I wander through the night, my eyes riveted by the sweat-slicked backs of men, the glow of street lights reflecting in the dew of their skin. The erotic curves of Tel Aviv’s homoerotic artistry moves me to dizzying heights as I explore its every nook and cranny. I feel the urge to touch deep, to kiss salacious and taste a level of sexuality rarely seen before. I feel free, alive.
Browsing: Homosexuality
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Hands flew and tongues teased as sweat dripped down our slick skin. His hips bucked wildly, rhythmically pounding into me as the thrusts grew in intensity, catapulting us ever closer to the edge of sex-fuelled ecstasy. I was no longer simply riding the wave of passionate homosexuality, I was in the midst of an all-consuming ocean, being consumed by desire.