He was the kind of man that ended songs; the kind of man that walked out of the club with sex in his stride. His midnight eyes could take everything away, and in this dark alley of desire, there was nothing but man-heat after dark.
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He stepped in and sealed his fate; the steam swirled around him as the water embraced his nakedness. His muscles loosened as their bodies connected; the warmth sent shockwaves of pleasure through him as the passionate kiss melted their resistance away. He was suspended in an erotic embrace, until, at last, their crescendo shook the bathroom tiles.
Her lips met his with a hunger that could light a thousand stars, leaving her reeling and trembling with desire. His touch sent her spiraling into a haze of bliss, hearts pounding and breaths labored as their need for one another spiraled ever higher. Passion was the order of the night.
He felt the heat of the Mediterranean sun for the first time, but even that was nothing compared to the heat exuding from the sexy summer studs of Sitges. He felt like he’d been transported to the forbidden world of pure, hedonistic pleasure. He was intoxicated by their tanned, toned bodies and their come-hither twinkle in their eyes.
Their musky, salty scent filled the air as they infused the humid atmosphere; they pushed and pulled each other through the grinding surf. Primal desire and lust surged through them as they nipped, teased and tounged each other, splashing and experiencing every inch of each other beneath the wet canvas they created.
A hot cauldron of fevered bodies and pleasure-soaked skin melted into a maddeningly carnal orgy of gay male bliss. His lips tasted of beer and desire as lewd moans echoed through the humid air and hands feverishly sought pleasure and deeper passion. His touch was electrifying on my skin and I was suddenly filled with a combustible need to explore and be explored.
We ascended the stairs, his hand locked firmly onto my own, a promise of what was about to come. As we reached the top, all inhibition and hesitation dissipated in a cloud of anticipation; I had him, and he had me.
Hear the raucous excitement of the bleachers, feel the sweat beading on their bulging muscles, watch the tight uniforms straining to contain quivering masculine flesh. Heave a sigh of pleasure as the hard, hot jocks strut and swing their way onto the court. Oh yeah, they’re ready for a sweaty night of heated passion and pulsing energy!
He tasted like fire and sin as our tongues twined in a passionate embrace. His hands seared my skin as they charted a passionate journey over my body. His touch sent currents of pleasure through me, my body trembling in anticipation of what was to come.
The temptation was too great for me not to look. He was the epitome of masculinity – a bronzed god of pure beauty. As I allowed my eyes to linger over each contour of his body, his raw power and sensuality stirred something deep inside me. I’d never felt this way before. I was aroused and I was not ashamed.