He was the perfect picture of temptation, a seductive stranger with a captivating gaze. His selfies promised something more than just a shoulder and a smirk; they promised pleasure and obsession beyond anything I’d ever known. His touch sent my body spiraling into delirium and the forbidden depths of my desire. I could hardly resist him in the flesh, and I haven’t tried since.
Author: Hot Selfies
He felt his pulse quicken as he trailed his fingertips longingly over the sun-drenched selfie of the ruggedly handsome hunk. He felt the raw heat between them as if the picture was electric, sparking to life a steamy scene of desire and need. Licking his lips with anticipation, he basked in its unbounded, erotic glory.
My heart raced as I explored each photo.The bulges were everywhere, some nestled between muscular thighs, others resting in a firm grasp, all promising something thrilling and forbidden. I could almost feel his heat radiating off the screens, urging me to take the plunge and explore his intimate landscape.
I lay in bed, my sweaty palms clenched as I drank in every inch of the selfie of the handsome stranger. I felt my body stir and shiver, my heart racing, my mind afire with desire and hot gay fantasies. I wanted to be with him in that moment, to taste his lips, caress his skin and explore his body. It was too much ecstasy for one night. I moaned with delight, lost in my own homoerotic wonderland of Salinger-style desires.
He stared longingly at the selfie of the handsome young man. His piercing blue eyes seemed to unlock a portal between the real world and a heavenly paradise of uninhibited gay eros. As a rush of desire raced through him, his heart filled with the despair of knowing that this man was an impossible dream. He’d never taste his sweet lips nor feel his velvety skin against his own. He’d never share the ultimate ecstatic expression of his own hidden desires. He was destined to remain dreaming.
Driving away after the encounter, I knew I could never erase from my mind the image of his perfect shape and form. His cock selfie was my ultimate aphrodisiac; a glimpse of something that should never have been seen – a voyeuristic delight.
He awoke from his dream with the soft touch of a new lover still lingering on his lips. His eyes filled with wanton anticipation as he grabbed his phone and scrolled through silky selfies of hard muscle, glistening skin and, most excitingly, incredibly big dicks. The voyeur in him relished his lurid indulgence, his heart racing as he let his imagination take over and become lost in every carnal delight.
He’s standing there sweaty and glistening from head to toe in that tight shirt and those perfectly form-fitting jeans. I can feel my body heat rising as I imagine what it must feel like for him to wrap his big, thick cock around me and ride me hard until we both come undone.
He was barely clothed in the selfie; just a flimsy pair of boxers clinging to his taut, muscled body. As I stared lustfully into his eyes, a surge of desire shot through me. His look was pure, unbridled wantonness and I knew I had to have him. We shared a deep passionate kiss as I slide my hands over his body, exploring every inch of his perfection.
He stepped closer, his eyes burning with intensity as sparks of desire flew between them. His breath hot on his neck, his lips inches from his own. His hands trembling, he leaned in and his lips touched his, awakening a wildfire of pleasure. They both melted into a passionate embrace, their bodies electrified by a sensual connection. He shuddered as the sensation of passionate abandonment swept through him.