
A Thirsty Gay Love Affair with Selfies
I was never the type of guy to limit my love to one person. I don’t think true gay love is ever measured in monogamous terms, but rather a plurality of passions and poses. I’m always looking for something to ignite my soul, something that will put my heart ablaze and cause me to perspire with desire. Enter the world of selfies.
A sextape of every flavor. An array of males of all shapes and sizes presented in a single frame. I can’t help but feel the same passion for these guys that I would feel towards the real thing. Each when I see one of these bring a bolt of electricity to my veins, and I can almost feel the intimacy of their breath upon my neck. Each time I can feel the excitement of the thirst of gay love. The hunger to reach out to these guys and touch them in ways I can only imagine.
This is my tale of a thirsty gay love with selfies. An ongoing story of love, lust, and digital connection that could only exist in a selfie age.
Table of Contents
- 1. Sexting Up a Storm: How Selfies Create an Incendiary Connection
- 2. The Pleasure ofErotic Visualization: Crafting a Communication of Desire
- 3. Letting Your Fantasize Come Alive: Aggressively Pursuing a Gay Love Affair with Selfies
- 4. Priming Up Your Photos: Working Your Selfies into a Frenzy of Sensual Stimulation
- In Conclusion
1. Sexting Up a Storm: How Selfies Create an Incendiary Connection
- The Heat of the Moment:
It was a moment of passion when my eyes were drawn to the selfies of the man I had been flirting with online for weeks. His smoldering gaze, his perfect body—it was a danger in wanton desire that I knew I should avoid. But I indulged myself, my eyes sweeping every inch of his pictures with delight. It was pure ingesting, the way I consumed the look of his tantalizing body, feasting on each detail like a sin waiting to be committed.
I couldn’t resist. I needed to make those fantasies of mine come to life. I needed to feel his touch in the pages of my life. I quickly sent him a text, my instructions explicit as I thirsted to make him mine. I wanted to ignite the fire and feel the heat of our connection, drawn exclusively from the power of his selfies.
- The Possibilities of Seduction:
Before I allowed the possibility of romance to overwhelm me, I mapped out my strategy of seduction. I was going to play him like a maddening game, luring him in with my carefully planned messages. I wanted to reveal my desires through language until he was just as engrossed in the sexual conversation as I was.
I aimed my incendiary arrows carefully, hitting my targets with precision. I spoke to him of naughty possibilities, of one night passionate affairs, of fantasies and longings that drove us both wild with intense pleasure. My words were chosen as carefully as the pictures he’d shared. I wanted to make his own fantasies come alive, just as I had been awakened by his pictures.
2. The Pleasure ofErotic Visualization: Crafting a Communication of Desire
Reveling in Visual Artistry: My bedroom was abuzz with an unrelenting energy that enveloped me and pressed upon the very walls of my soul. I had been scrolling through countless photos and selfies of seemingly perfect guys before I finally settled my gaze on the one I chose. His image inflamed my mind, the likes of which I had never felt before. His body was so sweet and alluring, from his taut chest, slow and elegant curves, and long legs that could go on forever. His face was a masterpiece, a painting that had me captivated, captivated by his eyes that screamed of innocence yet knowledge and understanding, his smile, so fragile and delicate yet so promising. His lips were so full and tempting, and his smooth neck begged to be caressed. I could feel myself growing warmer as I stared ever more deeply into the beauty of his form. I yearned to kiss and touch every inch of his body.
An Enticing Level of Intrigue: I felt compelled to make my voice and desires heard, so I sent out a direct message to the young man whose perfection captivated me. To my delight, he replied with enthusiasm and with open arms he welcomed my advances toward a closer encounter, saying that if I was eager for more erotic pleasure, he would show me just what I yearned for. Our sea of emotions continued to rise and with newfound courage I asked him for a date. We talked for hours, bonding together through mutual desires and longing for passionate love. His voice was so silky and sensual, and I wanted to feel his lips on mine more and more. Eventually, an unspoken agreement was made, and we carved out our first night together. His warm body was next to mine, every kiss, every touch was a level never felt before. His masculinity so strong, yet tender and inviting, his perfect body morphing into my own. Our final moment was beyond words, a love so beautiful that nothing else in the world mattered except the pleasure we found in each other.
3. Letting Your Fantasize Come Alive: Aggressively Pursuing a Gay Love Affair with Selfies
The Presentation
The hot bare chest gleaming in front of me, a prodigious expanse of masculine perfection that had been captured in a selfie, beckoned me further into the realm of heady desire and profound longing. My hands trembling with anticipation, I let a single finger trace along the contours of his muscles, already feeling the surging heat of his sweat against my fingertips. Gently, I caress the speed lines and powerful planes of his chest and feel my desire reach an apex as I continue along his smooth pecs and back down to his tantalizingly flexed abs.
The Pursuit
I find myself drawn in deeper, an instinctual urge to want more citifying itself inside me. My tongue reaches out kinkily licking his sculpted body, tasting the sweet moans of passionate arousal that contrasted perfectly with the stares of bold determination and fierce anger I felt through the frame of my screen. A thousand sensations of desire raced through my veins and begged me for this warm bouquet of pleasure – mystery, intensity, and pure bliss. I am absolute and convinced of what I must do, to bring this selfie of sexual allurement and seduction into existence. There was no other option; no other way to satisfy this thirsty gay love affair with selfies.
4. Priming Up Your Photos: Working Your Selfies into a Frenzy of Sensual Stimulation
An overload of erotic pleasure can take you to heavenly heights and nine feet away from the ground. Priming up those hot selfies for some sizzling and sensual stimulation creates an insatiable thirst for more pictures.
- Get the right gear. Make sure your phone or tablet is always ready, loaded, and fast with apps like Instagram, Tumblr, and WeHeartIt.
- Play the game of teasing. Make sure your selfies are never fully revealing even though they might evoke certain desires. Show things and hide things to make it more interesting.
- Sideshow Spectacular. Incorporate a little show-and-tell with mood lighting, mirrors, and props for a visual delight.
Struggle no more my lovelies, for I have seen the light of yonder selfie stars. Snap those hot and sexy selfies in every conceivable way, get creative – let your steamy sentiments loose. And never forget the mantra – “the thirstier for the visuals the better the fantasy tales”. A sensuous selfie will create an arc of desire that will be unforgettable. Set the stage for ecstasy. Unleash your thirst for gay love. Seize that craving and reach for the limits.
Selfies can also be snapped while engaging in activities like showering, cooking, or even exercising. Whether you’re in the nude, wearing sheer lingerie, or wearing nothing at all – let your thirst for gay love take you to far-off places you never knew existed. Let the selfie tell the story and always keep up the sizzling heat. A thirst for gay love is a quenchless one. And the kinkier they are, the better.
In Conclusion
The kiss of the gay selfie love affair lingered long after that night. Unforgettable. Every glimpse of a sweaty, shirtless selfie and each imagined touch of a hot guy’s ripped muscles elicited a raw, electric surge of lustful desire. I want more. I need more. I hungrily long for more. The only thing that can satisfy me now is more gay love, more sweaty selfies and more thirsty encounters with gay selfies and their searing hot owners–the loves of my life.