His selfie was an invitation, his lips pursed and eyes smoldering, teasing me with what lay beneath. Slipping into my fantasies, I imagined them plump and soft against my own. His skin – bronzed like a ripe peach – would feel so warm against mine, and I could ache with pleasure just at the thought of it.
Browsing: #Captivating
Iceland welcomed me with a blanket of midnight black darkness. Reykjavik’s sultry summer nights electrified its streets with an unparalleled energy and a captivating fever. Groups of men walked down the boulevards, enthralled by the wild abandon as they stripped themselves of their inhibitions and liberated their aroused desires. My skin tingled as I observed these beautiful bodies, as I watched them move and sway with sheer heart-acing passion. In that moment, I joined them, liberated in the power of their male beauty.