He looked at the perfect photo: eyes like the sea, sun-kissed skin, a rakish smirk that promised so much more. His desire grew with each passing second, and so did his resolve. He had to reach out and make a connection, to taste that sweet, intoxicating passion, so sensual and forbidden. And, without another thought, he was seduced.
Author: Hot Selfies
As I ran my finger gently across the picture, I felt a surge of erotic pleasure: the dusky hue of his skin, the taut outlines of his body, all begging to be touched, explored and enjoyed. I had to find him. Nothing could stop me now.
He liked to look, but he wanted more. His eyes undressed every inch of the guy in the mirror, passionately absorbing every detail. A demanding desire for physical pleasure and intimacy overpowered digital thought and he knew he had to take a risk. That’s what he thought as his eyes devoured the holy sight of this beautiful man, and he made his move.
Aroused, my tongue traced his hard abs and I tasted each muscle before trailing down below. His heat was palpable and my desire intensified as I explored further. Finally, I found the goal and moaned in pleasure as I tasted his sweet essence. Muscular mirth…homoerotic selfie sensuality at its finest.
I spread my thighs, letting my hot breath and my fingertips trace the length of my most intimate path, my thoughts drifting off to images of his bulging biceps and teasing smirk from a selfie that he posted. I feel my whole body electrify and melt into pleasure as my fingers begin to circle and stroke, faster and faster.
He felt entranced, his inner lust bubbling over, as his eyes wandered up and down the long statuesque figure as displayed in the jock’s selfie. He thought to himself, ‘I must have him’ and felt his hardness, hot and unyielding, swell inside his jeans. He desperately wanted the jock to feel his heat, his desire, and he knew that when he made his move, something burning and passionate would explode between them.
The heat and promise of his lips when we finally met was electric. His selfie, a window into his soul, planted sensual seeds in my eager, lustful heart innumerable times every day. In the bedroom, his tight body filled with endless passion, the whisper of his breath on my skin igniting my body and soul. Electric. Intimate. Explosive.
He was everything I dreamed, his body lean and muscular, so tantalizing in his tight t-shirt, jeans and onesie. I could feel my breath stifling, my heart racing as I imagined unbuttoning his top, caressing his neck and whispering racy words. I had to have him, right here, right now.
His selfie was sensual, like a secret, a temptation that pleaded silently with me to look closer. I was lost in his gaze, my hunger aroused and unbounding desires unleashed. His body beckoned enticingly, and soon my own was exposed, vulnerable, trembling with need and ready to experience all that his sensual picture promised.
I felt as if I was being caressed by a sinful lover. The hot selfies of this sexy man sent my imagination into hyperdrive and suddenly I was living my deepest fantasies as if they were real. My innermost desires were unleashed and the force of my imagination drove me ever closer to the edge of bliss.