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.
Browsing: Frisco
The salty scent of the Bay tantalized my senses, and with it, the promise of a wild night ahead. I meandered through the bright city lights, eager for my first taste of the Frisco feast. Swept up in the evening’s seductive embrace, I feasted with abandon; eagerly savoring the succulent sensation of each gay tongue.