2
2
Profile
- Gender
- Man
- Looking For
- Woman
- Country
- Canada
- Marital Status
- Single
- Height
- 6 ft 1 in / 186-188 cm
- Body Type
- Athletic
- Race
- Hispanic
- Religion
- Spiritual
- Profession
- Student
About Me
Hi I'm Elias Bo from Spain they didn't have European Spanish as a choice.
Just a 6'1" tall Spanish guy, a creature of habit nocturnal eternal. Immortal beloved, be loved, be admired, be desired, devoured... dearly tenderly, amorously and overwhelmed passionately. A man lost in lust, a boy insatiably at play on valleys, hills, and mountains in blind bewilderment atop of pleasure peaks, from the feel of your soft skin and boundless delicate beauty. How I would love to insatiate your senses a fire, your skin a cool icy shiver, the bite surely not of frost but of desire as if to want to have back the past loves lost in one trembling sensation.
Someone adventurous, someone who can keep me interested everyday when near me and when I am away from home. My willing prey, an ache at her thighs beginning to moist with fevers risen from her. My growing prowess increasingly aroused, so strongly, had me developed clear foresight, a power only described as the ability to see across the distance, with that a connection and my haunting presence in the room assured, anticipant of my touch in the realm of dreams that she'd succumb to. When I'd know my desire was love for I could almost touch her, were I to just will myself. The psychic transportation of my form nearly complete, the portal of my mind's eye opened, she'd have me stepped into the passions of my heart and fallen a humbled Dark Prince, at her feet as she lay there in the seethrough gown and perfumed air, welcoming my touch. With a wave of my hand as if to call her to me, she would lift from her sacred bed and float on towards me, her desperate hands would not contain themselves and held in them the sensuality of her breasts and stroked at their desires to satisfy a yearning, to have passions devoured of them. She'd come ever closer and nearly succumb to dripping ecstasy before I bore my teeth into her thighs, my hands restraining the hard erect anxieties of my intentions, as I drank deeply, inch by inch closing in on the lips of her virtues... soon to become the frenzy
Just a 6'1" tall Spanish guy, a creature of habit nocturnal eternal. Immortal beloved, be loved, be admired, be desired, devoured... dearly tenderly, amorously and overwhelmed passionately. A man lost in lust, a boy insatiably at play on valleys, hills, and mountains in blind bewilderment atop of pleasure peaks, from the feel of your soft skin and boundless delicate beauty. How I would love to insatiate your senses a fire, your skin a cool icy shiver, the bite surely not of frost but of desire as if to want to have back the past loves lost in one trembling sensation.
Someone adventurous, someone who can keep me interested everyday when near me and when I am away from home. My willing prey, an ache at her thighs beginning to moist with fevers risen from her. My growing prowess increasingly aroused, so strongly, had me developed clear foresight, a power only described as the ability to see across the distance, with that a connection and my haunting presence in the room assured, anticipant of my touch in the realm of dreams that she'd succumb to. When I'd know my desire was love for I could almost touch her, were I to just will myself. The psychic transportation of my form nearly complete, the portal of my mind's eye opened, she'd have me stepped into the passions of my heart and fallen a humbled Dark Prince, at her feet as she lay there in the seethrough gown and perfumed air, welcoming my touch. With a wave of my hand as if to call her to me, she would lift from her sacred bed and float on towards me, her desperate hands would not contain themselves and held in them the sensuality of her breasts and stroked at their desires to satisfy a yearning, to have passions devoured of them. She'd come ever closer and nearly succumb to dripping ecstasy before I bore my teeth into her thighs, my hands restraining the hard erect anxieties of my intentions, as I drank deeply, inch by inch closing in on the lips of her virtues... soon to become the frenzy
