Every street in Amsterdam was alive with Dutch hunks, barely dressed but full of attitude and confidence. From the clothes to the clunk of their clogs, their presence was undeniable. I couldn’t tell who was hungrier for a hot night, them or me. The heat of the evening was electric. I couldn’t wait to be let loose in the house of their secrets.
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He held out his arm, inviting me to join him. His skin was hot and smooth, and I could feel the electric energy of his body. I wanted nothing more than to melt into him, and feel my body radiating with desire. This was not just any average selfie, this was the selfie of my dreams, sensual and electric.
The white sands of the beach caressed my body as I watched the bronzed, toned bodies of the boys congregate around me. I could smell the salty breeze, and the electric current of desire between them. I felt like I was in an ocean of hunger waiting to crash and spill over me. I wanted to explore, to swim deep and explore every inch of what they had to offer. I was ready to let that wave take me wherever it was going.
He moves his hands from my waist to my chest. I can feel his body heat radiating through his fingertips. He has this thing, a certain way of moving his body, that stirs up a carnal fire inside me. We close in on one another and the raw energy that electrifies our bodies intensifies. His eyes pierce mine and I swear I can see right into his soul. We move as one in the dark, and I know it’s only just the beginning.
His heart raced as he stepped through the doors of the gay club. The flashing lights, pounding music and open sexuality filled him with an uncontrollable desire. He was overwhelmed by the sight of all the gorgeous bodies writhing to the music, kissing and teasing in a gleeful tumult of sweaty, electric pleasure. It was a night of wild adventure and uninhibited sex that he’d never forget.
The fog billowed around as I walked through San Francisco, and I couldn’t help but appreciate the abundance of hot male bodies around me. Everywhere I looked, hard muscles were ripped, smooth chests bulged, dark eyes sparkled seductively, and tight jeans left little to the imagination. As I imagined tugging them down, it was as if I could feel my hands exploring every sinfully inviting inch.
I feel my body tingle as I scroll through the endless supply of hot selfies. My thoughts turn to the possibilities of a night spent exploring the curves of these gorgeous men, the taste of their skin, the dizzying pleasure promised by every smoldering gaze. I can feel my heart racing as my fingers caress the screen, imagining the blissful encounters to come.
I gaze at the image revealed by his selfie; my eyes graze his broad shoulders, ripped abs, and sculpted legs. I shiver with desire and imagine the thrill of running my hands along his body as our lips meet for a passionate kiss. My wildest fantasies become reality as I imagine tasting the tantalizing texture of his hypnotizing skin.
The sun rose slowly; I felt his lips against mine, his hands exploring my body as he lay between my legs, and the electricity of his touch brought me to trembling ecstatically. I surrendered myself to his strength and dominance, and to the intoxicating pleasure of our bodies awakening in rapture together.
I wake up drenched in sweat, but it wasn’t just sweat. He was deep inside me, thrusting me to new heights of pleasure. I groaned and moaned as sweat and cum glistened on my skin. The feeling was so intense and animal-like, I could barely contain myself. He plunged deep, and I knew the end was near. Then, the heavenly sensation of cum filled my entire being, and I knew that this was genuine pleasure.