He pulled me closer, crushing my body into his hard, sculpted muscles. His lips were as powerful as his body, his tongue exploring the depths of my mouth. I closed my eyes and was lost in his embrace–we became one. In that moment I felt alive, completely and utterly alive. I had found my paradise–Muscle Heaven.
Browsing: tel aviv
The Tel Aviv night air was filled with spice and heat. I felt the raw, electric energy of passion while roaming the city streets, searching for cute boys. What I found were heated kisses and burning touches. Primal urges led to epic encounters and passionate nights. I felt alive and sexy, push and pull of youthful desires driving the night.
My days and nights in Tel Aviv were spent exploring every dark corner of the city. Strong, bronzed arms of the young Israeli men were the tethers, pulling me closer until I clung to them, exploring their bodies like a secret. A playful exchange of kisses and touches left me breathless, passionate yet beyond aroused. I was alive in the electric atmosphere Tel Aviv aroused in me.