Hands shaking with anticipation, he slipped quickly into the backseat, with me following immediately after. We swallowed each other with kisses that were as fierce as a summer storm and the brusque dance of the city streets. Our skin touching in the darkness, all inhibitions forgotten, we feverishly explored each other’s bodies as the night drew on.
Browsing: nightlife
I was lost in a dreamy night of pleasure, from sweet gentlemanly encounters in the street, to rough and sexy escapades in the dark shadows of the alley. Eventually I was led to a strange kind of sanctuary, where opium, piss, and delights lay ready to be explored and enjoyed. I couldn’t resist the call of this strange place and stayed until the break of dawn, my body and soul anointed with pleasure.
The sky is a canopy of stars, backdropped by the Miami skyline. I’m on my back- pressed between two of the hottest muscle gods on the beach. Their hands tug at my clothes, their mouths everywhere- kisses and moans. I feel wanted, desired, lit up by the moonlight and fire of their heat. My body melting into a puddle of pleasure and lust.
The cool night breeze was electric with possibility as I explored South Beach. I pressed my hips against hot male bodies, feeling the fire between us. I tasted salt as I kissed each neck, swapping flavors. I felt like the night had no end and I wanted more than just an idle flirt. I was ready for something wild and passionate, and that’s exactly what I got.
As I stepped off the plane, the smell of Icelandic rain and the ancient salty air filled my lungs. Reykjavik’s lustful gay landscape soon revealed itself. Masculine local hunks, submissive twinks & passionate temeningar made up the exciting scene. I quickly knew that I was going to have the night of my life.
He was easy to spot- tall, broad shouldered with a huge bulge in his jeans. His skin was tanned and glistening with sweat, and the musky scent of his cologne, mixed with the smells of the crowded club, was intoxicating. My breath quickened when he smiled at me, and I knew I was his for the night.
The air was hot and humid as I stepped onto the cobblestone street, winding my way around corners until I found myself face to face with a sea of Buccaneer boys. Tight, toned torsos in tight shirts and shorts filled my vision, and as I moved closer their promise of tight, hot cocks filled my imagination. I could barely contain the throb of desire pulsing inside me as I watched them work the night away.
He was a monstrously desirable creature, with his tight muscles, angular jaw, and glittering eyes, seducing me as he suavely poured drinks at the bar. I felt my desire darken and swell as I watched him, and my fingertips itched to trace the curves and slants of his shape. I felt like I needed to hold onto him, as if I’d be lost without a passionate release.
He felt my tight embrace as he pushed forward. His gruff and calloused hands tangled in my wavy hair like a warm embrace. His lips hungrily caressed mine as his tongue explored and tasted my soul. Our passion was unleashed as we explored each other’s body in a beautiful and savage love.
My heart raced as I stepped through the doors of the dimly lit club. I could feel the energy and see the faces of the gay men around me as I searched for someone to make the night special. That’s when I noticed him. His blue eyes locked on mine and I felt my body heat up. We gripped each other tightly, passionately, as we moved to a back room and that’s when the real fun began…