The night was electric with anticipation. I peered down the dark alley and saw him silhouetted in the moonlight, chest heaving with anticipation. With a mischievous grin, he approached me and without a word, his hand slid low, finding the warmth of my inner thigh as I tasted the sweet raindrops of pleasure that fell from his glistening body and heady scent of musk. An unforgettable night of Montreal pissing pleasures that I’ll never forget.
Browsing: Pissing
Roaming the Tel Aviv streets on a hot summer night was like a baptism in a sauna of seduction. I weaved my way through dozens of gayclubs and bars, flirting and finding pleasure in strangers’ eyes and skin. The night was a joyride of inhibitions shattered, and the sweet sound of every drop of piss. It was a kinky gay heaven.
Weaving in and out of the dimly lit Amsterdam streets, I saw men pissing onto each other, blending neon-lit shadows and bodies within each other’s streams. I felt a wave of pleasure surge through me as their hot piss licked my skin. Suddenly, I felt alive – in a fiesta of homoeroticism.