He had been watching me for a while. I was sure of it. As I walked around the corner, his eyes seemed to be magnetically drawn to me, and I felt like I’d been caught in his gaze. His lips parted and he licked them, sending electric bolts through my skin. I stepped closer and the world around us seemed to slow and come to a silent halt. We stared into each other’s eyes and his dick stirred in anticipation. I knew what we both wanted, and with a slight nod of our heads, we moved together in a passionate embrace that sent us to heights beyond pleasure.
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His eyes lingered on the hulking mass of firm masculinity that breezed in. The 199cm of delectable manliness pressed lightly against the lockers, as if to taunt and test its admirer’s will. It was an invitation, that bulging, uncut erection nodding at him, a temptation he wildly embraced as his tight briefs moistened with excitement and desire. The raw, animalistic drive within awaken as it grew bigger and bigger in his eyes, begging, cajoling and demanding acknowledgment and devourment.
My heart raced as I stepped into the dimly lit club. Sweaty, muscular bodies moved to the beat of the pulsing music. Searching the room, I spotted him—our eyes met, he smiled and beckoned me closer. My breath left me as he pulled me tight and our tongues found each other’s in a passionate embrace. That night, he broke my bonds; I gave my body to him, and together we crossed the forbidden threshold of pleasure.