He felt his longing rise with each hot selfie he scrolled past. He wanted to revel in the ecstasy of his own pleasure, to blissfully surrender himself to every last detail of his sensual desires, to explore his deepest sexual fantasies in an uninhibited world of rapturous pleasure.
Author: Hot Selfies
My eyes feast on the muscular selfies. I can feel the big throbbing bulge of his cock frantically beckoning me, seemingly seeking release from his pants. The sensual thrill of his arousal brings out my own as I imagine, deep and hard, what it would feel like to be taken by him.
He extended his arm, offering me his phone. I hesitated as I took it, a silent question popping in my head. I scrolled, swallowing hard as I saw his selfies. His body was complemented with a smoldering gaze that invited my own. Like melting ice, I felt my resolve dissolve and it was his turn to smirk. His captivating eyes said it all and I needed nothing more. My legs trembled as I leaned in for what I knew would be unforgettable.
His tongue was like a skilled musician, playing my insides like a piano. I felt the vibrations in my chest as if his lips were calling out for me. His hands were my anchor as I sunk further and further into the depths of pleasure from his gifted oral. I closed my eyes, surrendering myself and my body to him for the remainder of eternity.
I take a deep breath as I slowly move my hand up along my body, enjoying each second the mirror is reflecting back to me. My fingers tenderly work up to my sunkissed chest….. my nipples delicately hardening as I lean back, boldly letting out a sensual gasp…..My hot breath steams up the glass that has become my lover for the night as I dip my tongue. I can feel the anticipation as I let desire take over.
“My eyes lit up at the sight of those hot and luscious cock selfies; I was compelled by its power, teasing my eyes with its raw beauty. Suddenly I was overwhelmed by a wave of hunger and desire, aching to sample its delectable visuals, pulsing through my veins like wildfire.”
Crouching on the bed, I trace my finger across the sinuous body of the man in the photo. His gaze is piercing, his skin inviting. I want him in my bed, his warmth against my skin, tangled sheets, and sweat-slick limbs. His lips, tasting of desire, pressed hungrily against mine. A glimpse of the deepest, most passionate parts of us. Uncaged.
He posed in all his naked glory, his ripped body gleaming in the hot sunshine. His face was sublime and his erection sent an irresistible invitation I could not resist. He lay back, savoring the rippling sensuality of his body and beckoning me with unspoken desire. Sweat dripped from us both as we kissed and explored each other’s flesh, finally coming together in a passionate embrace of sure and certain fulfillment.
He was the hot selfies guy I’d been chattin’ with who drove me wild donning his leather snapback and my favorite bullet body chain. My heart raced with anticipation as he removed his top. His rippling abs and toned shoulders revealed, I couldn’t help but hover my gaze and let my fingertips greedily roam this newfound paradise.
I wanted him then more than ever, to have and to hold however he wanted to. I wanted to cup his face in my hands and revel in his beauty. I wanted to join him, be one with him and feel the same kind of pleasure, Grimes for grimes, skin for skin.