He sucked hungrily at my neck, his long, into growing more hard, being fed by the wild excitement coursing through his body. I shifted nervously as he continued, my head held lightly against the cold wall by his insistent grip. His hips gyrated against mine as he adjusted his position, my eyes shut tight from the sheer intensity of the moment. His huge cock—a full 12 inches of gut-stirring delight—pressed into my entrance, my body instinctively gripping it in anticipation of what was to come. We both gasped as I widened my legs to allow more of his shaft to enter, inch by inch, never altering the luxurious, agonising tension, our heads inches apart, our mouths gaping as if to breathe in each other’s presence. And so, with our bodies in perfect unison, we began the wild ride of pleasure, as I rode his monster of a dick, sending cascades of pleasure through both of our bodies.
Table of Contents
- 1. Preparing for Takeoff: Setting the Mood
- 2. Craving the Monster: Heightening Anticipation
- 3. An Encounter with the 12 Inch Beast: Descriptive Details and Sensual Techniques
- 4. Taming the Monster: Reaching Climax and Beyond
- To Conclude
1. Preparing for Takeoff: Setting the Mood
Music: Every cruising experience starts with music – beer-soaked karaoke favorites or ear-pounding electronic club bangers. My go-to music playlists are 80s new wave and classic R&B: Depeche Mode, The Cure, TLC, and Boyz II Men. Today, I’m ready to take flight with Mantronix’s “Cry Boy Cry”.
Location: When setting the mood, I have to take into account the specific location I’m in. On this day, I’m in the back of someone’s house. The place is cozy and inviting, and the coat rack outside the bedroom door is perfectly within reach for the grand finale. The streetlights flicker outside the window, a subtle hint that it’s time to launch.
Tools of the Trade: Before I can take off, I have to prepare the space. I lay out a few essentials — oil-based lube, flavored condoms, and my 12-inch monster! — on the nightstand. Let the games begin. I take a few deep breaths and clear my mind as I prepare myself to climb onto the 12-inch journey that awaits me.
2. Craving the Monster: Heightening Anticipation
- Heightening Anticipation
As his hands stroked up my spine, I knew I was in trouble. It hadn’t been more than five minutes since we’d met, yet I couldn’t deny the intense craving that was stirring inside of me. His touch was electric, his gaze lingering over my body in a way that stoked an inner fire that made it hard to stay still. We were completely alone in his bedroom, the only sound was the faint noise of birds singing from outside. It was now or never.
With a sudden rush of adrenaline, I pinned him down to the bed. His heat against me was overwhelming. I could feel every inch of him; solid yet yielding. As I tasted his neck, I felt his hardness pressed against me, a twelve inch monster waiting to be discovered. I impatiently ripped away his jeans andboxers, and delivered all of him to my craving hands and lips. A yearn to explore and pleasure rose within me, and I knew that before the night was through, I’d be satisfied.
3. An Encounter with the 12 Inch Beast: Descriptive Details and Sensual Techniques
It was a sight to behold: an enormous 12 inch member that stood tall and proud. With a single stroke it left a wake of destruction in its wake. I knew I was about to experience something that was bigger and more intense than anything I had ever experienced before.
The anticipation was electric as I worked my way down his long shaft. Every inch full of power and pleasure, as I pushed and dragged with every stroke, I could feel each chiseled ridge, and even the veins bulging out of his shaft. I felt tiny compared to the enormity of his member and yet incredibly powerful at the same time.
I took my time to explore as I moved up and down his length. Every trace of him felt good as I explored with sensual licks and kisses. I used my mouth to work my way up and down his shaft and then switched to using my hands in a tight grip. I could feel every inch of his member and I felt like I was finally in control.
I then switched to using an up and down motion, increasing and decreasing the speed with each stroke. As I pushed deeper and harder, my own pleasure began to rise and I felt my soul freely moving within my body. Soon I was lost in the moment, surrounded by waves of pleasure, moving and grooving in a rhythm all its own. The 12 Inch Monster had taken me to a place of pure carnal pleasure and I was taking full advantage.
- Gripping and squeezing every inch of his length
- Using my mouth and tongue as a lubricant
- Sliding his member in and out with each stroke
- Pushing harder as I climb toward the peak
For what seemed hours, I rode the 12 Inch Monster, exploring every inch of his member, pushing it deep and holding tight until the spark of pure pleasure erupted and sensation rippled through my whole body. I knew I had found the ultimate pleasure and I wanted to stay there for as long as I could.
4. Taming the Monster: Reaching Climax and Beyond
My body felt a burning sensation as he hovered over me, his 12 inch monster of a cock pressing against my tense flesh. I could feel his hard muscles beneath my hands, and I was surprisingly ready for him, pressing back against his body in anticipation.
He began his decent slowly, sliding his cock in inch-by-inch before settling within me. With each thrust of his hips, I could feel his cock pressing further and further into me until I felt completely filled. He moved his hips back and forth faster and harder, and I writhed beneath him, my body trembling with pleasure, my voice mixed with moans and shouts. I could feel an orgasm spiraling within me, and as he pushed further, I went over the edge, my body tense with pleasure. His thrusts kept coming, pushing me closer and closer to the peak of pleasure.
With one final thrust, his cock exploded within me, sending me into a frenzied state of complete euphoria. We lay entangled together, concentrating on our breathing, and when I looked up at him I couldn’t help but admire the man who had sent me soaring. Taming this 12 inch monster had been an incredible experience, and a thrill I would not soon forget.
To Conclude
The 12 inch monster had run its course. I lay exhausted in its wake, as it dwindled to a dull roar, the last of its passionate thrusts spent. What was left in the heat of the night was a distinct satisfaction that I could savor for many days to come. I’d rode the monster and it had been magnificent. I was its master, and it had rewarded me with pleasure beyond my expectations. If you seek the heights of erotic pleasure, search for a 12 inch monster. You won’t regret it.