He was getting closer by the second as I saw his eyes, heavy with desire, looking deep into mine. His mouth opened, eager, beckoning to me—we were both ready. With a smoldering breath, I brought us together for a kiss that spoke volumes. Passion drove us as our tongues caressed and danced with an electrifying hunger. Our bodies hummed with anticipation of the night’s pleasurable possibilities.
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He craved the selfie, that first electric thrill of desire, the gateway to the abyss of unfettered gay passion. His pulse raced as his mind filled with the image of that caressing masculine body, those rippling muscles beckoning him to consume it whole. He was ready, willing, and eager to surrender himself to its bliss like the sweet surrender he knew awaited.
She Tonight he finally found what his heart had been searching for, that special someone to fulfill all his desires. He felt an immediate heat upon seeing those shamelessly inviting selfies, as the almost unbearable urge to seize and devour had overcome him. It was more than just passion, more than just pleasure. His body ached for his and this man’s forbidden fruit to finally become one.
He stood before me, the Camera pointing at me, my heart beating fast from the sheer anticipation of obtaining his digital desires. I was ready to capture and explore the forbidden beauty of his body – the muscularity of his chest, the curves of his defined back – and lock it away for a time we’d soon share together. As I pulled the front of my shirt down in delight, I knew that this sin we were about to capture could never be tamed.
The jock selfies appeared one after another, with broad and strong shoulders, narrow waists, and tight, toned abs. His eyes were bright, and a passionate fire lit up his entire face. As I stared at him, I felt my skin heating up from a simmer to a full boil. I wanted to feel his hard body scraping against mine, his taste on my tongue and his moan in my ears.
He answered my request with a selfie, his smoldering gaze belying a hidden fire. I wanted to sink into the heat of his body, feel his desire for exploration, and exit with an experience I’d never forget. That night, I got my wish; the fantasy of his selfie came alive, a deliciously sensual reminder of why sometimes a little fantasy goes a long way.
He was ripped, cut and jagged. His selfie sent an intensely powerful homoerotic electricity that bordered on the divine. His tight athletic body echoed thousands of years of raw, ancient sexuality that enticed me to imagine hours of pleasure. I wanted him and wanted to be wanted by him, and that want galloped unchecked and unbounded through my flesh.
He was beautiful, and his heat radiated from the screen like an electric pulse. I wanted him so bad that I could almost taste him, and I longed for our fantasy to become real. I wanted to feel his hot, smooth skin against my own, and realize my dreams of our self-sexed desires.
He grabbed my hand and cooed in my ear, “Let’s explore this time, but not with our eyes. Reach out and touch me and feel the length of my big dick. Our adventure in self-discovery is about to begin. Lips and tongues will tour each other’s bodies. Our moans and sighs like music and Heavenly art!”
The bedroom door closed softly behind me opening up a steamy world of tantalizing discovery; my eyes fixated on the walls where a series of selfies from hot guys hung as if in a stream of temptation. I ran my fingertips over their provocative curves and tight bodies, my breath quickening with each seductive detail until I could no longer resist and lost myself in the sensual heat of the moment.