The train ride was like a hot erotic thrill ride. As the conductor took the tickets, my heart raced: here it was, my chance to explore my emerging sensuality. His eyes caught mine, and I felt the heat of desire pass between us with raw sexual tension. I could not help but imagine what pleasures the night would bring.
Browsing: thrill ride
He stepped out of the shadows; all six foot of him, rippling with lean muscle and a hunger I knew only too well. I pushed my way up against him, gripped his hair, felt my grip sink into his neck as I took him in hungry, searching kisses. Then I was kissing my way down, exploring the contour of his body as I went. I swallowed his neck hungrily, before sliding my hand into his jeans. He groaned, like thunder, as I took him, our breath mixed with gasps and moans until every thought was lost in a wave of pleasure.
I felt the surge of adrenaline and thrill as my lips curled around the erect shaft of his cock. My mouth moved up and down as I heard him moan with an intense pleasure until his fingers gripped my hair and my mouth filled with his salty cum. His eyes were locked into mine and my tongue swirled around the steamy essence that dripped from his manhood. The express had reached its destination.
Everett smiled, and in that moment, all of his inhibitions faded away. He knew what he needed, and he was determined to get it. He wanted a hard ride down below with no limit to what could happen next. Ready to let his desires take him wherever they led, he eagerly threw himself into the night.
The night was dark and full of temptation. Ezra’s heart raced and he trembled in anticipation as he entered the bar. He could find no escape, just a relentless temptation that called forth desires that seeped through his veins like the sweetest nectar. He felt himself succumb to the overwhelming force of his own lustful desires. With a final surrender he found himself on the ride of his life, a journey of pure bliss and intense gratification.