It was a night of lonely musings and languid imagination, wistful dreaming and deliciously naughty thoughts. As I scrolled through the endless stream of selfies and buff, semi-clad boys who glowed in the digital allure of the modern world, I felt abuzz with the desires of experiencing the real thing. The handsomest of them captivated and aroused me, and I found myself scrolling through the same profile again and again, increasingly stirred by the immaculate glory of my dream boy. I closed my eyes and indulged in day-dreaming of the steam that I knew would fill the room, as soon as I would let him be real, and bring my fantasies of delicious romance to life.
Table of Contents
- 1. Meeting My Dream Boy
- 2. Exploring His Alluring Physique
- 3. Unbridled Passion in His Eyes
- 4. Creating a Fantasized Fantasy of Selfies
- Future Outlook
1. Meeting My Dream Boy
The Moment He Walked in the Room:
The breath rushed out of my lungs the moment his gaze met mine. He was my dream boy come to life; his eyes as blue as the Caribbean Sea, jawline strong and sexy, and his body readied for my exploration. I was lost in this moment—longing to touch and explore every inch of his body. His shorts fit him like a glove, showcasing his muscularity and the bulge at his crotch that made my heart race. His hikes, his lips, his smile—just an angel walking amongst us mortals who was about to grant me my every wish.
I Couldn’t Believe This Was Happening:
I couldn’t believe this was happening! His sparkling eyes twinkled in the dimly lit room and his broad chest stretched invitingly before my eyes. All I can think was, “Please don’t let this be a dream!” I felt like I had known him forever, yet I had never seen him before. Like a fantasy I had crafted in my mind, daydreamed about in my free time, and saved the images in my phone. For a while, I crouched there, afraid to break the perfect silence that elongated this moment and afraid that he would suddenly disappear if I blinked. But then, I knew it was time to seize the moment. I stepped forward, and that’s when my dream came true.
2. Exploring His Alluring Physique
- Craving the Skin
My eyes were transfixed on his selfies. His body, my ripe apple, divided by ridges constructed from powerful muscles that begged to be caressed and licked. An outline of chiseled curves crafted from absolute perfection, his smile deceived my soul into believing that I could want more than just his appearance. I wanted all of him. His body, his thirst for life, and that raw desire to feel him next to me. Captivated by the beauty of his masculine frame, I wanted to explore every inch of his alluring physique with my touch, my lips, and my tongue.
Between his deep-set eyes, I’d let my hands graze his forehead feebly, with my softest fingertips. Gently, I’d cup his cheeks to feel the warmth radiating from his skin, before bringing my lips within an inch of his own. A whisper of anticipation coursed through my veins as I imagined the sensation of his salty lips mingling with my own. With strong but tender arms, I’d wrap myself around his body, feeling the hardness of his torso pressed against my flesh. I wanted to savor every pleasure that his body offered me.
3. Unbridled Passion in His Eyes
Concealed beneath His Shirt
The selfies he took of himself revealed a pale blue undershirt, barely concealing the hard contours of his broad chest and graceful biceps. As I lingered my gaze upon the delicate fabric, I could hardly keep myself from impulsively tearing it away and throwing it to the ground, barely containing my desire to explore the treasure hiding beneath. My lust reached its peak as his eyes locked with mine in a moment of intense connection. He had no need to speak, for I knew with such conviction the passionate yearning in his soul.
Compulsion to Touch
His warm hands burned my skin as they caressed across my cheek in gentle yet ravenous movements. I was shocked by my own boldness, unable to control the instinctual urges surging through my veins; I wrestled with the chaotic temptation as I pressed my hand fervently to his body. I felt his heart pounding uncontrollably through his garments and I clung closer to his warmth in a trance-like state of ecstasy. Our tangled forms expressed the unbridled passion of our emotions without a single word spoken between us.
4. Creating a Fantasized Fantasy of Selfies
The allure of the selfies I come across on the Internet are as undeniable as they are promising. Each is like a new and exciting adventure beckoning for me to join in. I relish the thought of my eyes drinking in every little detail, curling around each of these magnificent young men and finally resting on a face that ooze a sense of forbidden longing. I am transfixed by the wonder of my fantasy unfolding.
My dream boy is the embodiment of perfection, the one who stands out amongst all. His gaze is like the burning of a supernova, gripping me in its awe-inspiring embrace, drawing me closer yet, taunting me with a temptingly naughty allure. His smile spreads across his face, warm and inviting, hypnotizing me to stay in its illuminated presence. His body, a powerful mix of strength and grace—his muscles ripple with every slightest move, so satisfying to the eye. His skin, silky-smooth to the touch, begging me to be near. All melted together into an enduring embrace of beauty. To me, this is true bliss.
Future Outlook
The last word I wrote was a fantasy of being with someone beautiful and just what I was looking for in a dreamy guy. How I wished it could be that way every time I saw selfies online, the way I saw them tonight, dreaming of pure bliss and beautiful fantasies when I was alone. I was left wanting more and hoping for the best that another amazing fantasy of a hot selfie would come my way … until then, I would just have to conjure up my own selfies to set course for yet another dream.