Sweaty palms, heavy breathing, shirts ripped off and thrown on the floor, his lips exploring mine. I felt my body tense as he pressed his hot body against mine, pushing me to the bed in anticipation of a passionate night of college delights.
Browsing: Roommates
Words can’t describe the pounding heat my roommate’s body stoked in me, his domineering presence looming as we pushed against each other, each hard thrust pushing us further into a blazing inferno of homoerotic desire.
Throbbing with anticipation, I lay there in the darkness, trying to stay quiet but feeling my want building. My heart beat faster as he peeled my clothes away. His hot hands explored my body, teasing me into a state of ecstatic pleasure. His touch was electric – I strained against my own limits until I could take no more. Together, we sunk into the sheets, writhing in an orgasmic bliss.
He presses close against me, chest to chest, hips grinding into mine, the sweetest of moans seeping from his lips as I feel his heat and hardness against me. We ravage each other, devouring every inch of flesh with eager tongues, desire growing more and more intense until our mutual crescendo – his cum spilling onto my chest.
The room was silent as we disrobed, a crackling anticipation of red and blue as we explored each other, an erotic evolution of skin and sound as our bodies intertwined and yielded to our deepest hungers.
My roomie and I had a stolen moment of pleasure–a tenderly desperate kiss before he pushed me onto the bed with a whisper of a moan that promised something wicked. His hands roamed my body with gentle passion, uncovering my need for more than just his touch. That lingering kiss was fuel enough for the raging fire inside.
His body, so inviting and alluring, pressed up against mine as his warm lips lightly glided across my neck, sending shivers down my spine. His hands coiled their way around my waist, exploring every curve in such an erotic display of passion. I could feel his breaths become increasingly heavier against my skin as his touches became more feverish. The energy, the moment was filled with an intensity and desire that could barely be contained. All I wanted in that moment was him and I knew that desire was universally shared.
Sweaty and spent I lay beneath my dreamy roommate, his hard, muscled body pressing me into the bedsheets as he continued his passionate assault. Each thrust felt like an ultimate combination of my desires and pleasure, and I surrendered, my body pounding in ecstatic submission to his.
Hands flew and tongues teased as sweat dripped down our slick skin. His hips bucked wildly, rhythmically pounding into me as the thrusts grew in intensity, catapulting us ever closer to the edge of sex-fuelled ecstasy. I was no longer simply riding the wave of passionate homosexuality, I was in the midst of an all-consuming ocean, being consumed by desire.