Roughing it Raw: Riding the Handy Man”.
I wrapped my hands around his sculpted body, gripping him firmly as if he were clay and I were a misguided sculptor. His warm skin felt soft and silken against my rough touch and I relished in the sensation. He let out a moan as my fingers cavorted across his flesh, determined to excite him and ensure that our wild union would be nothing less than shocking. For tonight, we weren’t just two men entwined together in a sexual encounter - we were travelling an unknown terrain, one that’s full of unexpected twists and turns, both in our feelings and in the intensity of the action. Welcome to a night like no other, as I take you on an unforgettable journey of roughing it raw – riding the handy man.
Table of Contents
- 1. ”Getting Ready for a Wild Ride: Strapping In and Priming the Pump”
- 2. “Feeling the Handy Man: Rough and Ready and Always Up for the Challenge”
- 3. “Living Out the Fantasy: A Night of Explosive Passion and Intense Pleasure”
- 4. “Taking the Ride of Your Life: Unbridled Passion and Intense Raw Sexuality
- Concluding Remarks
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1. ”Getting Ready for a Wild Ride: Strapping In and Priming the Pump”
Strapping In
I was already turned on when I saw my Handsome Handy Man, clad in tight jeans and olive green t-shirt, his flexing muscles begging to be touched. He returned my hungry look with one of his own, making sparks fly between us as we set to work.
Laying out tools and materials, he asked me to help him measure and cut, alerting me that I’d have to get my hands dirty to get the job done. He gave me the tape and I slowly brushed by him, still not daring to touch. He smiled knowingly as I caught my breath and handed him the cut pieces.
Priming the Pump
He didn’t miss a beat as we got back to work, and I found myself drawn to his easy skill as he moved around the space in graceful strides. Then, it happened. A few seconds of accidental skin to skin contact between us shifted this play into a new realm and I felt my heart jump in my chest at his subtle response.
There was something special in the air, something that begged for more, and I felt the intensity grow between us with every passing moment. I wanted him desperately, and before I knew it I was lost in his arms, both of us eager to consume each other in feverish passion.
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2. “Feeling the Handy Man: Rough and Ready and Always Up for the Challenge”
The First Encounter:
- He was standing in the doorway, a tall, muscular figure in a tight white tank top, the dark lines of his tattoos puckering around his bulging biceps as he ran his worked fingers through his sandy mop of hair.
- He must have noticed the look in my eyes, because he smiled - an inviting, knowing smirk that made my stomach do an involuntary flip.
- I stepped aside to let him in without a word, the faint scent of cologne and sweat as he brushed past me, sending a jolt of electricity down my spine.
- He stepped further into the room, lazily licking his lips as his gaze roamed unabashedly over my body, taking all of me in as his eyes lingered on my crotch.
The Sensual Rendezvous:
- I felt his palms slide down my sides. His fingertips just another pair of eyes, taking in the curves of my body before grabbing my hips and pulling me against his.
- We just fit together; my body moved against his as though they were meant to meld, with instinct and desire driving us deeper into each other.
- His mouth moved against mine urgently, tasting and devouring at my lips until I gasped. My breath came in shallow gasps, my neck arching back as I moved against him.
- His hands ran down my body, carefully unbuttoning my shirt to reveal my bare chest. Then, he began to trail his tongue across my chest.
3. “Living Out the Fantasy: A Night of Explosive Passion and Intense Pleasure”
A feverish heat had befallen me ever since I first locked eyes with the Australian construction worker. We’d been flirting for a few weeks, but that night by the bonfire it became undeniable what I wanted him to do to me.
His tanned skin was glimmering with sweat as he took off his shirt. He was built and handsome, in a way that only a hard day’s work can grant a man. His eyes held me captive, and in that moment the longstanding fantasy I’d had became possible.
- The Kiss: We weren’t even fully standing as his lips met mine. Gently at first he kissed me, tracing my lips with his tongue. His hands stroke my neck and caressed my chin sending sensations of want and need through my body.
- The Touch: His hands slid down my chest, traced the contours of my back, and went even lower. He grabbed my butt and lunged forward, grazing my neck with his scruffy beard. My desire was building as he seemed to understand my every hunger.
- The Lust: His hands moved faster, touching me in ways I yearn for. His palms were soft, yet strong as they moved in concert with the beat of my heart. I could feel the intensity of his passion surging through his veins.
The frenzy of pleasure only increased as the hours went on. From the shower to the bedroom, I felt as though I was at the mercy of his pleasure. His strokes and curves defined every moment and accentuated my orgasmic edge. Never before had I felt a passion as intense, and I wanted it to last forever.
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4. “Taking the Ride of Your Life: Unbridled Passion and Intense Raw Sexuality
The Handy Man:
As I sauntered down the hallway of the dingy but alluring motel, my heart raced with anticipation. I had been eagerly waiting to meet the man I had been talking to all day; and, as I rounded the corner and saw him, my heart skipped a beat.
The Handy Man, they called him. Not because of his talents as a maintenance man, so they said, but because he was more than eager to lend you a hand when it came to bedroom negotiations. Dark eyes, a chiseled torso and a mischievous smirk, The Handy Man was certainly an aptly named specimen.
The intensity of the night’s experience could hardly be contained, and we were both ready to take it all off and get to it. As I laid my eyes on him, stark naked and in full glory, I knew that this was going to be quite the wild ride. I pushed him onto the bed; he was almost like putty in my hands, exactly the way I wanted him. As I straddled him, I could feel his hands caressing my back, his lips pressing on mine and soon, I was wrapped in his tight embrace as we explored each other with reckless abandon.
It felt as if I was rucking through the plains of passion, undaunted and unbridled. We aroused each other with flicks of the tongue, entwining our souls with every thrust. His hips moved with methodical fervor and his grip on me strengthened. I wanted more, wanted to feel him inside, and took it all in without blinking an eye.
The experience of riding The Handy Man was electrifying! I had to hold onto him for fear of being swept away, and as my release finally brought us into the same euphoric realm, I was left breathless and desirous for more.
Concluding Remarks
When the night had passed, the two of us lay side by side, exhausted, sticky and fully satisfied. After the rough and explosive ride, the handy man had pulled out—not the usual awkward post-hookup interaction— but a knowing glance. The gentle pressure of his hand as he gave mine one more squeeze before he left. And I knew he felt it too, the sheer unbridled excitement of the sex, how good it had felt to take it up and over the edge together. I wondered at my luck when I opened my front door and allowed him in without knowing – but with a longing for something more – and he did not disappoint. Roughing it raw had brought it all out in me. Adventures like these satisfy an inner longing, pushing the boundaries of sensuality in the most promising and compelling way. I’m certain that I’ll be back on the ride again soon.
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