He was–what else could I say?–a beautiful work of art, all the way down to his smooth, slim waist, down to the soft, inviting contours of his perfect ass, illuminated by the sultry moonlight. My lips trembled with the anticipation of finding out what was hidden beneath his scant, sheer clothing. I wanted more than a photographic glimpse of his body; I wanted the real thing.
Author: Hot Selfies
The jock selfie was a thing of beauty: smooth flesh that begged to be touched, firm muscles that shivered under my fingertips, and a hardness that ached to be pleased. I moved closer, feeling an animal hunger for the man behind the photo, wanting his body and his heart in every way imaginable.
He practiced his craft by bathing in the wet, hot album of selfies where boys–young, mature, and all points in between–shared themselves with him. His favorite featured the faces in the frame at the perfect angle, his gaze pulled toward them like a magnet until his tongue tangled with words and his fingertips tapped tremblingly against the keys as they wrote themselves into a captivating story about desire and pleasure. He felt his skin vibrate with each forbidden fantasy, savoring each second like it was his last.
The secret thrill of a young gay man searching for new thrills amidst the smorgasbord of visuals presented by barely legal self-snapped selfies, filled with longing and desire, searching for something deeper than just the perfect image. His stories will ignite your imagination and titillate as he exposes the hidden depths of his scandalous past.
He let out a deep groan as his fingers caressed the hot contours of my body, every inch of it awash in desire and lust. His hard, rippling muscles shuddered against me as I took in every sublime detail of his sensual body through his hot selfies. My heart raced as I felt myself melt into the pleasure of his touch.
He beams into his phone, pushing out a selfie that sends me to my knees. His perfect cock arcs gracefully against his pale skin, like a cornerstone. His eyes connect with mine, hypnotizing me, as his fingers guide me to his hot, dripping wet cum. I can taste it, feel it – suddenly, the shutter snaps, and we both know the moment has been captured forever.
She stepped closer, her fingers grazing my collarbone. “You like what you see? I do,” she whispered, her hot breath tickling my neck as she leaned in. Our bodies moved in a suggestive dance, our hands exploring each other in all the perfect places. I could feel her heat radiating from every inch as we became lovers in this moment of scorching desire.
He walked into my room and everything changed. His eyes, inviting and piercing, made my heart beat faster. His body, tight and fit in jeans and tee, begged for my touch. I wanted to kiss him, feel his skin, explore his body. I melted in his arms and his submission only made it hotter. I can’t forget his nude selfie, his perfect body begging me to take him. I surrendered, consumed by desire for him.
He was a veritable mouthful of heaven; hot, hard, and full of lust. With my eyes devouring every inch of his raw muscular body, I felt swamped with desire. His soulful gaze into my own eyes penetrated me, like a diamond tipped arrow plunging into my depths. I leaned in, mouth ready, and tasted the sweet recklessness that was his essence. Our kiss, powerful and urgent, melted us together. I was his, and he was mine – and the selfie ecstasy was ours.
I imagined his intensely sculpted and toned body that I had seen in his selfie, his tight jeans pulled low and revealing a hint of his neatly trimmed pubes. My mind raced with anticipation of the pleasure that awaited as I fantasised about passionately exploring every inch of his hard body and exploring all my deepest desires.