He was sixty-five when I first tasted his dark blessing; an aged prize of pleasure, wrapped in a mottled, scarred cloth of sinew and muscle. I wanted nothing more than to swallow his salty offering, his richness serving as a bittersweet reminder of intimacy and forbidden beauty.
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My hand moved from his shoulder to caress his neck, my fingertips tracing his smooth skin. I leaned in and our lips met in a passionate embrace. He let out a soft moan as I nibbled on his lower lip. His strong, toned body pressed against mine and I could feel his arousal pressing hard against my thigh.
He closed his eyes and let his mind go wild; exploring the fantasies of what could be, exploring this new sensation of having desire for a stranger – captivated by the ever-present craving for something more. His heart raced as he took in the selfies of this beautiful man, where desire was just a glance and pleasure was just a breath away. He wanted it so bad.
The urge to express my need and to explore my desires overwhelmed me. As I scrolled through a montage of selfies, my breath grew short and my body ached with anticipation. In the spasms of desire, I sensually devoured the beauty, inviting myself to get lost in each image. As I felt myself slide into a state of blissful arousal, those hot selfies aroused in me a hunger for more!
He was a man of flame and heat, defining my desires with a single touch. My breath quickened, my heart raced, and my arousal quivered in anticipation of what was to come. I felt myself and my passion ignite, flickering and blazing in the night.
The dream of the ‘boy selfie’ is an obsession that drives many gay men wild. His gorgeous curves and inviting eyes draw me in like a moth to the flame, and his smooth, tattooed skin is an irresistible invitation to explore the limits of pleasure. I’m entranced by the promise of a secret tryst, as my imagination runs wild with the possibilities of an unforgettable rendezvous.
I sunk deep into the Big Guy, grinding my hips against him and feeling the reverberations of his every movement as he rode me. My body sang with pleasure as I clung to him, my flesh tingling in delight. We were one as we moved together in a passionate, primal rhythm, reaching for ecstasy as I wrapped my legs tightly around him.
He was–what else could I say?–a beautiful work of art, all the way down to his smooth, slim waist, down to the soft, inviting contours of his perfect ass, illuminated by the sultry moonlight. My lips trembled with the anticipation of finding out what was hidden beneath his scant, sheer clothing. I wanted more than a photographic glimpse of his body; I wanted the real thing.
I take a deep breath and flick through his selfies. His toned, tanned arms stretched across my vision, my fingers aching to trace around his biceps and lower. The heat of his gaze cuts through me, my mouth goes dry and submissive as I drink in his beauty. I can almost feel the warmth of his smooth body against mine, his skin pressing against my own. I’m ready to let his touch take me away.
Kai exuded an electric intensity that made my heart pound and my lips quiver. His lips were like rose petals, his eyes like the sky at night, and his touch ignited my body like a wildfire. I wanted nothing more than to lose myself in his passion and feel it take me beyond my wildest dreams.