In that moment, I was captivated by his raw, untamed beauty; I wanted to become a part of it. His face, in all its hairless wonder, called out to me and my desire responded with a fervent gnaw. I could feel the heat of his body emanating from the image, as if we were connected. I suddenly felt drawn into a delicious fantasy of what it would be like to have him in my bed, beneath my skin and beyond.
Author: Hot Selfies
He prefers the selfies with an edge. A hint of stubble, a glint of aggression, a reek of danger. His gaze lingers hungrily over toned skin and taut abs, seeking out the feral secrets that suavely-clad selfies cannot capture. His heart throbs in anticipation of the homoerotic ecstasy that awaits.
The smile of a man holding a large phallus between his hands is orgasmic. He knows it, I know it, and we both know that looking at his big dick selfies fills my mind with a homoerotic journey of erotic pleasure. His power over me, our mutual hunger, our desire to join together in a dance of sex and passion.
The sun drops over the horizon, an orange omen of my horniness. My hand is in my pants, kneading my flesh as I gaze at the selfies. Scorching, they set my skin ablaze like wildfire. Images of sexy, masculine men, teasing me with their tempting curves, my tongue yearning for the taste of their sweat. I’m on the verge of eruption, my breathing heavy as I surrender to this hot homoerotic tale.
He lay there, eyes rolling back as his eyelashes fluttered. His body quivered in the throes of exquisite pleasure as I moved my fingers–not quite of their own volition–across the glossy image of his heaving chest and muscled abs. I was entranced. Here was my own little utopia, and I felt like I could spend eternity in that moment.
I thought self-pleasure was impossible, but then I saw it — that selfie that was a feast of raw, homoerotic pleasure. My lips trembled as I traced my eyes up and down his body, discovering the story of his sex through the secret language only we shared. With each word he spoke, my mouth watered, wanting more of his sweet, tongue-twisting ecstasy.
He stared at me, his eyes tracing a path over my body. Instantly I felt like I’d been struck by lightning–all of my senses on fire. Passion burned in my veins as he stepped closer, his hands finding my face. He kissed me, his lips soft yet urgent. Our tongues entwined, each of us lost in a thrilling moment of pure ecstasy.
We lay side by side, mouths hungrily searching, tongues dancing in unison as our hearts raced with desire. His taste was sweet and intoxicating, his scent dizzying as I felt the heat radiating like fire from our barely-clothed bodies. I wanted more, I wanted something more than just kissing, and I could tell from his eager gasps that he felt the same. His lips were like silk, his breath like ambrosia, and it was with these sensations that we started our journey to hotter and sexier nights.
As I scroll through the selfies of these beautiful men, I am overcome with a passionate fervor. I am brought back to my own sexual instances, exploring and satisfying my own carnal desires. My thoughts linger to the idea of taking each of these gorgeous specimens into my arms and experiencing utter bliss. Men’s beauty is a powerful aphrodisiac, propelling my own sexual hunger in a thrilling fashion.
His pulse raced as he gazed at the jock selfie, studying the details of his hard abs, smooth broad shoulders and strong biceps. His mind ignited with possibilities as his tongue flicked across his lips. He wanted to explore and discover everything the exquisite image implied. He was ready to begin his Homoerotic Adventure.