The sweet, succulent gully of pleasure opened up to me; I ran my melting tongue along its length, exploring every dip and curve, savoring the heady taste of manly arousal. I let myself be overcome by the power of its velvet embrace as I let it fill me with warmth and delight.
Browsing: #Succulent
The City of San Francisco was a playful mix of succulent studs and the brazen excitement of a stirred gay scene. Every corner I turned tasted of the mind-numbing pleasure of a forbidden aroma filling my senses. As I strolled through the streets, I beheld a spectrum of bewitching beauty, a bouquet of deliciously perfect physiques ready for the taking. It was like a temple to queer beauty, a temple that reminded me of Heaven Lane.