He didn’t know what he’d stepped into when he ventured onto the night beach. The sea air was charged with the smell of musk and sweat, and his eyes locked with numerous sets of hungry eyes roaming the shore. Suddenly, he felt tempted yet wary as he felt the eyes from all sides, exploring and consuming him as waves of pleasure coursed through him. He was drowning in a wild night of beach bawdiness.
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The sun was scorching as I stepped off the bus in Provincetown. Little did I know it would be a summer of passionate exploration! I couldn’t help the fire inside me as I explored the vibrant gay community, discovering the pleasure and freedom of uninhibited exploration. I felt my heart beating faster with each romantic encounter and steamy encounter; it was the ultimate summer of pleasure.
The gentle whisperings of the waves, the warm summer breeze, and the intimacy of skin to skin contact blended together to create a blissful moment of sensual love. Our two bodies, sweaty and intertwined as minuscule grains of sand- all lying together as one formless, erotically charged entity. The joy of Puerto Vallarta was intense, and we made the most of every second- feeding off of each other’s passion, letting go of all inhibitions and sexual taboos.
The sun-kissed sand tickled their toes as gentle sea waters lapped against their calves. Their hungry mouths clashed wildly, their hands burning with desire. He pulled back, exposing the bulges of his chest as he teased, tantalizing his lover’s tongue with his own. His lust was limitless.
He stepped out of the water and onto the warm sand. He lay down, and I straddled him, feeling his hard, salty skin pressed against me and against the soft sand. I licked his chest, savouring the salty taste, heat radiating off of him. As he moved, and I moved with him, I felt our sweat mingle into one as pleasure overtook us. Sand on our skin, heat filling us up, we moved together in an unstoppable frenzy. An explosion of pleasure that burned its way deep into us and left us wanting more.
Beached on the baking sand of Key West, I tumbled into a night of lust and liquor. Bodies pressed close, writhing in the surf, stinging with sunscreen and seawater, reeking of tequila and piss. Probing tongues, eager hands, raw desire blossoming with every stolen kiss. I’d discovered the sweetest nectar in paradise.
The sun beat down on a stretch of sand glimmering in Miami’s matinal heat. My eyes were captivated by the exposed muscled heat of gay bodies laying around me: suntanned, glistening, sweat dripping chest, stomach and thighs. A current of pleasure coursed through me at the sight of all that enticing, sensual maleness. The air was thick with sexuality. Those hard bodies begged to be touched, caressed, explored.
The salty sea breeze teased his skin, clinging like a lover’s embrace and wrapping around his waist like hot, damp silk. His eyes glistened with desire as he felt the ocean mist kiss his body. As his lips parted in anticipation, he clung to the sand, awaiting the warm wave of pleasure that would soon shower him with its pleasure. His lips tingled as they tasted the warmth of another’s eager kisses, and his breath caught when he felt a skillful tongue exploring his mouth, teasing, kissing and licking. The music of the waves blended with their passionate moans, intensifying their blissful lovemaking.
The sun’s rays were like molten lava, burning and awakening our skin, as we ran into each other’s arms and kissed fiercely, as if we needed to consume each other in order to survive. We lay down on the warm sand and caressed and explored each other’s bodies with tenderness and urgency, lost in a haze of passion and lust.
I stretched on the beach, allowing the burning sun to caress me. Around me, tan male bodies glimmered and beckoned. I chose one and kissed his lips, under the hot sun. His hands roved, our bikinis cast aside. This was my paradise. Bliss.