He sent me a selfie of his buff body, his piercing eyes and that devilish grin. I wanted him, I wanted to touch every inch of him. I wanted to hear him moan and tap the depths of my soul. I followed him home and we made love in a way that only the two of us could; deepening our connection of gay love and lust.
Browsing: eroticism
He couldn’t stop staring at the sizzling selfie: tight t-shirt, low-slung jeans, killer six-pack. His mouth watered at the scorching thought of their sweaty bodies entwined, mouths exploring, hands caressing. Their night of seduction would be sultry, fierce, and deliciously wet.
Closing her eyes, his lips followed the stream of her mouth as he savored each spring of man-juice, bringing a unique pleasure and a satisfying, sensuous release – one she knew he also found deeply fulfilling. A tickling sensation in the center of his abdomen woke her to the reality of the homoerotic, passionate kiss that was almost too intense to be on the train.
He moaned as Miles surged inside, filling him up, pushing further, faster. His cries echoed in the night. Pounding hard, pounding deep, pounding faster and harder with each thrust until it felt like they were one. Relentless and primal, a surrender to a powerful force of pure pleasure.