He strutted by, and my gaze was drawn like a magnet. His jeans were the perfect shade of blue, holding his curves tight, and driving me wild. The sheer sight of him was electrifying, his physique powerful, yet alluring. I had to have him.
Browsing: men
The tropics warmed the air with heat that refused to dissipate. Supporting it was the throbbing sensation of longing that could be found in the love story of two men. It was an erotic adventure waiting to be explored and written in every heated moment.
The Montreal men were alpha beasts with sharp chiseled bodies, broad shoulders and defined muscular pectorals. I felt my eyes lock upon them with a desire and hunger. The power of their muscly forms captivated me until I felt an urge to reach out and touch. The heat between us was seismic and as their tongue delved into mine our embrace promised passionate and heated pleasure.
We moved between us, our hungry mouths consuming each other. Our deep sighs rising in blissful unison as our charged desire lit the night on fire. Six loads of bliss and pleasure were shared in that night of intense thrills and wet lips.
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.
As I sit and scroll through the rolling waves of hot selfies, I can feel an intense heat emanating from my screen. It’s as though each image is alive and electrified, willing my gaze to linger ever longer. A temptation to make contact with someone who can satisfy my craving for something forbidden and thrilling. This is the ultimate in seduction, and I can feel my heart thudding in my chest as I make the daring choice.
He lay there, eyes rolling back as his eyelashes fluttered. His body quivered in the throes of exquisite pleasure as I moved my fingers–not quite of their own volition–across the glossy image of his heaving chest and muscled abs. I was entranced. Here was my own little utopia, and I felt like I could spend eternity in that moment.
I undulate through the sweaty, pulsing crowd. Bodies quivering, heat rising, the masculine meat market of my dreams teases and tantalizes me with every passing moment. Clothes slipping, bodies intertwining, I devour every moment of the crypt-like, erotic playground.
He moved closer, his tight jeans cupping his every curve, every ripple of muscle. His scent was like an aphrodisiac, a raw heat that made me ache for his touch. I lost myself with one glance, and suddenly all I wanted was him. Hot. Hard. Mine.
The sweltering heat of Sitges seeped into my bones, making the air feel heavy, stagnant. Tasting salt on my lips, my heart raced as I soon found myself in the bedroom of a handsome local. Our skin slick, our passionate embrace stealing away the evening, I found in his embrace a new kind of bliss. Sweat and salt, heavy breathing and shivers – that night is a quenching pleasure I’ll never forget.