Glancing down at his lean body, I shiver, a million naughty thoughts running through my mind. He’s the hottest guy I’ve had the pleasure to encounter and I am infatuated with him. His nude selfies would be the only thing I think of when I close my eyes, longing for his tantalizing touch. I could not resist his seduction, and with just a few loaded words he had me under his spell.
Author: Hot Selfies
In the middle of the sweaty dance floor two dreamy guys collided, their faces locked in admiration. Hands grabbing and roaming, bodies pressed closer and closer as the lights raced in circles— they felt electrified in the mirror of selfie reality, an exclusive, lusty club of dancers, fueled by greed and desire…
I licked the ruby lips of Sodom with a passion that was as hot as the summer day in which we partook of them. His sweet tongue dancing in my mouth, our saliva mixing as we explored each other’s depths, filled with the intensity of youth and unbridled passions. I will never forget those lips and the pleasure that they gave.
I heard his voice and I felt as if my entire body was on autopilot. My legs started shaking and my heart felt as if it was going to burst out of my chest and onto the ground. His selfies were not only hot, but his words made them come to life. His promises of raunchy sex were almost too much to handle. This was going to be a wild ride!
I love exploring the oral art of the selfie. It’s an intimate and sensual journey to explore and savor the beautiful male body through the lens of a camera. The thrill of secretly studying and taking in the beauty of a sexy stranger is intense and undeniably hot.
He lures me in with just one look, his sculpted jaw and chiseled abs begging to be caressed. His tight white tee taunts me, and I’m ready for a night of passion. Fueled by desire of his tempting physique, I’m swept away to a world of pleasure.
He reached for the camera, desperately trying to capture his most private desires. The way his body desired another body beneath the sheets, the way his fingers were meant to explore. Every curve of every moment, burning like a slow fire, lit up into a hot night of selfie-taking that would later burst into flame in his chest.
The sun hit his body at just the right angle, causing my fingers to itch with longing. He posed there naked, his hard muscles and soft curls on full display, pushing me into yet another passionate fantasy about his body and mine pressed together. I ached to touch and kiss every inch of him, to explore every crevice and caress every curve. My desire was palpable, and I wanted to be in his arms now more than ever.
He looked at the selfie and wanted to lick every inch of him, devour his body with eager, hungry kisses. His swollen lips begging for attention, waiting for their moment to be caressed by mine. His hard muscles like the softest touch, making me feel protected and aroused all at once.
The selfie I took revealed my tight body, bulging in all the right places. I imagined those who saw it would come begging for more. I’d make them wait. When I eventually let loose their craving my body and my words would leave them trembling. I’d whisper a thousand desires while exploring every inch filling them with an intoxicating pleasure they’d never forget.