The thrill of the hunt electrified the room as the men moved through the darkness, seeking out their pleasure. The whimpers were heard in every corner and sweat glistened off skin in the heat of the evening. This was the homoerotic world of Capote: a place of raw pleasure, insatiable cravings and undeniable lust.
Browsing: #GroupLust
In group lust there’s a divine rapture in the night air — bodies intertwined in sweaty burlesque, mouths eagerly seeking each other out. Hands groping with desperate hunger, waves of pleasure flooding the room and desire running rampant, consuming everything in its path.
The pulsing, vibrant energy of the room was like a sultry summer night, throbbing with the thrum of wanton desire. The sweaty, writhing bodies moved together in a mesmeric dance of carnal pleasure, each hungry for the affection of their brothers in pleasure and lust. Group love was in the air, and Truman Capote’s erotic world was alive.