He saw her standing alone in the corner of the bar; his body yearning for something he could not put into words. An irresistible heat welled up inside him, and with it, a secret passion he thought he had forgotten. She turned and her eyes briefly met his own, and in that moment, he knew that here was something special, something to be explored in the dark shadow of night. His heart raced.
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He liked men he could sink his teeth into – not just figuratively, but literally. He prowled the back bars for rough traders, eager for the kind of wild passion that could only be explored in the murkiest corners of the night.. – a muscular stranger kissing his neck and body, the fierceness of hands on skin, and the quivering anticipation of a rough and unforgettable night.
Passions ran high in the sultry nights of Palm Springs, as smooth tanned bodies were entwined in sweaty bliss. Big dicks thrust against tight buns, making loud claps of thunder that echoed throughout the chambers of pleasure. Twisted arms and sweat-soaked sheets were the testament to our insatiable desires for one another. My heart flushed with a burst of yearning for what could never be mine ever again.
The pool was a hot, sticky mess of gay man sin – heads thrown back with abandon, shouts punctuating the night air. The sparkling water glistened in the moonlight, reflecting the lust and passion of all our bodies entwined in all-consuming pleasure.
He was a bar back, I was a customer. He leaned forward, breathing his scent of sweat and whiskey onto my skin. His voice was a ghostly whisper, a demon from the shadows. I felt a fire rising. His hands strong, gripping me from behind. I knew this was the start of a night of passionate pleasure.