The scent of salty sea breezes, the sweet promise of full lips, the intensity of touch and the thrill of skin upon skin. Each night in Barcelona was filled with lustful adventure and insatiable desires never imagined. I savored these moments, these passions, these discoveries of what it meant to be fully alive, truly gay.
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He limped onto the train, lust in his eyes and aching hunger on his face. Once he’d laid eyes on my steel hard self, he took me for a ride and I soared on his back as his mouth traversed my body with perfect skill. I melted, surrendering to the sensation of his tongue, of his lips, and of his desire. It was a lascivious, raunchy textured pleasure as I clung onto him, riding his train until orgasmic release.
He can’t help but stare, mesmerised, by the beautifully framed image before him. His jaw twitches ever so slightly, as his trembling finger drags across the still image to make the curves flicker. His world has been muted, and the only sound reverberating through his head is the beating of his own heated pulse between the two of them. His fantasy has been ignited with one stolen glance.
He looked down at me, his eyes filled with desire, a silent demand for me to take him right here, right now. I wanted nothing more than to feel the warmth of his lips, the muscle of his body on mine, his hands exploring my desire. I lay there, thirsting for his touch, until finally he granted my wish.