The perfect combination of his hot desert breath and tanned skin stirred up a wild passion inside of me. Our bare chests pressed together and his tongue intertwined with mine, and I felt a fiery heat spread throughout my body. We explored each other’s curves in unrestrained desire, pushing and pulling closer each time. Suddenly, the tropical heat was nothing compared to the heat I felt between us. I can still feel his lips moving against mine as the night unfolds.
Browsing: Man
I slip out of the sheets, stepping closer to the bathroom mirror. My muscles glisten in the soft light, and I take a breath, letting the anticipation fill me as I imagine someone else’s eyes devouring every inch of me. With a few simple poses I make sure every angle is as perfect as it can be, then click the button and I’m no longer just me. It’s me as a work of art.
The night air roared and crackled with heated intensity, the manly embrace so strong that it felt as if the earth itself was giving us a celebratory nudge in our exchanged passion. The fire between us roared to life, their bodies entwined in an almost supernatural force that burned with an electrifying delight.
He was the kind of man that ended songs; the kind of man that walked out of the club with sex in his stride. His midnight eyes could take everything away, and in this dark alley of desire, there was nothing but man-heat after dark.
The flame of man heat burned bright and passionate, blazing with the intensity of a thousand stars. Fueled by breath, swift and strong, filling the night with a primal gasp of raw desire. A dusky embrace of two souls in the throes of pure sensuality, a deep, dark fire that could never be quenched.