Browsing: #festival

The five nights of Fuego I spent in Frisco were an ode to desire–an aria of sensuality, entwining my body with lovers that both felt like home and left me wanting more. Forbidden fruit lay sweet in my mouth, forbidden secrets lay heavy on my heart, and I savored each stolen moment as if I had been rehearsing this for my entire life.

The Wet & Wild Antigua Piss Fest was an experience like no other. It was a storm of homoerotic desires unleashed, an unbridled sea of drenched bods and sexed-up skin, wild moans and uninhibited cravings satisfied. It was a tantalizing journey that left me stranded in a sea of sticky wetness.