I can melt into his selfie. The cloying image of his face, his eyes, his tantalizingly low V-neck, all rendered in indefinable hues of blues, greens, and grays. He mesmerizes me, just looking at their beauty, invades my senses. Just a moment in his gaze and the thought of his touch on my skin- my pleasure is almost unbearable.
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The sand was hot on my legs as he knelt in front of me. In one swift move, his strong hands pushed shorts and boxers down and his eager mouth descended onto my cock. His tongue licked and teased along the shaft sending shivers down my spine. His skillful lips and tongue pulled and sucked me in deeper and deeper. Unforgettable.
He had talents, that’s for sure. He teased and probed each nerve ending until the pressure was unbearable. His motion was so deliberate, so skillful, as if he could read my body like a roadmap. I could feel his thick tongue full of pleasure, coating my shaft like an oil slick. Each deep gasp of air from his lips sending a roar of pleasure throughout my body. The intensity so strong, and then suddenly it built to an impossible crescendo that I never knew possible. Strangled and broken, I fell into ecstasy still tasting the sweetness of this Ibizan stranger.
I imagined his intensely sculpted and toned body that I had seen in his selfie, his tight jeans pulled low and revealing a hint of his neatly trimmed pubes. My mind raced with anticipation of the pleasure that awaited as I fantasised about passionately exploring every inch of his hard body and exploring all my deepest desires.
My thoughts turned to a dreamy boy with smooth skin, chiseled abs, and lips that promised pleasure. His selfies transported me into a realm of pure, hot desire, begging to be explored. I thought of all the unbounded ecstasy I could experience, my body aching from the pleasure of touching his tight, toned form. I wanted nothing more than to lose myself in his velvet embrace, to feel his burning ardor against my skin.
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.
Weaving our way to the dance floor, the heat of the night and the smell of pheromones made us drunkenly desperate. Clinging like salt to sand, the thrill of skin and kisses on the dance floor sent electric shocks of heat through us. A fateful glance, a few suggestive words and I knew I’d found my partner in delicious sin. We tore off into the night, eager to explore each other like hedonistic explorers.
The friction of a dozen tongues, the heat of manly bodies in close quarters and the thrill of uncontrolled desire converged in a sweaty hedonistic embrace. Every mouth was like a lover’s kiss, and each one struggled to satisfy the boundless lust of the others. What a momentous occasion: to witness such a display of passionate bisexuality!
He was a stranger in dark corners, unpredictable and unhinged. My first time with Nolan was nothing I’d expected, but something I’d never forget–the forbidden thrills of sweat-drenched exploration that left us with aching bodies and aching desires.
My eyes slid down his body, taking in every inch of his toned, muscular frame. His hard thighs and tight abs led to a mesmerizing view of his big, round balls. Licking my lips, I leaned in, mesmerized by the temptation of the sexy cavern between them, ready to explore every inch of its luscious depths.