The monster slid in, taught and thick and uncut. It filled me up swiftly, pushing against my tight walls with astonishing power and passion. I gasped as I felt Dad’s length surprisingly grow thicker inside me even more. I’d never felt pleasure like it, a deep, hot wave that washed away everything but the sensation of being filled up by Daddy’s monster.
Browsing: #Sexy
The desert sun was dry, my skin thirsty, my craving for the hot mesquite air. The shore was alive with boys whose bodies spoke of sun-drenched days and steamy nights. Big and strong, wearing nothing but that irascible grin, they gave me a look of want: my desire an answer to a passionate longing. Each touch revealed an intimacy that burned with desire – and soon lost in it, I realised that Palm Springs was heaven.
The wild, sexy heat was suffocating, as if an invisible, intense force filled the air. Hot bodies, slick with sweat, tangled together, panting in rhythm with the pulsing music. Every nerve in my body lit up; charged by the heat and the smell of sex. I could feel desire and pleasure radiating from everyone in the room. It was an orgy unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. And I never wanted it to stop.
Sitting on my bed, mesmerized by the sexy selfies of hot guys, I drift into a world of heated homoerotic fantasy. I picture strong arms wrapping around me, our tongues and lips intertwined amidst a heated and passionate embrace. My breath quickens as I gasp at the thought of our skin sliding against one another in pure bliss.
The sexy saunter of boys in Cape Town was an electric experience. From the sandy shoreline to the twinkling nightlife, I just couldn’t take my eyes off them. My heart raced as I watched their slender frames parade down the street, their hips swaying seductively in the warm summer air. There was no denying the allure of Cape Town’s gorgeous gay boys.
My hands glided over his chiseled body, devouring every bit of his smooth skin. I was almost drunk with desire as I remembered gazing at his abs in that selfie that awoke my raw, deeply-hidden homosexuality. Everywhere I touched, I felt tingles of pleasure. His trembling breaths increased and his breath was hot as our lips finally met in a passionate, erotic kiss. I was completely in his thrall.
He pulls his shirt over his head, revealing a toned torso that stands to attention. His eyes, a vibrant blue, luminous as they flicker under my gaze. His hand reaches to his belt, and with an inviting stare and mischievous grin, he unfastens it and draws it from his hips. I have never seen anything so tantalising, so deliciously erotic.
“The hot guy staring back at me from the selfie was a living and breathing work of art. His luscious lips, muscular shoulders and those penetrating eyes! His body was merely the canvas; I the creator of the passionate story unfolding within its erotic frames. It was as if I was transcribing my own form of explicit erotica, a deliciously vivid saga that was unlike any other.”
His strong, toned body barely contained beneath skin-tight shorts, sending a wave of heat throughout my core. I clearly appreciated the lines of muscle and tightness, and was eager to explore the enticing bulges beneath. Deliciously aroused, I couldn’t wait to discover the hidden treasures that lay before my eyes.
The bulging sexy speedo invited me in like a tantalising promise, kissing my skin with its sleek fabric and stretching tautly around my thighs and hugging my contours. Its snugness was both delightful and strange, my heart beat faster in anticipation.