He stood before me, his bulging muscles gleaming in the artificial light, his eyes piercing into my soul. His soft, full lips stretched into a smoldering smile that made my heart race and my body ache with pure undiluted desire. I felt my inhibitions slipping away as his hands ran down my body, pushing me ever closer to the edge. It was then I realized that our sexy selfies had been an unexpected gateway into a night I would never forget.
Author: Hot Selfies
I felt my heart swell with Desire as I gazed upon the Hot Boy’s Sexy Selfies. His taut body, glowing skin, and powerful beauty ignited erotic fantasies of exploring his body, giving into blissful pleasure. His selfie captivated me, and I longed to feel his touch, exploring every inch of his muscled perfection.
His eyes were the same shade of dark chocolate as the sweet confection he was buying from the counter, and his stare sent shivers down my spine. The air was thick with anticipation of our potential liaison as we watched the dimly-lit room from an irresitable distance, and before long, his sensual selfies had unleashed a cascade of gay erotic fantasies.
His selfie pouts out crave. He meets my eyes, lips glossed weeping a sweet wetness that undone me. His tousled hair falls around his face like ivy on a white-washed wall. Every muscle, every vein, every inch of that face stalked my soul, and my mouth watered for a taste. I had to have him.
Wrapped up in my own world, I grip my hardening length tightly. I felt the heat swell up, my body locked in erogenous rapture as I twist and stroke. I flick my gaze between the searing image of his body and the bright-eyed vision in my mind. I breathe in the rapture of his tight abs, his curving abs, and my grip tightens. With a loud moan I expel my load, experiencing a pure euphoric release like no other.
Hot skin, tight muscles, and a hunger that could not be tamed. I spread my need before him in sweeping, passionate declarations. He understood it as only a man could—and pulled me closer and closer. As we explored each other, minds and hands ensnared by a fevered intoxicating grip, I knew there was no escape from this sensual thrill. I looked into his eyes and the world ceased to exist—it was just my fantasy, and him, and us, forever entwined.
His shirt was off now, revealing the taut chest, sharp abs, and broad shoulders of a man accustomed to seeing and being seen–a man used to turning heads and commanding attention. I wanted so badly to be the one to unlock his passionate, erotic soul.
His hands moved in perfect synchronization with his thoughts, his breathing getting heavier and heavier with each gentle stroke. His heart raced, his body lit up like fireworks in the night sky. As his gaze shifted from one selfie to the next, he felt that same electric pulse of desire growing and growing inside of him. He was on the edge of climax, ready to burst as his fingers slipped around his rock hard cock and with one final gasp of pleasure, he finally came undone.
I gave myself over to the thrill of his body, hypnotized by the sight of his perfect, toned abs and arms, as I imagined caressing them with my tongue. His enticing smirk screamed out a profound invitation for maddening pleasure and the unfulfilled menace of my deepest desires.
The art of the selfie is one of the most exciting weapons in any gay man’s seduction arsenal. When I see a hot guy’s selfie, I can almost taste the pleasure of his body before I’ve even touched it. I can feel the sweat glisten his skin as he turns and leans in to capture the perfect angle. I imagine our first kiss as he stares back, daringly, through his phone. I’m ready.