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The Hot and Dark Night I Shared With Lincoln

The neon sign said ‘Lincoln’ and I knew that I was going to be in for an adventurous and dangerously erotic night. It was the perfect setting – dark and gritty with the prospect of something dramatically different, daring and attractive waiting for me inside. I stepped through the doorway and saw him silhouetted against the light. There was something intensely alluring about his silent, sultry demeanor – he seemed to be exactly what I was looking for. I wanted to be transported into an exotic and homoerotic world of pleasure, and so it began. He traced a demandingly intimate line of affection along my body and his devilish smile left me feeling tantalized and yearning for more. He embraced me and my body tensed as I felt his breath tickle my skin, our hearts intertwined in a passionate, burning embrace. The night went on in an ever-increasing maelstrom of pleasure and extraordinary passion that pushed the boundaries of our carnal desires. I knew I had embarked on a journey with no turning back. From that moment, I knew I had been engulfed by the thrilling and hot, dark night I shared with Lincoln.

Table of Contents

• 1. The Long Walk to His Place
• 2. Desperate Desire and Frenzied Passion
• 3. Entwined and Intertwined
• 4. We Lay Naked and Satisfied
• In Conclusion

1. The Long Walk to His Place

• The streets were alive. Buildings groaned in city’s night-time symphony, traffic hummed, music pumped from nightclubs and sweeping brush of footfalls accompanied us in our late-night stroll. We walked quickly and I stumbled on the cracks of the sidewalk. I was tight inside my pants though—not a few steps away from being driven by uncontrollable arousal, I rolled my eyes as Lincoln flashed his manly smirk. His large body stealing the faint light from the streetlamps, his eyes smouldering on the rare occasions we stopped for a moment’s breath.
• It all felt like an escape from reality. The warmth that had filled his flat earlier was still present, like a tender omen reminding me of the impending events. Soon enough we approached his building, his silhouette cut up by the yellow-stained midnight sky. I took delight in the anticipation that only comes with heightened sexuality, and soon enough his door lay open. His place was a lingering fable, with soft rugs, big bed, and polished furniture.

2. Desperate Desire and Frenzied Passion

The Lust of Lincoln

I met Lincoln at a small bar downtown. We were both young, had a similar style, and immediately ignited a spark between us. Our eyes locked and I felt drawn to him in ways I hadn’t before. I gave him a suggestive smile and asked if he wanted to join me in the back, away from the other partiers. It felt like he almost couldn’t keep his hands off me as we found shelter in a dark corner of the club.

He grabbed my hand and brushed it against his body, kissing me and sending tingles up and down my spine. I felt his hunger coursing through my veins and I could feel it deep in my heart. I wanted him more than anything else in the world. His kisses were full of longing, and our naked skin met as his hands ran over my body and my lips moved against his. Our movements were desperate and frenzied, a cacophony of pounding hearts and feverish desire that would crest and break and build up again into dizzying heights. I could barely keep up with the intensity of his passion and I embraced him with everything I had.

Lincoln and I spent the rest of the night in a passionate embrace, lost in our own little world of pure bliss and hot, frenzied energy. The harsh light of day made the momentary pleasure of our passionate night seem foolish, but in the dark I never felt so content.

3. Entwined and Intertwined

My Body Negotiates With The Wet Heat

I met Lincoln at a bar after a long day at work. Soft spoken and darkly brooding, I quickly felt enamored by his ravenous eyes which pulled my soul closer. His raw energy escalated as we touched and drunk our sorrows away with each other’s presence. Our physical existence had only its own agenda and as we made our way back to my place, I knew our night had only begun.

He latched onto my skin and extended the pleasure of his touch. The wet heat emanating from our movements swept away my inhibitions. His breath entangled around my body and, as our bodies intertwined, I finally felt my deepest desire fulfill. His embrace seemed to make my body melt into his, our flesh inseparable. As we explored each other’s true passion, our pleasure intermingled in a frenetic communion of sweat, breaths, body heat and exerted movements. It was the perfect combination of intense feelings, warm kisses and raw emotions that would forever be etches in my minds.

4. We Lay Naked and Satisfied

The Cloth Fell to the Floor

Lincoln stepped out of his jeans, his arousal plain as his boxers hit the floor. His tanned chest and chiseled abs gleamed in the half-light and I felt a thrill of anticipation run through me as I revealed myself too. We closed the gap between us, naked and free, our skin electrified as we collided.

Standing there, silent, we let the air speak for us. His arms wrapped around my waist and his face buried in my neck. His rough hands ran down my spine to my ass and he tugged me harder against him. I moaned in anticipation as his lips trailed down my throat, tasting and teasing my own. Our breath came in hot gasps of lust as he pulled me closer, our hips grinding together.

Our Skin Spoke the Rest

We kissed hard and long, exploring each other with abandon. His body was hard and hot against mine and I felt fire kindling in my core as he moved me against him. Lincoln grabbed my hand, our fingers entwined, and he pushed me onto the bed. We sunk into each other, his lips fiercely claiming my own. His fingers stroked the back of my neck, his palms brushing my face with a tenderness that awakened desire in me. My thighs parted and I felt his hips press against my own, and I cried out as I opened up to him.

The rest of our night was a blur of blistering touches, wet kisses, and feverish desires. We rode each other into a state of bliss, until, finally, we lay panting and satisfied, our bodies slick with sweat.

In Conclusion

The night with Lincoln still lingers in my mind, vivid and intense like it only happened yesterday. It was dark, gritty and intense as I thought it would be, and his touch sent sparks through my veins. We shared a connection that felt like it could last an eternity. As I look back on that hot and dark night, I can’t help but feel an overwhelming feeling of carnal pleasure, overcome with a deep desire for more. The thrill of desire still remains with me and I can’t stop thinking of that last passionate kiss. Until we meet again.