He stood before me, desperate yet debonair, exuding a primal magnetism that my heart could not ignore. We embraced, united by yearning and hunger, and I tasted his honeyed lips that I’d only dreamed of before. Our tongues, our bodies, our kisses intertwined, ignited with a sensual fury unlike any other I’d known. The selfies guy was real; our connection, it was true. I’d never felt this alive before, such eros and sensuality.
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He traced his finger along the soft curves of the muscular man’s body, the salty sweat from his neck beading on his tongue with every kiss. He moved lower and lower, savouring every detail as his hands explored every inch of the man’s body, setting his nerves ablaze with desire. He felt a passionate heat radiating from the man’s cock and surrendered himself to the intensity of the moment. All his senses ignited, he wanted this man more than ever before.
He loved the way they stared back at him, eager for the exchange of secret, homoerotic desires. He wanted to replace their digital selfies with mutual, intimate kisses and bare flesh quivered with anticipation. The thought of it all made his heart race and his mouth water.
He feasted his eyes on the intoxicating photos of big, thick, and luscious dick selfies, fully aroused by the sheer glory of the long, inviting curves and the beauty of the smooth, slender shaft. His imagination raced as his mind filled with wild, passionate fantasies about what it would feel like to have that pulsating muscle of pleasure between his hands, or to slide his eager tongue up and down until he erupted in ecstasy.
The night air was like electric silk against my skin as I strolled through the city, my gaze drawn to hot selfie after hot selfie; each set of muscular shoulders, bulging biceps, and deep eyes like an irresistible spell that had to be followed. Soon, those seductive images led me to an experience that was pure pleasure, yielding to the temptations of the night and surrendering to the salty taste of pleasure that came with it.
I felt my heart race as I scrolled through the selfies of this hot guy: his half-closed eyes, broad sculpted shoulders, and bulging muscles begging me to touch them. I paused, imagining his lips on mine, his body against mine. Longing flooded through me, turning my body to liquid fire.
He wanted to lose himself in its embrace and feel the tantalizing warmth of its alluring curves. His desire ruined through him like wildfire, desperate to satisfy his ardent lust with the seductive portrait. His fingertips danced over each exquisite detail, tracing the sensual swells of its tantalizing body. He devoured it, letting his imagination turn it into the lustful siren of his dreams.
I laid on my bed, flipping through the photos my dreams were made of; boyish, beautiful faces, barely peeking through cascading curls. As I reached the final page, my heart raced in anticipation of the suggestion that this gorgeous creature had in store for me. With a quick brush of a fingertip, I was lost in the depths of his burning gaze, swept away to a world of sinfully sweet homoerotic fantasies.
He gave me a tease, sending me provocative selfies from his bedroom. I wanted to feel him so badly, to ignore the voice in my head warning me against this. I was surely lost in his seductive game, eager to touch those lips and feel his hard, toned body pressed against mine. I couldn’t ignore the fire that burned deep within me as he stole my soul and shattered my world with those steamy pics.
He glanced up at me from beneath his lashes, his electric blue eyes sending waves of desire through me. His selfie had promised he was gorgeous, and he’d surpassed that and then some. His tight white T-shirt outlined his toned body, and I wanted to feel it next to mine. I couldn’t fight it. I had to have him.