He felt his blood surging as his lover approached, his body screaming to be touched. His heart raced as their hands and lips collided, skin on skin, until they moved together in a passionate, frenzied fervor of heat, desire and pleasure that built until neither could take it any more, and they burst apart in an explosive pleasure only true gay love can bring.
Browsing: love
The streets were alive with adventure. Twinkling with desire and anticipation of the hot San Francisco boys I craved. My heart raced as I felt the raw passion of each encounter; passionate embraces, lingering kisses and steamy pulsing sex. A night of carnal gratification that I’d never forget.
His fingers delicately probed the depths of my secrets, sending shivers of pleasure through me. They moved in gentle circles, coaxing out my pleasure as I reveled in the knowledge that I was his to explore and savor. Ecstasy was but a fingertip away.
His skin was electric as I touched it, his waist narrow and tight. I felt my hands burn, my heart race, and my breath quicken as I pulled him closer, lost in the fever and heat of our passionate connection. His body quivered and I knew this was only the beginning of an unforgettable night.
My braces pressed against his smooth back as I slid inside him, his every gasp of pleasure coaxing me forward. I’d experienced love before but never so intensely, so intimately, as I moved within him, my body straining against him in a jubilant rapture. His initiation of me was a moment of ecstatic beauty–one I will forever cherish.
He felt the warmth of his partner’s breath on his face as their lips brushed. He moaned lightly and was surrounded by a deep, primal desire as he experienced every stroke and passionate touch. His body grew tense with the anticipation of what was about to come. With one explosive moment of pleasure, he felt the intensity of a facial, a wild and untamed ecstasy, unleashing him to a new plane of rapture.
I left the club with Everett; his ice-blue eyes stole my breath, and it seemed our night together was meant to be. Against the brick wall of the alley, we kissed passionately, his hands probing my body, and as we moved in unison to a beat only our hearts could hear, I knew I’d never forget our steamy, lost night.
He stared at me, his eyes tracing a path over my body. Instantly I felt like I’d been struck by lightning–all of my senses on fire. Passion burned in my veins as he stepped closer, his hands finding my face. He kissed me, his lips soft yet urgent. Our tongues entwined, each of us lost in a thrilling moment of pure ecstasy.
He loved the sweet seduction of the hustling hot Toronto males—their limber tight bodies, gliding strides and bedroom eyes. His sexy adventures in this metropolis abounded; loved-up one night stands and late night trysts that left him sweaty, panting and wanting more.
His tongue snaked into the nape of my neck, tracing circles across my skin. He kissed my earlobe, sending shivers down my spine, and murmured words of devotion. His hands, rough and gentle, fondled my body, and I lost myself in the passion. Our lips met in searing bliss, our bodies becoming one as we filled each other with sweet ecstasy.