnerable, yet fearless in his desire.

He promised me the initiation would open up a world of fantasy and possibility, if I so boldly and bravely wished to go. He beckoned to me. He said there was a secret room below ground, one that held the key to a unique pleasure. It was the starting point of our spicy sexcapades.

I took the plunge and trusted the dark unknown, as I suspected this would become an obsession of provocative pleasure with Jeremiah as my guide. Unraveling in slow, sensual pleasure one wild, wet night at a time, this is the story of my initiation with Jeremiah.

Table of Contents

• 1. Seeking Conditions: Encountering Jeremiah
• 2. Arousal Persuasions: Flirting with Jeremiah
• 3. Indulgence Exploration: Feasting with Jeremiah
• 4. Erotic Transcendence: My Initiation with Jeremiah
• In Retrospect

1. Seeking Conditions: Encountering Jeremiah

The doorbell chimed and I answered it, sure that it was Jeremiah. My whole body suddenly thrummed when I saw him standing outside, able to take him all in. His dark locks tumbled down in front of his face like a black veil; his obsidian eyes shined like onyx stones in the night. He was wearing a white suit, tailored to him perfectly, highlighting his lithe frame and his broad shoulders. His lips were red, lush like a forbidden orange. Without uttering a single word, those eyes of his seemed to cut into my soul — telling me that he already knew me before I had even said hello.

He stepped inside without a word, my body begging to be near him. I so easily could feel the electricity run between us, like the pull of gravity. His dominance was obvious, yet oddly welcoming to me. Invitingly, he gripped the back of my neck and pulled me in, feeling his hot breath on my neck. My eyes drifted shut, like I could only take it all in when I shut out the other distractions of the world. Then, he whispered to me, telling me that he was eager to show me how hot things could turn out to be. With that, I followed him to a world of bliss — a world of illicit passions and most sensuous desires.

Jeremiah and I spent the night exploring each other, letting our bodies, our souls take us to heights unknown. Soon, gasped breaths and shudders of pleasure filled the room, while the sun slowly started to peek through the window. We both knew that pleasure comes with a price, and that it was time to leave. But we also both knew that this wouldn’t be the last time we would find bliss in each other’s arms.

2. Arousal Persuasions: Flirting with Jeremiah

An unexpected invitation during a lonely Wednesday evening was just what I needed. After a heavy night of work, gathering my second time around at the same bar after hours, I was pleasantly surprised to see Jeremiah walking in with slow steps and an air of confidence. He was tall and lean, his body sculpted like a marble statuesque, and his long hair was pulled back onto a ponytail that cascaded in slick strands onto his face.

I felt flushed. Our glances locked and I could feel an intensity between us that I’d never felt before. As the night unfolded, we fell into an easy conversation, though it was laced with underlying sexual tension. And by the end of the night, as I walked away with an applauded kiss, I knew that I wanted something more with this gorgeous man.

The next time we met, I was prepared to take the plunge. He effortlessly moved closer to me and I felt his gaze travelling around my face, taking in every inch. His hands reached for mine and we both radiated to each other in our shared energy. I wanted him to take charge, lead me to something that I could never have imagined before – something that he could only provide me. Every whisper in my ear and every caress of his fingers brought me closer to a wild sensual awakening. I was alive, completely exhilarated and ready to engage in the forbidden.

3. Indulgence Exploration: Feasting with Jeremiah

I can still feel his white button up shirt against my skin as I traced down the buttons one by one. His hands moved downwards as well, my shirt removed and petty kisses created a trail down my chest. He moved slowly but meticulously exploring every shift and curve of my body. Arousal coursed through me like electricity sending adrenaline crashing through my veins. The mid afternoon light dancing through the room and shadows dripping onto the bedroom walls. He looks at me in a way that promises newly discovered universes.

Intoxication was steady as we striped away clothing piece by piece. My eyes drank up every inch of his body, imprinting its image to my memory. I pulled him closer, my hands clasping at his back, exploring the landscape of muscle and flesh with mouth-watering anticipation. Jeremiah shifted his weight and buried his face into my neck, his hot breath tickling me and my body trembling even more underneath his touch. His scent was intoxicating inviting me to surrender body and soul to his embrace as our journeys together had just begun.

4. Erotic Transcendence: My Initiation with Jeremiah

The evening had been arranged. Plan A was going ahead and I was following orders. Jeremiah had the goods and was patient enough to deliver. I slowly situated myself and stripped off my clothing. His eyes filled with anticipation, going up and down my body before focusing on my groin. I saw the heat simmering in his gaze and I felt it sweeping through me.

He raised his hand and touched the lengthiness of my shaft. His fingers were long and caressing, each stroke sending an ocean of ecstasy flowing through my body. I arched and moaned slightly while my hips jutted out in response. I was ready. Ready for Jeremiah to take me to a new plane.

• He robbed me of my sense of sight first. Gently he bound a cloth over my eyes and with it- temporary freedom.
• With a ferventness I never knew possible, he shaped and reshaped my body, lifting me practically off of the bed.
• He corroded my senses of sound, taste and smell with fantastic torture until all I could focus on was his touch.

His gentle hands somehow managed to be rough and often animal-like, clawing at me and creating a blissful sensation of flight. He coaxed me to the edge of his world many times until I begged him to take me with him, beyond. It was then that I experienced the limits of pleasure and found myself entrenched in a psyche of carnal delight.

In Retrospect

I put my shirt back on and adjusted my belt, carefully fastening the buckle. My mission had been successful. I had initiated myself into the mysteries of pleasure and passion with Jeremiah and it had been worth every moment. I felt free, alive, and more open to experiencing even more sexcapades. In the darkness, I could still taste him. I felt his touch deep inside me, and rejoiced in the closeness we had just shared. In that moment, I knew that for as long as I lived, no one would ever know the secrets of my initiations with Jeremiah but me.