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A Mirror Selfie Afterglow: A Homoerotic Ode

It was like nothing I’d ever felt before. After what had just transpired a few moments ago, this was even better. The bed sheets were still disheveled, the room still filled with the post-coital pleasure of two young gay men who had just explored each other’s bodies. I looked to him, and he to me, my body still glowing in the light of the morning sun that was shining through the window. Lost in the stare of his beautiful blue eyes, complemented by the white and grey of his latest mirror selfie, I could not help but write an ode to the pleasure we had just shared. This is a tale of homoerotic afterglow told through the lens of a mirror selfie, an ode to the beauty of gay love.

Table of Contents

• 1. Entering the Afterglow of the Mirror Selfie
• 2. Letting the Sensuality Flow
• 3. Celebrating Homoerotic Beauty
• 4. Becoming a Part of the Moment
• Concluding Remarks

1. Entering the Afterglow of the Mirror Selfie

One Man

I’d touched myself, thought about his body through my fingertips. I ran them against my skin in time to his image – his expressionless, unitasking countenance. It pleased me, tickled me, commanded me further with its resisting trappings of desire. I craved to crawl through that mirror and make his wounds my own, but instead I let my body join his, tangled and surly in the ropey creases of my bed. His body grew bigger in the afterglow, reflecting a light that wouldn’t shine through this frame of glass. He was real now, complete and transcendent, and so too was I.

Two Men

The air held us close, aching and insatiable with the task of passion. We crammed our skin together in a hot, fuzzy bundle, devouring each other with frenzied tongues and dipping motions. We twirled and looped, in and out of the arms of afterglow that spread from his mirrored selfie, our two distinct frames of want bumping and grinding, pushing and questioning – ravishing in its energy, spilling love from every corner. His hands combing through my torso as mine did his, a hot language of fingers connecting us completely in one thunderous surge of pleasure.

We reached our crescendo, a homoerotic ode to him, to me, and to us. He groaned his satisfaction into my shoulder, quietly shivering as we processed the night’s surrender – a satisfied plea of agreement between us both. I tucked my chin and stole a glance – this man, indistinguishable from his selfie now and bowing to the sacred chore of the afterglow.

2. Letting the Sensuality Flow

It was a long night of sweaty pleasure, furtive yet free caresses and daring explorations of forbidden places. We were both exhausted and sweaty from the sexual journey we had taken. I rolled over to his side of the bed, pulling him into my arms as I let out a contented sigh.

We lay there together, savoring the moment of post-coital bliss that followed while also taking in the subtle scents of our intertwined bodies still lingered in the air. Our naked skin still glowed in the light of a nearby mirror, the sight of our intertwined forms a sensual reminder of the moments we had just shared. There he was, his body warm and inviting, his dirtied lips still agape with an afterglow of satisfaction. His eyes beamed at me, a masculine yet gentle gaze of love and relief.

We kissed each other slowly, tenderly tasting each other’s heat, still lost in the moment but wanting to prolong it. I explored his body with my fingertips, tracing each muscle and caressing those contours that only existed for us. His luscious lips melded with mine as he began to kiss me more deeply, his moans of pleasure soft and quiet beneath stretching sighs of contentment and fulfillment.

As the night drifted away, ourunbridled and uninhibited love only grew, as each sleep moment passed in his arms was filled with the bliss and freedom of another night’s afterglow.

3. Celebrating Homoerotic Beauty

Shared Passion from the Afterglow of a Selfie

An intimate hush hung in the air, a charged silence that followed the seconds that had passed since I took the picture. Captured in vivid detail was a vision of our saunal pleasure, the scent of our bodies warm and entwined together still heavy in the air. I opened my eyes, and as my gaze fell on the mirror, I was enchanted, soothed by what the glimmering glass revealed.

The muscled chest of my lover, etched in perfection, glowed a gentle shade of pink in the nightlight, and a distant smirk hung upon his lips, seeming to suggest a lingering thought of our passions just moments before. His wild hair curling around his face that seemed illuminated by his presence, like a halo surrounding a sleeping saint. As I studied our image, from the sliver of sun tattooed across his exposed shoulder blade, to the heaving sides that sagged in a resilient pleasantness, I knew this vision would be my savor, blackmail to relive those few treasured moments of joy.

As I descended into the deep slumber of the night, I snuggled up to my bedqueen, enfolding myself against the man who birthed my reverie. I allowed myself one final glance of the selfie, unflinching and perfect, before blowing out the candle in our bedroom and finally letting go, finally existing in pure bliss.

• The air was still with shared passions and secrets
• The vision glowed pink in the nightlight
• A distant smirk hung on his lips
• Illuminated by his presence, a halo of sleep slept around him
• The sun tattooed across his shoulder blade
• Heaving sides that sagged in a resilient pleasantness
• Deep slumber of the night held us in pure bliss

4. Becoming a Part of the Moment

The night shifted its hue from midnight black to a sulphurous shade of pale yellow. I was alone in my chamber, luxuriating in my musky afterglow, daydreaming of all the alluring glances, wispy breaths, and tingling touches that happened to me not so long ago. I remembered our time together should I close my eyes I could truly taste him, relive every intense, lingering moment.

What really left me leaning against the wall, with barely enough strength to move, as the night deepened, was the memory of us standing in front of the mirror, both of us in languid undress. His bare chest glistening with sweat, and his fingers playing against my skin. His gaze travelling along my every curve and I felt so fragile and vulnerable in his presence. I had never been looked at like that, with such profound amazement and adoration. We were both curved and seductive shadows, casted against the wall, still entranced and connected.

• I could feel him everywhere, molding into me as if I was his home.
• The air was surprisingly fragrant and soapy and bore traces of our blissful union.
• His words kept echoing in my ear as if they were indelibly burnt into my mind.
• We shared a few breaths and caresses and then, the inevitable ended too soon.

It was this very moment that I kept coming back to, the scene so vivid in my head that I want to linger. It felt like a hazy dream, with muted colors and a soothing sense of calm that would never leave me, no matter how much life may ordinarily dictate and demand. I did not know if it was love or just a raw and primal union, but it was undoubtedly pure and unforgettable.

Concluding Remarks

The ecstasy of this experience lingers in my mind as I drift off into a heavenly state of rest. I’m gently rocked in the shelter of my own solitude, the scent of our love still lingering on my skin. I can feel the warmth radiating off of the images I see in the mirror, his tousled locks and dark eyes etched on my skin like an ancient tattoo. In the sweet afterglow of our lovemaking, I am left with nothing but the beauty of our shared moments and the hazy memories of the night. My heart is full, and the fire inside, forever sparked by his image, can never be extinguished.