We were two young lovers, chasing the tide as it rolled out, so far away from the prying eyes of the world. We fell on the beach, legs entwined. My shirt was off, and I was already hard as we kissed feverishly, eagerly exploring each other’s nectar-sweet mouths. Our love-making was primal yet tender, and time stood still in those hazy, heady moments. Eventually, we collapsed in each other’s arms, sated, satisfied, and filled with the oceans of lust we had just conjured up together.
Browsing: lust
The back of the bar was dimly-lit, my heart pounding heavily in my chest as I followed him in. His eyes, burning with a bewitching desire, met mine and an electric current shot through my veins. Unspoken pleasure hung in the air around us, as I watched his strong, muscular arms wrap around me. He pressed his body tight against me, his whispered words causing goosebumps to appear on my skin. Tears of anticipation filled my eyes, and I felt myself tremble with pleasure as we lost ourselves in the wild night ahead.
The fire of sinful desire raged through my veins. Hot, uncontrollable, unquenchable. My hunger to be consumed could not be hide, and the lustful gang that came to quench it brought the heat of their own burning cravings. We joined as one to explore a world of pleasure, surrendering to raw and wild intimacy each moment.
My palms were shaking as I lay back in anticipation, my vision obscured by his tight pecs and muscular neck. Then, with a paroxysm of pleasure, he began passionately pounding me. Harder, faster, he increased the intensity until I felt myself flying into a state of pure elation. I had never known such raw power, such erotic sensuality, such intense and beautiful gay lust.
Leonardo’s passionate desires were a voracious blaze, burning hot and all- encompassing. I descended eagerly into its blazing depths, catching my breath as his passionate fire engulfed me completely, body and soul. His restless hunger merging with my own, we explored each other completely, the world melting away in our burning embrace.
He longed to see what was beyond the seductive smile of the selfies guy. So, with lustful abandon, he followed an urge that he had never felt before. The thrill of touching the warm flesh beneath his fingers sent fiery waves of pleasure with every caress. His heart raced as the two were locked in a passionate embrace, their clothing scattered across the room, forgotten. Ah, what rapturous bliss!
He felt like a powderkeg of lust as his eyes locked with mine. His wet lips quivered as I stepped closer. His skin was electric as I cupped his cheeks, a low growl rumbling from his chest. I tasted his fire and my heart raced. His jock exterior melted away as he opened himself to me. I could feel his soul as I kissed away his doubts and feelings of shame. He had finally broken his rules, and it felt so good.
My fist filled with his shirt, I pulled him close. His breath was hot on my skin and his cologne pure lust. He kissed me with a hunger that felt both dangerous and exhilarating. I knew I was already lost as my body ignited with fire.
Kneeling between his legs, I drank in the smell of his arousal, captivated by his shivering skin and flesh as I rained kisses on his inner thighs. Before I knew it, we were swept up in a force of heat and desire, surrounded by echoes of hands, lips and tongues in a carnal ritual of gay pleasure.
We descended into a gay orgy of pleasure and hunger. Our bodies intertwined in a dizzying dance of ecstatic release. Pleasure buzzed through us like a thousand volts of electricity, and the air around us was thick with whispered moans and sighs, feel-good friction and hot, wet kisses. We each tasted a different kind of euphoria, a wild elixir of sweaty skin, slick bodies and male passion.