I could never resist the siren call of the mirror selfie- its shared secrets between me and the image of sublime male youth, beyond the touch of time or the humanness of experience. His body has become the tangible expression of a forgotten sensual desire, one that was explored in the solarium of my own head. I stand within this sacred space– my fingertips lightly grazing his photo-smooth skin, and my breath escapes in waves of longing. And yet, I find myself inside his dream– my own almost forgotten past awakening.
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My head spun with endless selfies of sexy boys; the desire to touch, explore and possess their tight, toned bodies fueled my heated imagination. They teased, tempted and promised what felt like an eternity of wild, carnal pleasures – heartbeats quickening as I imagined their soft lips, tongues and hands on every inch of me.
My hunger for sexual adventure kept me coming back to the selfies, each one like a shiny new thrill waiting for me to explore. I wanted to feel the heat of someone else’s lips, the silent sound of skin sliding against skin, and the electric sensation of unbridled lust. I was determined to take my selfie seductions to the next level, and the heat of desire quickly melted away my inhibitions.
My heart raced as I ran my eyes up and down each muscular guy in the blurry group pic. The sweat on my palms kept my fingertips glued to the screen of my phone, the tacky digits propelling me further into homosexual lust. I wrapped my desires around each tight t-shirt, admiring the defined arms and chests they were stretched across. My mouth watered in anticipation of the thrilling possibilities that lay beneath the fabric.
Devouring his body with my eyes, I let my tongue marvel in the sights of his hot body – muscled chest, taut abdomen, and hard cock – his selfies of desire were almost too much to take in. I needed to taste it, so I let my lips caress and my tongue explore the pleasure of his skin.
He knew that a single photo was worth a thousand words, a thought that aroused his deepest instincts. The miā¸¤croseconds of pleasure in every thumbnail shot of selfie perfection sent a wave of arousal through his body. His mouth salivated, his heart beat faster, and he felt a tingle between his legs. He was captivated by the sexual potential, and the wild imaginings of skin on skin adventures that such a tantalizing selfie could bring.
I wandered down the hallway, entranced by the sight of my reflection in the mirror. The pale blue light highlighted my toned chest and the curve of my hips. My lips were slightly parted, full and yearning for the touch of someone else. I could feel the desire pulsing, ready to burst from within me. I knew this fantasy would eventually become real.
His gaze lingered on the thirst-quenching sight of his digital crush, a man whose selfie gleamed enticingly from the illuminated screen full of beauty and sexuality. His body twitched with craving, wanting to touch every inch of the smooth, tanned body and kiss each curve of the masculine jawline. Time stopped and his mind raced with the desire to indulge.
He can’t help but stare, mesmerised, by the beautifully framed image before him. His jaw twitches ever so slightly, as his trembling finger drags across the still image to make the curves flicker. His world has been muted, and the only sound reverberating through his head is the beating of his own heated pulse between the two of them. His fantasy has been ignited with one stolen glance.
He stepped forward, pressing me into the mirror. Our eyes met in its reflection, and what it revealed was both a beautiful secret and an undeniable hunger. He caressed my neck, trailing down my body, his touch electrifying my skin and awakening a longing so fierce I could scarcely breathe. His lips found my own, and in that moment I knew I’d be his willing captive for the rest of the night.