He liked men he could sink his teeth into – not just figuratively, but literally. He prowled the back bars for rough traders, eager for the kind of wild passion that could only be explored in the murkiest corners of the night.. – a muscular stranger kissing his neck and body, the fierceness of hands on skin, and the quivering anticipation of a rough and unforgettable night.
Browsing: back bar
He craved a carnivore’s cocktail of man flesh, two-parts salt and one-part sweat, laced with a potion of bitter desire and sweetened with an elixir of dark lusts. The back bar came alive with the tingling of unspoken needs, a smoldering glow of steamy eyes, and all the while, the goblet of emotions awaiting their sips of carnal creation.