He stared at me, his eyes tracing a path over my body. Instantly I felt like I’d been struck by lightning–all of my senses on fire. Passion burned in my veins as he stepped closer, his hands finding my face. He kissed me, his lips soft yet urgent. Our tongues entwined, each of us lost in a thrilling moment of pure ecstasy.
Browsing: confession
The sun was hot on the beach that day. His moist and salty lips were even hotter. Sweat dripped from his body amidst the salty sea, and my mouth explored every inch of his flesh. His powerful moans were like a siren’s call, and it wasn’t long before my tongue was engulfed in his hard, sweet pleasure. The waves wrapped around us, and I was lost in the ocean of his desire.
My second encounter with the 12-inch monster came in the summer, when the sun’s rays cast an orange hue across the city, and the air was filled with possibility. That day, I felt empowered—I fumbled with buttons and fabric, my heart racing as I revealed my naked body to him. His eyes drank me in, and I revelled in the feeling of being desired. I moved closer to him, and the monster was unleashed.
The temptation was too great for me not to look. He was the epitome of masculinity – a bronzed god of pure beauty. As I allowed my eyes to linger over each contour of his body, his raw power and sensuality stirred something deep inside me. I’d never felt this way before. I was aroused and I was not ashamed.