I felt my heart race as I scrolled through the selfies of this hot guy: his half-closed eyes, broad sculpted shoulders, and bulging muscles begging me to touch them. I paused, imagining his lips on mine, his body against mine. Longing flooded through me, turning my body to liquid fire.
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He wanted to lose himself in its embrace and feel the tantalizing warmth of its alluring curves. His desire ruined through him like wildfire, desperate to satisfy his ardent lust with the seductive portrait. His fingertips danced over each exquisite detail, tracing the sensual swells of its tantalizing body. He devoured it, letting his imagination turn it into the lustful siren of his dreams.
I laid on my bed, flipping through the photos my dreams were made of; boyish, beautiful faces, barely peeking through cascading curls. As I reached the final page, my heart raced in anticipation of the suggestion that this gorgeous creature had in store for me. With a quick brush of a fingertip, I was lost in the depths of his burning gaze, swept away to a world of sinfully sweet homoerotic fantasies.
He gave me a tease, sending me provocative selfies from his bedroom. I wanted to feel him so badly, to ignore the voice in my head warning me against this. I was surely lost in his seductive game, eager to touch those lips and feel his hard, toned body pressed against mine. I couldn’t ignore the fire that burned deep within me as he stole my soul and shattered my world with those steamy pics.
He glanced up at me from beneath his lashes, his electric blue eyes sending waves of desire through me. His selfie had promised he was gorgeous, and he’d surpassed that and then some. His tight white T-shirt outlined his toned body, and I wanted to feel it next to mine. I couldn’t fight it. I had to have him.
He watched with rapture as the dripping wet man leaned forward and ran his hands slowly over his body. He reveled in the ecstatic sensation of every touch radiating pleasure that seemed to linger forever. He was in bliss, a bliss he shared through his selfies for everyone to see.
My gaze lingered, my heart pounded and my desire surged as I admired the hunk’s selfie. His shirtless chest heaved with each breath, so deliciously exposed, my hard-on pushing against my jeans in anticipation. His body called to me, begging me to slide in and explore further, and as I dove into his gaze I knew I wanted nothing more.
Sweat poured down my chest as I drank in the sight of his shirtless selfies – I desired his smooth skin and tight muscles, begging to be touched. Lips parted, heart racing, I felt a deep craving for his body heat – a thirst only he could quench.
He was the epitome of hot – a muscled chest and arms, his tight t-shirt straining against his biceps, and those eyes – eyes that said he knew exactly what I wanted. I could barely contain my desire as I stared at his selfies, and as I touched myself I could feel my body trembling in anticipation. If only I could experience him in person.
His gaze scanned the camera. Sweat glinting on his abs, biceps tense, he tilted his pelvis to flaunt his shameless desires. Mine too. A potent electric fire racing through my veins, I slid my hand around his bulging cock, my own heat and arousal raging. His selfie was an ode to pleasure that only we could understand.