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A Savage Selfie Erotic Fantasy

I was alone in my bedroom, lying still on my bed, just staring up at the ceiling. In front of me, my phone’s screen lit up with the inviting grin of a sexy stranger half way across the world. His selfie was full of taunting confidence, so I couldn’t help but let my mind wander. I kept imagining his body close to mine and how it might be like to feel his touch all over me. As I dozed between a foggy sleep and an intense fantasy I let myself be dragged into a savage and incredibly erotic dreamscape that I can’t seem to forget.

Table of Contents

• 1. Tuning Up from the Attention Grabbing Selfie
• 2. Picking the Lucky Winner for an Errand of Erotic Pleasure
• 3. Ride the Savage Wave of Hot Homoerotic Passion
• 4. Unveiling the Climactic Outcome of an Unforgettable Night
• Key Takeaways

1. Tuning Up from the Attention Grabbing Selfie

My eyes hunger for a vision that will satisfy my lust. Drawn in by a single selfie from a stranger who appeared from my ever growing, never quite fulfilled, pool of online crushes, the thought of his picture fills me with a dizzying feeling, like all of my insecurities and uncertainties were suddenly blasted away.

He has a face of god-like proportions and a body to match. His eyes, like two flashlight beams in the night, pierce my soul. His mouth curves in an alluringly wide smirk as if to say, ‘come hither and make me yours.’ I can almost feel his soft skin, his muscled chest, and his powerful arms as I stare hypnotically into his gaze. The urge to devour every inch of him kicks up a frenzy of excitement as my heart races, aches, and longs for his attention.

I imagine his silky lips pressing against mine, enticing me further. His hands exploring my body, teasing my mouth, my neck, my chest, the anticipation of our imminent unbridled and savage intimacy. My body shudders with pleasure as I become lost in my wild fantasies of intoxication and desire.

2. Picking the Lucky Winner for an Errand of Erotic Pleasure

I laid the photos of the eligible contestants on the bed in front of me, taking in the exquisite beauty of each one. A tingling sensation ran through my body as I carefully examined every detail of the men before me. In my mind, I created a detailed narrative for each snapshot that I had taken of their mouths, their eyes, and their chiseled bodies.

I wanted to pick a man that would take me on an adventure, a savage Selfie Erotic Fantasy, so to speak. To make the decision easier, I listed each of their qualities.

• Mr. X – Athletic body, loves experimenting in bed, has a full bush of pubes.
• Mr. Y – Deliciously handsome face, down to try anything, smooth body, no pubes.
• Mr. Z – Perfectly toned, desires to dominate, trimmed pubes.

All of them were appealing in their own ways, but I yearned for the kind of man that could take me to the edge of my erotic desires and push me further into unexplored realms. I decided that it would take a man who was confident and unafraid – Mr. X. With the image of his chiseled body and luscious pubes burned into my mind, I eagerly waited for our designated rendezvous.

3. Ride the Savage Wave of Hot Homoerotic Passion

The Selfie Eruption, The Savage Heat

I was scrolling through my Instagram feed when I saw it. His selfie – the one which announced a fierce erotic landmine ready to detonate in my head. His muscles coiled, his sharp jawline, his electric blue eyes – beneath his tight tank top and that slimfitted denim – they all united in a maddening, stimulating, savage whole. I shivered in anticipation as I sat on my bed, my laptop on my lap and my throbbing cock in my hand. In that moment he had become my own personal Piped Piper, leading me – with a sexy come-hither curl of his lips – to an erotic shore.

My finger swirled around my straining shaft as thoughts of licking my way all down that body flooded me. His taste and smell – all that hot musk and sweat – the thought of all that made me moan and bite down on the bed cover to contain my excitement.

The ride begins

This was a ride of exquisite torture – as I built up pleasure with violent playful thrusts – I imagined his mouth finding every part of mine, devouring it like an exotic animal; his tongue dancing with mine, exploring and tantalizing. His fingertips, grazing my skin – his heavy body on top of me, his hips pushing up against mine. His raging fire igniting me, consuming me, over and over until I crashed against the waves of passion – gasping for air – before the intense thrill of it all drove me into total submission. A savage, homoerotic passion that left me blissfully spent.

4. Unveiling the Climactic Outcome of an Unforgettable Night

I tiptoed around the room anxiously, my heart thudding with anticipation as I fell under the spell of his devious stares. He was lounging against the bedframe, with one arm propped behind his neck, his hardened body practically begging me to take it.

He knew exactly what I wanted, and he didn’t have to say a thing. His face was a mixture of passion and hunger, his pheromones prickling my skin and sending sensations through the air.

As I approached, I watched a slow smirk spread across his lips, and I felt myself flush with arousal. His powerful hands wrapped around my waist, sweeping me into his grasp and drawing me in tight to his torso. His skin was magnetizing, my lips parting to embrace his warmth as I reveled in his kiss. His tongue explored past the depths of my mouth, and I felt myself trembling as his primal power enveloped me.

Our bodies swayed in synchronicity, passionate and feverish as we shedding our clothes. I lost myself in his every touch, the feelings so intense that I could scarcely capture my breath. Sweat melded us together as my nails dug into his skin and our mouths moans and pleas only fuelling our fire. Every moment seemed to last an eternity, all of our senses electrified in our pursuit of premium pleasure.

We ignited ourselves together one final time, shaking and panting with animalistic intensity until we were both too weak to move. We submerged ourselves in a slick of sheets and body heat, the environment thick and heavy with pleasure. As the night came to a close, I a mesmerized and exhausted shell of pleasure, drained from what had been one of my most unforgettable nights.

Key Takeaways

The Savage Selfie Erotic Fantasy became nothing more than a fever dream, fading further and further away into the depths of my demented sexual soul. I had ventured into a world of delicious and unbridled indulgence and there was no going back. I may never look at a selfie in quite the same way ever again, but my memories of this wild and primal experience will remain with me forever, while seeming to grow more and more vivid and beautiful with time.