Mykonos Piss Party was a kaleidoscope of asexual liberation; I’d never experienced anything like it before. Everywhere I looked there were bodies twitching, writhing, sweating and screaming with pleasure. Hot, tanned men covered in urine, splashing and frolicking in the pools of liquid pleasure. I was in an erotic cloud of experimentation, freedom, and abandon. Ain’t nothing like it!
Browsing: liberation
They lay strewn around the room in varying positions, a mosaic of flesh, sweat, and abandoned inhibitions. Hands explored orifices, mouths pleasured lengths and groans of ecstasy filled the air. This was a night of pleasure and indulgence of the utmost homosexual degree.
The taste was so much more than expected: hot, a little salty and definitely the sweetest liberation I’d experienced in months. His load was not only an eruption of carnal pleasure, but a reminder of the power of passion. With each surge of cum down my throat, I felt the heat of his desire and embraced it with a newfound awareness of my own libido.