The heat of Valencia was oppressive, and the sensual smell of jasmine and cedar in Sitges was beckoning. I wandered its cobblestone streets for hours, delighting in its dark alleys and pulsing nightlife. I soon found myself in the arms of an overheated Spaniard, yielding to pure passion and pleasure in the hot Mediterranean night.
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The heat lingered in the summer air, an electric charge that resonated through the streets of Sitges. Everywhere I looked, I saw muscle jocks and smooth twinks, and I felt my heart quiver as I watched them go. It felt like paradise, a homoerotic playground with pleasures untold. Was this all a dream, or was it real? I soon found out as I stepped inside and let the ecstasy take me.