Sweat poured down my chest as I drank in the sight of his shirtless selfies – I desired his smooth skin and tight muscles, begging to be touched. Lips parted, heart racing, I felt a deep craving for his body heat – a thirst only he could quench.
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He kissed my neck. His tongue flickered over my collarbone and my stomach ached with desire. His hands skimmed my skin as I gasped and his lips found mine. In that moment, all I wanted was him. His gaze met mine in the mirror as I felt his heat consume me. And suddenly, I saw myself in all my glory. I’d never felt such intensity – the gay man’s erotic odyssey.