The air grew thick with pheromones as he eased up behind me, water dripping from his hard, chiseled torso. His hands were everywhere, exploring as my own built up a crescendo of desire. He turned me around and we kissed like we’d never kissed before – our tongues entwined in a passionate embrace. I slid down, exploring his body and tasted what I so desperately longed for. It was a tangy, homosexual rendezvous we never wanted to end.