I let my eyes linger on his selfie, eagerly tracing the contour of his body. My fingers itch to caress the curves of his chest, explore his tight abs, and trace the lines of his neck. His gaze sends a tingle of anticipation roaring through my veins, making me ache to feel his touch, his lips, his passion surge around me. I can scarcely contain my desire. A single touch, and I would be gone.
Author: Hot Selfies
As I stare at the picture of this alluring and handsome man, the perspiration beads on my neck and my heart rate skyrockets. I can almost feel himself in the picture, his gaze eliciting an invisible embrace that turns me on. His exposed body reveals all the desires I crave; I am aroused, captivated and entranced by his unique beauty.
He gazed at the selfie, his eyes roving hungrily over the man’s slim body, toned muscles, and taut buttocks. He could almost see the heat of his desire, intense and undeniable, burning in his mouth, aching in his loins. He wanted to touch him, to caress him, to be with him, to drown in the fire of ecstasy that could only come from another man. He stepped closer, drawn by a force he couldn’t resist. Soon, passion would become reality, and pleasure, bliss.
He looked at the selfies and was captivated. Suddenly, he was lost in a vivid reverie, imagining two hot bodies mingling in perfect pleasure as they tasted each other’s wetness and explored forbidden depths of desire. In the end, they found a perfect unity in ecstasy that sent chills of pleasure through them both.
He glanced at his reflection one more time in the mirror, giving himself a suggestive smirk that promised all sorts of naughty possibilities. His sexy selfies had been a hit, just as he knew they would be. Tonight, the desire they inspired in himself and the other men–open, unashamed, real–filled him with an undeniable pleasure. His taps filled with messages and requests for more.
He once saw a selfie from a guy that was truly mesmerizing; the kind of thing that makes your lower jaw drop and your heart race. He pursued the seduction of the ‘selfie guy’, leading to a night that could only be described in the most explicit, erotic and intense language imaginable.
He stood in the shadows, looking at his reflection in the mirror. His body lithe and toned, clothed in only a thin undershirt that clung to his skin, he admired his silhouette. Paralyzed in admiration, he longed to touch himself, caress his own body with the same reverence he felt for the figures in the pictures stuck haphazardly on the wall before him. He was ready for the night of homoerotic escapade to come.
The lithe body of my Selfie Guy loomed before me, with his hot curves, taut muscles, and intense dark eyes just waiting to be explored and kissed. I wanted to feel the warmth of his skin, the hardness of his body, and the sweetness of his lips on mine. With a shudder, I knew that I was in for an incredibly sexy erotic adventure.
I glanced at my screen, scrolling through the pics of hot guys. I felt my cock twitch in my pants as I looked, transfixed. I licked my lips, imagining what it would be like to have each one of them pressed up against me and exploring my body with their eager tongues. Oh, the pleasure I could have with them!
His washboard abs, hulking biceps, and tight ass were all I wanted and needed. I’d fantasize about stroking those muscles and feeling them tense beneath my fingertips. I wanted to explore all his hidden male parts and make them my own. These selfies were my “muscle gods” and I was determined to make them all mine.