His selfie stirred me, the sultry curve of his lips, the blaze of his gaze, the hard muscled contours of his body. Each time I looked, I felt an urgent desire that pulsed through me like wildfire, igniting my blood and shaking my soul. This was more than a visual foxhole. This was a feast for my imagination.
Author: Hot Selfies
He was the ultimate selfie master. His cell phone album brimmed with an array of taut, toned and succulent bodies ready to be worshipped with his wandering gaze. It was a sensory overload to behold his divine manly form, and the feverish intensity of his touch electrified my skin. He ventured within the boundaries of my soul to caress my body, mind and spirit to invoke an unbridled rapture of pure pleasure.
He stood there naked in the glimmering sun, his face aglow with an inviting aura. I wanted to drink it in before it disappeared. He turned, revealing his beautiful physique, the curves of his body beckoning me to join him on an erotic journey. His unabashed selfie promised a night of passionate pleasure, a tantalizingly of blissful intensity.
He held up his phone, presented his body as an offering. ‘This is me’ he said, his voice raw with desire, eyes smouldering with an invite. I closed the gap between us, feeling the heat from his chest, my fingertips tracing those curves I’d admired earlier. I knew I wanted him–and this selfie would be my beautiful omen.
He lay there exposed, our eyes locked and my heart raced. His six-pack abs and round, full ass were only inches away from me. I felt my cock twitch at the thought of what awaited. There was no denying what I wanted, or the ravenous hunger that lay beneath. He didn’t have to say a word, the selfies were evidence enough for both of us. This was going to be one hell of a night.
He brushed his lips over mine as the warmth of his body enveloped me. His piercing blue eyes, a perfect match for his sexiest of selfies, were filled with a carnal craving that sent me spinning. His hands were everywhere and my craving felt like flames deep within me. I wanted him in a way I’d never felt before, and I knew this would be a night of pure erotic bliss.
The taste of his lips still lingers on mine. His tongue circles mine like a twister, our mouths colliding in carnal pleasure. His hands travel all over my body, exploring and teasing. I can feel his breath in my ear, whispering sweet promises of secret kisses and naughty deeds. I know this night will be one I’ll never forget.
He walked in like a god; his glistening biceps and abs demanded to be lusted after. His rugged body demanded to be worshipped and his mounds of flesh begged to be fondled. I wanted him now- our intense gaze revealed our mutual desire. I trembled with excitement as I came closer, and prepared to give myself completely to the pleasure of his muscled form.
I thirsted for one man’s selfie, hoping he’d send me just one glance of his salacious smile, his magnetic eyes and his perfect body, so I could quench my thirst with a much needed sip of erotic arousal. I craved to devour him whole, to fill my soul with his hot arousal.
I remember the whirl of heat I felt inside when I’d scroll through the shirtless selfies of the men who wanted all eyes on their muscled bodies. Each day, I’d long for the heat of a real encounter, the visceral pleasures of unfiltered touch and taste, the kisses that seemed like requiems for these now still, white-washed photos.