The sweet stillness of the summer air was suggestive of silky white sands and ocean waves, but my heart beating with the expectation of something far, far, sweeter. I ventured to Provincetown, eager for a world of queer delights. Although the summer sun was hot, the excitement of forbidden pleasures was hotter still.
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My sojourn in Sitges was a carnal buffet. Everywhere I went, hung dudes sauntered in shirtless glory; their toned bodies tanned and glistening, like sun-kissed morsels of delicious man-candy. I reveled in the sights and sounds of raucous depravity, carried away by the thrill of it—the allure of latent desire.
He shook, his face flashed with intensity and before I knew it, he unleashed his explosive gift over me. His salty spurts caressed my face and cascaded down my body like raindrops of the most exquisite bliss. With each beat of my heart I was transformed in this sudden pleasure filled gift, forever replaying in my memory the unforgettable divine pleasure of his face.
The salty Aegean air carried the scent of debauchery as I picnicked on the beach with my Grecian Gods. Our lips, tasting of sea spray and Ouzo, colliding in passionate fits. Our bronzed, glistening bodies entwined atop the sun-bleached sand, until the night embraced us. Our Grecian gods were my definition of perfection… and the hot Greek night welcomed my embracing of them.
We spent the day in the scorching sun, enflamed by each other’s barely-hidden lust. Finally, surrounded by crystal clear waters, I let myself go and surrendered to heady pleasure. Our skin sizzled with heat; our mouths, toes and possibilities explored in simmering kisses and long, languorous caresses.