I felt as if I was being caressed by a sinful lover. The hot selfies of this sexy man sent my imagination into hyperdrive and suddenly I was living my deepest fantasies as if they were real. My innermost desires were unleashed and the force of my imagination drove me ever closer to the edge of bliss.
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I press my phone’s camera close and aim it just so, capturing the image of me from my best angle. I know my lips are full and delectable, my eyes hungry and inviting. I take an image of my body, of its curves in all its glory; I can almost feel my desire radiating out from the picture, into the world and to my lover, who awaits me.
He tore my gaze away from the photo, and I felt myself trembling with excitement. His lips descended onto mine, his strong hands exploring every inch of me. I wanted him in the most intense way, and I got my wish as my body was filled with pleasure and desire. His passion was unquenchable, making me forget the photo, though it’s beauty still burned in my mind.
He savored every pixel of the selfie, caressing the image with his eyes and losing himself in its seductive details. His vibrant imagination filled the gaps: the warm luscious lips, the taut muscles that begged to be touched, the promise of forbidden joy that left his heart racing. He felt an overwhelming desire to be in that selfie, to experience the delicious pleasure about to unfold…
He ran his hands down my body and around my back, pushing harder, pressing closer, until I could feel every inch of him inside me. My heart pounded faster and I let out a low moan as I released the tightness that had been building for months. I wanted this moment to last forever as we moved in perfect harmony, merging two worlds into one explosive orgasm. Our first bareback rendezvous had been even better than I could have imagined.
My second encounter with the 12-inch monster came in the summer, when the sun’s rays cast an orange hue across the city, and the air was filled with possibility. That day, I felt empowered—I fumbled with buttons and fabric, my heart racing as I revealed my naked body to him. His eyes drank me in, and I revelled in the feeling of being desired. I moved closer to him, and the monster was unleashed.
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.
The dark night revealed Aiden’s trembling body as his fingertips cautiously explored the soft contours of the male form in front of him. He felt a heat rise as he traced the curves and angles. It was then, when his touch ran across a warm valley of sweat and rugged, hair-covered muscle, that it dawned on him what he was experiencing—his first homoerotic touch.
The hunger of their kiss raged with an intensity that only burned brighter with each new touch. Every stroke, caress and movement jolted through their bodies with a sizzling hunger like no other as their naked forms collided in the sweet chaos of smouldering gay lust.
The sweat-drenched all night Berlin gay clubs were my playground, a place where I could savour in seductive escape and endless ‘acts of pleasure’. I explored passionate trysts – often fleeting strangers – whose perfect lips crept lusciously over my skin, wringing out electric twinges of desire and guilt all the same. Deep guttural moans and steamy sighs echoed within the depths of these dark dens of sin; the touches, pokes and smouldering gazes kept me coming back every night, for more.