He strutted across the dance floor, hips swaying knowingly. His dance partner – a contented smirk on his lips – followed eagerly, hand in hand. Softly lit by the club’s luminescent lights and the burning heat of mutual desire, they propositioned each other and moved as one. The night folded around them as their bodies merged in a frenetic exchange of warm flesh, wet kisses and hot breath. The grinding of their pelvises creating a symphony of sin.
Browsing: romantic
The heat of Cape Town was oppressive, yet far more alluring than the summer night air. My heart was pounding as I strode through the gay streets, the alluring scent of exotic colognes and desperation filling my lungs. I found myself in the shadows of dark alleys and wild bars, unreleased passions and unspoken desires that could be tasted on every corner. Tonight would be a night of sinfully sexy gay encounters. The night was mine.
We stumbled onto the beach, craving each other’s bodies. The night air was hot and thick, a smoldering heat that seemed to fry the very air with its intensity. As we embraced, our bodies melting into a single molten mass of hot skin, I could feel the ocean’s wet warmth envelop us. I was overwhelmed with overwhelming passion, and soon our clothes lay forgotten in the sand and we were skin to skin, tasting, exploring, tantalizing.
The late afternoon sun glistened off my board as I mozied across the waves. As I hopped into the salty invigorating water, I couldn’t help but think of the possibilities for the night. Who was I going to mix up with? The sea of toned, tan bodies made my heart pound and I’m sure this night was gonna be filled with salacious seaside sex.
He ached for the sensation of his body pressed up against mine, a desperate yearning for the sweet relief of a forbidden love. Our embrace had been pure, innocent, bare, but also blinding, my innermost desires throbbing in time to our passionate movements. The heat between us was palpable, dampening the air with uncontainable lust.
I feverishly run my fingertips along the naked body of a dream boy I had been lusting after for days. His perfectly sculpted abs and toned thighs begged for me to touch them, and I eagerly obliged. I can almost feel his heat through the photo as I take in his bulging biceps and lick my lips imagining what our night could bring.
Heaving with arousal, he pulled me onto the mattress and we fell into a passionate embrace; his lips pressed eagerly onto mine as our stifling moans filled the night air. Our waves of lust broke against each other as we moved in time, skin on skin, hips crashing. As I came undone, I felt myself overcome with pleasure, each stroke more urgent and thrilling than the next. He pushed me over the edge and I screamed his name into the night as I let go.
He stared at me, his eyes tracing a path over my body. Instantly I felt like I’d been struck by lightning–all of my senses on fire. Passion burned in my veins as he stepped closer, his hands finding my face. He kissed me, his lips soft yet urgent. Our tongues entwined, each of us lost in a thrilling moment of pure ecstasy.
Lust was palpable and Benjamin and I embraced like two men starved for each other. Our tongues explored every inch of flesh, as our hands roamed our naked bodies. The intensity was remarkable and we were cursed and blessed. We could never look away, for we were forever entwined in a sinful embrace of desire.
He was a beautiful thing, Owen, all golden-haired and toned. We explored each other, my every twitch of pleasure matched by his, until finally it was time and without another word I wrapped my hands round his waist and slowly, oh so slowly, I thrust deep inside him. I moved in an out, faster and faster and faster, until my entire body was covered in sweat. He let out a long sigh, and as I felt his body tense around me, we both knew we had gone all the way.