He pressed his body closer to mine, intoxicating me with his scent. His breath was hot on my skin as his hands ran up my chest and sinuously embraced my neck. Our mouths joined hungrily, and surrendering to his touch I felt my desire blaze like an inferno. His tongue exploring my depths, I moaned in utter abandon.
Browsing: nightlife
Heaving panting, the group collectively undid their belts and let their pants drop to the ground. Together, they were a beautiful sight of wanton ready flesh, primed for pleasure. His eyes roamed hungrily over their jutting manhoods before his hand found his own, ready to start the race they’d come to the park for.
The lull of the tide swept us to a shallow outcropping of shoreline, as we lay under the starlight while exploring each other’s bodies. We kissed passionately, writhing on the sand, as our tongues rekindled the flames of ultimate pleasure—it was a night we’d never forget.
I stepped into the room, my heart racing with anticipation. The sun had set and the only light came from sporadic flashes of neon, teasingly outlining a tall, muscular figure. His broad chest and powerful hips sent heat rippling through me. He pulled me closer, pressing me against the firm length of his body. One chiseled hand wrapped around my neck while the other cupped my face. Our lips met, and I was lost in the heat of Ibiza’s cock supreme.
The salty sea air tickled my nose as I stepped onto the deck of the Provincetown ferry. I watched with excitement & anticipation as the Island of Desire grew nearer. On board I found myself amidst a sea of muscular tanned gods, each a magnet of sexy energy. That night, I tasted the thrill of summer, young love & complete abandon.
He quivered as two strong,warm hands firmly grasped his hips, pulling him close into hidden depths of a Carribean alley. Heaven was the heat of wet skin, the taste of masculine secretions, slippery and sweet, turning to raw passion and pleasure in the midnight shadows. Never had he been such a willing submissive to the carnal abandon that hummed in the air.
The sexy muscle jocks of Montreal were everywhere–their hot, smooth bodies making my heart beat faster. I eagerly followed one young Adonis down a side street, admiring his tautly toned butt and bulging biceps. He looked back and caught me staring, and smiled…we both knew what pleasure was in store. Sweet anticipation of a night of homoerotic pleasure raced through my veins.
He was the dark, fiery heat on my skin. His deep gaze and sultry whispers, the heat of man burning hot in the silent dark of night. We were two men driven by instinct, passions unleashed, embraced by a raw, throbbing heat. No longer were we restrained by the daylight, all opportunity was fully embraced in every deep, passionate kiss.
My eyes roam the room, searching for the perfect stranger, aching to be discovered and explored. As I lean back against the familiar leather, sweet sweat trails at my brow, waiting for a hand to brush over, a gentle whisper; an invitation to the secret passion of a hidden backroom. Every inch of flesh trembles in anticipation of exquisite bliss, ready for the magic that will come.
He was built like a god, ripped and toned beyond belief. We talked, flirted and danced together until his lips found mine. The air surrounding us crackled with sexual desire. I felt electric as we kissed, and soon after, I found myself saying goodbye to reality and following him home.