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I was sitting at the bar, a warm drink in my hand, tired but still alert. The music behind me was playing softly, but I wasn't paying attention anymore. Then I saw her. She walked in as if the whole world were parting for her, with that confidence, that sensuality that needs no effort to be noticed. My eyes were fixed on her immediately. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her long neck seemed to invite a touch. When she met my gaze, I felt a shiver run through my body, the kind of shiver that see the rest

La pluie tambourinait doucement contre les vitres du vieux train de nuit, filant à travers la campagne française. Dans la cabine numéro 6, les lumières étaient tamisées. Une odeur de cuir et de bois ciré flottait dans l’air, mêlée au parfum discret d’ambre et de cèdre qu’elle portait sur sa peau.Je l’avais rencontrée quelques heures plus tôt, sur le quai désert de la gare de Lyon. Une silhouette élégante, trench beige ceinturé à la taille, regard franc et souriant. Nos places see the rest

Il m’avait repéré depuis un moment. Un mec blond, jeune, nerveux, assis seul au comptoir du bar du village. T-shirt trop serré, jambes qui bougeaient sans arrêt. Il faisait semblant de boire tranquille, mais je voyais bien qu’il matait. Il n’attendait qu’un signal.Je suis allé m’asseoir à côté de lui. J’ai commandé une bière, sans un regard. Juste ma cuisse contre la sienne. Rien de plus. Il n’a pas bougé. Il a juste rougi, et il a serré les lèvres. Alors j’ai tourné see the rest

The loft was bathed in dim light, as if the city itself had held its breath. A warm breeze filtered through the half-open windows, carrying the distant scent of asphalt and night flowers. In the center of the living room, a vinyl record was spinning slowly, distilling a humid, almost carnal jazz. Elisa stretched out on the sofa, naked, her skin golden with the last reflections of the day. Her messy hair fell over her shoulders, and her gaze lazily followed Liam's movements, leaning on the kitchen see the rest

Les basses de la techno berlinoise cognent dans mes tripes, le club est une fournaise d’odeurs – sueur, alcool, désir brut. Je danse, torse nu, ma peau luisante collée à Clara et Léo. Clara, en cuir noir qui sculpte ses courbes, griffe mon dos, ses ongles creusant des sillons qui m’arrachent un grognement. « T’aimes ça, hein, salaud ? » souffle-t-elle, sa langue frôlant mon oreille. Léo, chemise déchirée, m’agrippe la taille, ses yeux de loup me dévorent. « Moi, tu me veux see the rest

I still remember with almost painful clarity the night I walked through the doors of my favorite swingers club, a sanctuary where my wildest desires could be freely expressed. That evening, as an assertive and active bisexual man, I had decided to let myself go completely, without restraint, to explore these burning urges that had inhabited me for too long. I wore a slightly unbuttoned black shirt, revealing just enough of my chest to pique curiosity, and fitted pants that emphasized my curves, an see the rest

It was almost midnight when I boarded the empty train of the last subway on line 6. I was returning from a rather long, frankly boring dinner with colleagues I barely knew. The air was humid, almost sticky. I had unbuttoned the top of my shirt to breathe a little, and I could feel the sweat gently sliding between my shoulder blades. The car was deserted, except for a guy sitting at the very back. He was wearing a black tank top that fit perfectly around his shoulders and arms. He had a well-defined see the rest

Hello everyone, this time I'm going to tell you about the time I went to a gay sauna during a foam party. After work, I take my car and head to this sauna, you should know that I had no idea that there was a foam party. Arrival in front of this sauna, no room. I wait a quarter of an hour for a car to deign to make way for me. A person finally arrives, gets into his car and disappears around the corner. I think in place and without looking around me, I open the door to forbidden pleasures. I pay my see the rest

This story happened on a Friday night after work. I was in a pretty hot mood and really wanted and needed to relieve the pressure of this exhausting week. So I connect to the site and send a message to one of the cruising spots in my area. I wait, I smoke a cigarette and I see that no one answers. More or less disappointed, I undertake to leave and go find my happiness elsewhere, to tell the truth, the place where I am is not very conducive to meetings today, a few tourists here and there n don't see the rest

I enter the famous sauna of my city. Most of the time, it's a gay sauna and 2 or 3 times a week, women and couples come to indulge in the pleasures of the flesh.Today it's Gay, I go there mainly to relax without anything special behind the head, even if the idea crosses the mind. I undress and close the locker. My only weapon is my cock and a towel that is slightly too small to hang it around my waist, you have to know that I am a beautiful baby of the "Bear" style. After a good shower, I take a see the rest