I arrived in London craving connection, desperate to know what it felt like to be consumed. I never knew delirium could be so tangible, until the hands of a stranger danced across my body, creating a divine heat that quickly spread and soon had me melting in sweet surrender. I had touched heaven and all its hot, male bodies.
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His tight jockstrap couldn’t contain the thick, bulging package that teased and tantalized, sending sparks of arousal shooting through my veins. He stood there, unabashedly sexy, his hunger for me making my heart flutter. I wanted to explore every inch of that delicious male form – my mouth was watering in anticipation.
His tight briefs were stretched to the brink of breaking, exposing the loaded, bulging shape of his enormous package. His smoldering, bedroom eyes commanded my attention, sending currents of passionate heat through my entire body. I wanted to touch, taste, and feel him in my arms all night.
His t-shirt was so tight that every contour of his body, every flex of his muscled chest, was on full display. Even more alluring were the bulges beneath his jeans, teasingly hinting at what lay beneath. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that this man would leave me breathless.