I slide my fingers along my burning skin, the pleasure intensifying by the second as I gaze upon the muscled chest of the handsome man in the selfie. His touch hums through me, and I can feel my body sink into sweet oblivion as I imagine his arms around me. Soon, I’m spinning in a world of euphoric delight.
Author: Hot Selfies
He lay back, mesmerized by the selfies of seduction. His heart pounded as his body thrummed with desire. His fantasies burst into reality, calling out for something that only another man with a body as perfect as his could give. His longing was palpable. A taste of forbidden pleasure beckoned.
I’ve taken so many selfies, for some of them I’ve been shirtless and it feels like I’m creating a hot little catalogue of my body–every curve, crevice, and kissable area captured for my eyes only. As I capture these moments of bruisable beauty, I become lost in the emotion of pure gay lust and I’m reminded of why I adore our sexuality.
He couldn’t look away from the selfie, marveling at how the guy’s sculpted body looked even better in person. His eyes trailed down to the tight briefs, wondering what could be hidden from view. His breath caught in his throat as need surged through him, a promising first chapter in his Salinger-esque saga of erotic delight.
My mind was alive with the possibilities of what might have been. I traced my way down his selfies with my eyes, lingering over each strong muscle, each heat filled stare, each incriminating smirk. The heat between us was palpable, and I wanted to make sure I stayed in the moment, relishing each moment of the fantasy.
He was the definition of perfection; from his full lips and flawless, freckled skin to the sensual curve of his butt in that tight pair of jeans. At the sight of his selfie, I gasped in delight. I longed to experience the pleasure of being desired by him. My mind and my body ached with the thrilling and naughty anticipation.
My eyes darted around the room of hot guys, drawn to their selfies. I wanted to leap into each one, fold my limbs around them and whisper secrets in their ears. I wanted to seize their soul, and explore the depths of our mutual desire. I wanted to seduce my way into their hearts and ignite a passion that burned for both of us.
My pulse raced as I slid my fingers over the smooth texture of the soft screen, revelling in the images of alluringly beautiful boys. Each selfie made me pause, my libidinous adoration almost palpable as I felt my desire for the beautiful males before me, wishing to feel our naked bodies entwined in passionate homoerotic lust.
My heart raced as I stared at the dreamy selfie. His lips were soft and inviting and his skin was a canvas of tempting ideas for me to explore. I imagined my hands brushing against his body as we shared an unforgettable moment of passionate seduction.
The eagle stirs me as I contemplate its akimbo wings. I reach deep into the pouch of my jeans and find hot, throbbing heat waiting for me. His beak so full, yet demands my filling. I let out a sigh of pleasure, his penis entering me fully. I spread my wings and take off, ready to embark on an erotic journey that will take me higher.