I imagine myself, the object of desire, when I look at those selfies: their bodies in alluring poses, draped in sheets and tight cotton, their faces half shadowed in the glow of the setting sun. I feel the heat of their skin next to mine, the electricity of anticipation, and of a moment in time that is fleeting and sensual.
Author: Hot Selfies
The art of selfie seduction is an art form. I’ve learned that its potency is not in the posing or the filters, but in the confidence to own one’s desire and express it with longing and potent language. From the heat of one’s touch to the crackling fire of their presence – when engaging in the art of selfie seduction, it’s all about the energy.
I take a deep breath and flick through his selfies. His toned, tanned arms stretched across my vision, my fingers aching to trace around his biceps and lower. The heat of his gaze cuts through me, my mouth goes dry and submissive as I drink in his beauty. I can almost feel the warmth of his smooth body against mine, his skin pressing against my own. I’m ready to let his touch take me away.
He slowly removed his shirt, revealing an impressive set of pecs that defied gravity and a set of abs that made my heart melt. I admired every inch of his body, starting at his neck and making my way down to his hard, long pride. Moaning softly, I could almost feel the heat emanating from it as I slowly lowered my face and delicately kissed it.
My heart raced as I stared at the image before me. His form, half hidden by a loose t-shirt and jeans, was breathtaking; and his captivating eyes promised a night of passionate exploration and surrender. Touching the image, I imagined the feel of his skin beneath my fingertips, before giving in to the temptation to let my fantasies blossom and burn.
His wrists were trembling as he touched thescreen, his fingertips like ghostly feathers as they brushed, delicate, over the curves and grooves of the selfie before him. In his mind he imagined himself as that man, kneeling between his legs and satisfying his desires. His fingers continued to quiver, stroking, until finally he allowed his momennts of pleasure to come to fruition.
He stood there, naked in front of me. His selfie showed off his toned, smooth body and the lines of his beautiful face. I wanted to feel his want for me, and soon, I did. His touch was electric as I felt him exploring every inch of my skin. I knew this night would be unlike any other – this was my sexiest fantasy yet.
He was the object of my desire, and I had to have him. His intense gaze from his erotic selfie, his strong muscular body, and his desire unleashed through the screen made me weak with longing. I had to be with him, in his arms, and experience all that his body could offer. I could feel my body trembling with anticipation as I opened the door and our eyes, and our bodies, connected.
His gaze swept over the taut muscles of his tight torso, loaded with sinew and strength. Fire raced through his veins as his mouth watered with desire. With each click of the camera, he’d capture the image of another hunk in all his glory. Passion and pleasure blazed like white-hot fire within him.
He kissed me like his life depended on it, his breath hot and full of need. Up close and under the moonlight, his nude body was breathtaking; his skin smooth and inviting. My heart raced with desire as his lips brushed mine, our clothing forgotten, as if it never existed. This was our secret, our passionate, intimate renewal of queer connection.