His tight abs begged to be touched. The selfie made his bulky body cry out. His board shorts rode low on his hips. Sensual. Provocative. Alluringly inviting. It consumed me with a passionate fire and I wanted nothing more than to feel every inch of his taut muscles pressed against me.
Browsing: lust
He smiled seductively in the picture, one brow lifted in a suggestive arch as he stared into the camera, his shirt open and lips parted in a silent invitation. His selfie sparked sweet dreams of eager lips caressing, tongues meeting, hands exploring tight, lean bodies exploring in ways no mere words could ever describe.
The alley was quiet and dark as he pressed me against the cold, unforgiving brick wall. He moved his hands quickly, as if to explore every inch of my desire-hungry body. Our lips met, our tongues entwined, and time became a blur of moans and pleasure. In that moment, lust and pleasure climaxed together within me, setting me free.
Isaiah was a sensual force, an unbridled ball of gyrating heat and raw gay lust. His passionate kisses tantalized as he thrust his hips and grinded against mine. I was lost amid the passionate tangle of our intertwined bodies, enveloped in a carnal symphony of pleasure. Isaiah had given me the ultimate gift that night — he had opened up my mind and body, unleashing a night of pleasure and desire I would never forget.
The Berlin night air was electric– a heady mix of testosterone, sweat and pheromones. Muscle guys of all persuasions and flavors sought out new prospects, their bodies glistening in the dimly-lit club. It was a beautiful, amorous mix of flashlight and touch — and spilled beers and broken hearts. Here, beneath this big, gay umbrella, my soul felt free and I embraced the moment of unbridled lust.
I wanted him then more than ever, to have and to hold however he wanted to. I wanted to cup his face in my hands and revel in his beauty. I wanted to join him, be one with him and feel the same kind of pleasure, Grimes for grimes, skin for skin.
I dove in and tasted him hungrily, feeling him tense and tremble as I explored his soft, salty depths. My lips and tongue massaged each contour as I eagerly worked my way downwards, until I felt his rigid shaft pressed firmly against my cheek. His moans of pleasure echoed off the bedroom walls as I pleasured him with all my being.
The humid air in Bangkok filled me with an air of unbridled sexiness as I stepped outside into the night, ready to explore the legions of cute boys waiting to take me in. I felt the heat rising in my skin as I tasted the salty night air, ready to get lost in a passionate embrace with a stranger. The possibilities of a night of uninhibited pleasure were endless.
We spent the day in the scorching sun, enflamed by each other’s barely-hidden lust. Finally, surrounded by crystal clear waters, I let myself go and surrendered to heady pleasure. Our skin sizzled with heat; our mouths, toes and possibilities explored in simmering kisses and long, languorous caresses.
The sun was setting into the ocean like two lovers melting into one another, and the sultry air resembled a scene of an unrevealed affair waiting to unfold. His board shorts billowing in the hot summer wind, his allure was so powerful I could hardly resist, and after a few stolen moments of sweet surrender, his skin touched mine as our lips met in a briefly passionate kiss.