He led me down the alley, into the shadows. It was dark, but the dim light of a nearby bar illuminated his artful, sensual body. He leaned in and planted his warm lips on mine and in that instant, I was lost – consumed with passion, drowning in heat, hungering for more. His tongue explored my mouth, his hands roamed my body – I was in a fiery back alley eden.
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The fire of sinful desire raged through my veins. Hot, uncontrollable, unquenchable. My hunger to be consumed could not be hide, and the lustful gang that came to quench it brought the heat of their own burning cravings. We joined as one to explore a world of pleasure, surrendering to raw and wild intimacy each moment.
My palms were shaking as I lay back in anticipation, my vision obscured by his tight pecs and muscular neck. Then, with a paroxysm of pleasure, he began passionately pounding me. Harder, faster, he increased the intensity until I felt myself flying into a state of pure elation. I had never known such raw power, such erotic sensuality, such intense and beautiful gay lust.
The room was a sea of manly desire, a thousand quivering surfaces, all of them eager to receive the touch of another. Sweaty bodies writhing in a tangled, steamy jumble of intense pleasure, raw, unleashed hunger for forbidden delights. The smell of chlorine, the warmth of human heat – and all of it a primal, manly feast of romance, ripe with the promise of every sensation imaginable.
The smell alone of the Wild Waters of Desire’s hot yet wet bodies was enough to inspire such forbidden lust in his loins, sending the jocks tantalisingly close to the edge of mesmerizing and delicious depravity. Their sweaty, muscular forms silhouetted against the strong moonlight has set his heart ablaze, like a phoenix rising from the ashes, unbridled, untamed and free.
He thrust his hips against her, sending waves of pleasure through her with each gentle push and pull. His bulging desire pressed against her softly, intensifying with each caress, until her own desire was as strong as his, irresistible in its intensity.
I hungrily feast on the flesh of the hot guy selfies before me, letting my mind spin with a thousand and one ravishing possibilities. His muscled torso and tight abs, eyes smoldering with fire, sharp jawline and porcelain skin – all of these intimate details intensifying the pulsing of my desire as I salivate over him, longing to seize him for my own carnal delights.
The hunk’s selfie evokes the most purring of desires in me, a trickle of wild excitement coursing through my veins like a jolt of electricity to all the right places. His smoldering gaze pierces my soul, a promise of pleasure and endless nights of unbridled lust. I crave him like a drug, and he’s already given me my first electrifying shot.
He slowly parted my lips, tasting his way down my throat like a winding desert river. His tongue danced against my own, teasing and tasting every bit of my desire that grew with each stroke. His lips devoured me, sucking down an eden of desire.
He glides across the room, every muscle of his long, lean body outlined in the light denim that clings to his curves. With every step, the fabric rubs against his skin, evoking a blistering heat. His bedroom eyes and parted lips draw me in, and I want nothing more than to feel his skin against mine.