Drool worthy, thick, corded muscles wrapped in intricate weaving designs, cascaded all over tanned, toned, male skin. From the top of his left shoulder, down his bulging bicep, over his ribcage, waist, dipped into the sarong that covered his male essence and beyond. The black ropes of ink scaled down from a tree-trunk sized thigh, along tight carved out calves, to stop bluntly at the ankle. I could barely feel the sand burning the soles of my feet as I stood there in awe of the magnificent creature before me. He turned sideways giving me a lick-able view of a strong well-formed back, one that could easily lift me and two friends, and toss us easily into the ocean just beyond where he stood. A camera clicked repeatedly and then he looked at me. No, he didn’t look at me. His eyes sought mine across the thirty foot expanse between us. Brown eyes, the color of the deepest, darkest cocoa bean sizzled as they took in every ounce of my form. The stranger’s gaze slid over me like a burning caress, so heated I fanned my face trying to remove the searing feeling that encapsulated my skin.
