He circled around me, hungry eyes flicking over my body, before letting his hands take over, grazing my chest and carving ravines along my stomach. Slowly he explored me, his touch sending lightning through my body, electrifying the air between us. I wanted him with a fire that refused to die.
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He pulled me into the bathroom, grinding his cum-stiffened cock into my ass. His lips moved down my neck, grasping, tugging and biting, his hands bracing me against the wall. Our t-shirts and jeans were ripped off, and the kiss was hot and daring, wet and passionate.
He was a Greek god of an Adonis, with burning blue eyes and a body that begged for my touch. As I ran my hands down his warm, chiseled chest and stomach, I felt a deep hunger within us both. I could taste his lips, and feel the insatiable desire in every kiss that we shared. His power was undeniable, and I willingly let him take control of this hot, hung encounter.
The brush of my tongue across his wet shaft sent electric waves of pleasure down my spine. His load was hot and thick, exploding out as I eagerly licked up every last drop. My face was a mask of bliss, and I couldn’t get enough of his masculine fragrance. A glorious moment of pure hedonism.
Sean was entranced by the sights and sounds of the evening. His eyes and body drawn to the looming figure of the handsome, muscular young man dressed in tight blue jeans and a white shirt that hugged his body just right. When the gentleman moved forward and took Sean’s hand, he felt an energy surge before intoxication hit. He succumbed to the passionate desire that ran through his veins and knew from the moment they kissed that he was in for an unforgettable night.
He’d been warned about Sean’s gigantic cock but nothing had prepared him for its sheer enormity and abundance of pleasure. His mouth had been filled with a seemingly never ending salvo of carnal sensations that had left him speechless and sweaty, his mind and body overwhelmed with intense pleasure and forbidden delight.
I hopped out of the cab, my heart pounding with anticipation. Vibrant neon and the hum of the night wafted around me. I followed a mysterious stranger down a cobblestone path, feeling my body heat with every step. As we entered his home, a secret force seemed to ignite between us. I drank in his intoxicating scent and his body against mine; my heart swelled with desire as our passion blazed into the Bangkok night.
He gripped his biceps as his lips parted in a deep, inviting hunger for the night ahead. His handsome face was alight with desire as the warrior-like body moved closer, and soon his hard-muscled chest collided with my own. I felt a primal rush of pleasure as I took in the muscular body before me, and welcomed the raw energy of the room above. This was the night I’d been waiting for, and nothing could stop us now.
It was the kind of sleazy, dark night that only Nolan could make me feel alive with. His body against mine electrified my soul. His knowing tongue knew exactly where to find my pleasure. I’d never felt so alive and fulfilled – and it was only the start of my initiation.
He was my own personal pretend boyfriend, and I’d write about our night together and commit it to the page. We both shared stories of the passionate encounters we had had and laughed at the silly details that felt so real in the moment; though we hadn’t yet touched, it felt like we already did, thanks to the selfies that I had of him plastered throughout my bedroom.