He watched as I licked my lips, my fingers deftly finding the contour of his body as we embraced in the dark secret corners of Barcelona. His scent was sweet and musky, the warmth of his body sending vibrant shocks through mine as he explored me back with a low frenzy of desire. I touched his innermost parts, feeling him swell with a pleasure only we two could know. His lips pressed against mine and I was lost.
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My Toronto affair was exquisite–muscular bodies entwined in a passionate embrace, exploring each other with hands and lips, discovering every curve and contour, every crevice and movement. Sweat-slicked skin, sighs of pleasure, and the smell of masculine desire in the air — a kaleidoscope of gay male pleasure.