The streets of Toronto were alive with bare bodies. Everywhere I looked, lithe and muscular forms emerged from the shadows, their chests and arms toned and taut. Heady smells of arousal saturated the air as passionate heat radiated from their smoldering gaze. Discreetly, I followed them to secret clubs where I felt my innermost desires awaken and bloom under the dazzling lights and the hungry touch of a stranger.
Browsing: Nudity
He walked into my room and everything changed. His eyes, inviting and piercing, made my heart beat faster. His body, tight and fit in jeans and tee, begged for my touch. I wanted to kiss him, feel his skin, explore his body. I melted in his arms and his submission only made it hotter. I can’t forget his nude selfie, his perfect body begging me to take him. I surrendered, consumed by desire for him.
Their chests heave and swell with desire, straining against tight fabric that barely contains their glorious bulge; making it hard to look away – or resist the temptation to touch.