He looked up at me from beneath heavy lashes, his eyes were like dark pools of pure desire. The selfie he’d sent of his huge, hard cock was an invitation, a promise of pleasure. I could feel my heart pounding in anticipation as he grabbed my hand, and I knew that tonight, anything could happen.
Author: Hot Selfies
I saw his selfie and felt an immediate stirring in my pants, as if my body had taken control of me and refused to obey my most basic command: stand still. I couldn’t help myself, a heat radiating from my core and filling me so completely with arousal that I felt as if I would explode if I didn’t touch him. In that moment, I knew I had to have him.
He looked up and met my gaze, and I could almost feel the heat between us. I stepped closer and reached out to trace the sharp lines of his jaw—he had a face that screamed to be kissed. Heat flooded me and I knew I had to have him. His smirk said he felt it, too. I wanted to explore him, and I was ready for his pleasure.
He’s my muse, the one who inspires all my fantasies. I stare into his selfie, eyes tracing his body hungrily and my flesh tingles in anticipation. With each image, my mind wanders into a vivid universe of hedonistic pleasure. His selfies ignite a fiery cascade of desire that electrifies my blood, and I’m overcome with the aching, throbbing longing to make those fantasies real.
A hot boy’s self-taken selfie is like an invitation into his secret stash of saucy fantasies. With a close-up of his perfectly chiseled face and rock-hard body, it’s impossible to resist that irresistible urge to enter the hot boy’s boudoir and experience his heady carnal desire.
He stood there, tall and handsome, his perfectly sculpted body, defined by a tight white t-shirt. His jaw was masculine and chiseled and his eyes, they were so beautiful – two big blue pools of desire that I could not resist. His full lips made me crave for their taste and his smile promised a night of pure erotic pleasure.
The room was filled with the musky scent of our sweat, as I caressed and whispered my way across his muscled body. His lips parted as I kissed him deeply, exploring the delicious contours of his skin with my fingertips. I followed the ribbed contours of his abs to the arch of his neck, delighting in his moans of pleasure.
The morning sun shone through my window, and I silently admired the silhouette of his muscular body against the sheer curtain. His beauty filled me with desire, as his hands moved provocatively against his defined abs. His selfies had given me an even more heightened sense of arousal, and I dreamt of a night of uninhibited pleasure.
The Selfie Guy. His piercing blue eyes, delicate lips, and bronzed frame intoxicated me. I braced against the wall, I could taste him as he whispered in my ear, his hands reaching around my body exploring, setting fire to every nerve. Our erotic night was just beginning.
I close my eyes and imagine our bodies intertwined, our sweaty flesh embracing each other with passionate hunger. His chest heaves, his heart beats with anticipation, while my hands reach for the tight curves of his body. I bite my lower lip and take in his musky scent. I can feel his heat, my desire rising. As I look into his inviting gaze I know my fantasy is only moments away.