Slurping Logan’s Hard Lordly Log
The room was smoky and the smell of sweat hung heavy in the air. A crowd of leather-clad men had congregated around Logan, their eyes fixed on his chest, their yearning palpable. He was a powerfully built man, a stand-out among this crowd of hungry admirers, with a six and a half foot frame, a broad chest and a thick log just begging to be taken. His leather armor was taut around the manly hips, and as his Lordship Logan slowly and deliberately peeled off his clothes, there were whoops of delight from witnesses and participants alike. All eyes were now upon Logan’s hard, muscled body and the enormous Lordly Log that nestled between his legs. Slowly, men from the crowd stepped forward, whipping out their own hard members, and eager to take their turn in slurping the long, thick, juicy Log.
This appetizing and sultry scene was a nightly ritual at the men’s club, a secret society that celebrated passion, pleasure, and pure homoerotic desire. It was a place where anything went and few objects were taboo. One of the favorite pastimes of the participants was that of “Slurping Logan’s Hard Lordly Log”, a game as beautiful as it was daring; where only the boldest and bravest could survive. Tonight would prove no different.
Table of Contents
- 1. Meeting Logan: My Seduction from Lust to ardor
- 2. Exploring His Ample Log with Saccharine Slurps
- 3. Crossing the Line: His Most Exacting Pleasures
- 4. Reverberations: Lingering Ecstasies from a Lordly Log
- Final Thoughts
1. Meeting Logan: My Seduction from Lust to ardor
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I had already savored his presence before we met, like the fragrant bouquet of potent liquor, and I had made my decision before I laid eyes on him. He was a lordly log snaking through the crowd: his confident gait, his stylish attire, the way his steely gaze hypnotized me from across the smoky room. It was already too late to turn back—I could only bask in the electric thrill of our imminent union.
The second our hands interlaced, I knew he would be mine forever and the heat emanating from his fingertips only intensified my emotion. I drank in his mystique and desired for hours to explore his body in all its glory, never prescribed to the gravity of time. I leaned in and tasted his neck, feeling the soft creaminess of his skin and feeling satisfied with the realization that I could never share this divine experience with another. I moaned his name as I brewed a delicious flavor with his tongue’s ambassador, my senses yearning and reaching for new heights of ecstasy. We kissed relentlessly, fires smoldering between us, until I felt myself surrendering: an orgasmic shudder of sweet surrender and languorous lovemaking.
2. Exploring His Ample Log with Saccharine Slurps
Logan was my perfect hunk of man-meat – all delicious curves, tight muscles and smooth skin. And of course his golden log, my favorite extrusion of manly deliciousness. As soon as I set eyes on it I wanted nothing more than to taste my way from tip to base and revel in the slurps I could make.
My mouth opened and my tongue reached out eagerly for the shaft of Logan’s hard log. I instantly started lavishing it with sloppy licks, tracing my way up and down the length of that divine appendage, savoring its delicious hardness. I explored every inch of its circumference and drew out each succulent flavor with my sensual slurps, lingering when my mouth was so full of irresistible man-juice I could practically feel the jizz on my tongue.
3. Crossing the Line: His Most Exacting Pleasures
Logan’s tall frame walked through the door with confidence and sex appeal. His movements literally magnetizing the entire room. As I followed him across the threshold of the dimmly lit room, I could feel the electricity in the air that encircled us both as we made our way to the bed. His commanding presence filled the entire area and I could feel my heart racing.
Taking Control
We start by my face descending and his passion rising as I passionately kiss his neck and continue down his body. Logan slowly unbuckles his belt and takes his pants off as I do likewise. Our primal attraction taking over. I can delays no longer as I attack Logan with an aggressive fervor, upending his body on the bed, as I continue down to his rockhard erection. My face drowning in its prowess as my lips dance with its salaciousness feeling every inch of with my tongue. His breath exploding in anticipation as I increase my appetite. I begin a swirl of pleasure by slowly and steadily swirling my tongue around his lordly log, licking my way around the circumference as I increase my suction. I can feel Logan in a trance of ecstasy as I feel every contort of his body. I alternate between short teasing slurps and deep all encompassing swoops of my shallowness. My groans and moans intermingling with his own as I increase the intensity and level of pleasure. Logan is a barely repressing his delight, gasping and moaning as I continue to push his boundaries of pleasure.
4. Reverberations: Lingering Ecstasies from a Lordly Log
Deliciously Drawing Levity
My tongue was dancing feverishly over Logan’s lonesome lordly log. Savoring every curve and soft swell of its bulging circumference, my taste buds were alive with delight as I explored its rock hard ridges and silky smooth slopes. My appreciation for its regal girth seemed tripled as I glided my lips further around its impressive length. As I continued to lap and lick the length of its mightiness, my mouth came alive with residual echoes of its sweet sensuality.
Gasping for air became a distant thought; being completely lost in this rapturous moment was my only desired pursuit. With the taste of Logan’s musky masculinity on my tongue and the beautiful sight of his towering shaft before me, I inhaled deeply of his musky scent and shuddered with ecstasy as I devoured and devoured this magnificent man-stick. My swift slurps, indulgent licks, and hungry Release was beyond descriptive– it was primal, passionate, and downright delirious.
Final Thoughts
The evening may have come to an end, but Logan’s hard lordly log was still swimming in my mouth. I lapped at it like a thirsty man in the desert, savoring every delicious drop of its warmth and power. I felt it as it moved through me, uniting us as one in the most intimate of acts. Nothing could ever break the electric connection we had, a bond of passionate lust and charged energy that was as permanent as the night sky. Logan’s hard lordly log was my reminder of that memorable evening, a reminder of how love, sex, and words can come together and create a captivating and delectably naughty story.
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