He arched his back and braced himself against the sheets as the full force of pure, visceral ecstasy flooded his body. His eyes closed in rapture, lips open in silent pleasure, and forehead beaded with sweat; a piece of erotic art that surely could have been painted by an angel.
Browsing: splendor
He was lying in a pool of sweet post-coital sweat, still basking in afterglow. His lips were swollen from my tongue’s long, passionate exploration. Lingering tactile sensations still pulsing through my body, I wanted to stay here forever, in his tight embrace. His lips gently found mine, and I thought I might literally melt into him as he kissed me- senseless and tongue-tied in heaven’s afterglow.
He glides his hands around the rim of the infantile bucket, marveling at the supple porcelain embrace that ripples across his fingertips; the perfumed steam of raw flesh heavy and heady in the air. His hungry eyes follow the sinful splendor of the heaving pool of nameless, faceless bodies – a siren’s call to pleasure.