He was sweetness made flesh. I felt his heat and embers of desire in his kiss. My skin prickled as I tasted the forbidden fruit of his arousal. He led me to a blissful end, thirstily devouring my raw essence as I travelled down Ezra’s highway to heaven.
Browsing: #Nature
We stumbled onto the beach, craving each other’s bodies. The night air was hot and thick, a smoldering heat that seemed to fry the very air with its intensity. As we embraced, our bodies melting into a single molten mass of hot skin, I could feel the ocean’s wet warmth envelop us. I was overwhelmed with overwhelming passion, and soon our clothes lay forgotten in the sand and we were skin to skin, tasting, exploring, tantalizing.
As his tongue caressed my eager flesh, all my dreams of Brook and his wayward licking came flooding back until I thought I might be catching fire. My body burned, my mind racing with expectation. I wanted nothing more than to be consumed by his persistent, sensual touches and insatiable desire.
They melted away, leaving their clothes to the sand, the sea, their souls…..His skin was salty from the sea, his mouth sweet with desire. His hands danced upon him and around him, seeking out the perfect places to pleasure and excite. A kiss here, a touch there, a frolic in the water…all leading up to an ending in sultry, sweaty, blissful ecstasy.
The waves crashed against the sand like silky fingers caressing our skin. His warm, wet hands roamed my body, deliciously exploring every inch. My heart raced as I felt him pressing against me, his arousal begging to be released. All I could do was submit to the rapture of the ocean and the blinding hunger that threatened to take control.
He was as hard as peppermint marble, as cold as a blade and as unforgiving as time. He tasted like a hurricane – sweet at first, then exploding with vital heat that made my lips burn. He spoke to my body like a prayer, hungry and demanding, and the night sang only of hot hunter’s lust.
I awoke to pitch black darkness, but it was 40 degrees outside – the midnight sun had set and with it, the warmth of summer. I had decided to indulge myself in Reykjavik’s gay scene and seduce another man with the darkness, the heat, and the promise of an unforgettable night. All around us I could feel the passionate energy of two men eager for a night of impassioned pleasure. Little did I know, I was in for a night I would never forget.
He looked at me with smoldering eyes, his breath quickening and his body brimming with sexual energy. His lips parted and his tongue teased my neck as long fingers ran across my heaving chest. My heart fluttered and I felt my urgent desire grow as he pressed against me. Like a volcanic eruption, his passion exploded, leaving us both trembling and exhausted in each other’s arms.
He stripped down, revealing his tanned, toned body. The Mediterranean sun shone bright as he rolled onto his back and I laid over him, his hands in my hair as our lips locked and I felt his body heat beneath my skin. His touch was electric, as the sun kissed us and our senses ignited, leading us to a night of wild pleasure under those stars.
The wild garden of manly ecstasies enveloped us in a heady, dizzying aroma of masculine desires – a scent of musk, sweat and cum cascading our senses as we explored the hot, urgent curves of our ravenous, yearning bodies.