My fingers tapping the screen with each new selfie I take, I’m mesmerized by the sensual curves of my body, the glint of light off my skin, as I explore my own attractions. Taking erotic selfies allows me to surrender to my passion and embody all of the pleasure I’m feeling, so I can capture the raw intensity of my desires.
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My heart raced, my breath quickening, as his sexy selfie loaded on my screen. His alluring eyes, chiseled Adonis body, and full red lips called to me, tempting me with promises of hot, forbidden gay pleasure. I wanted to explore him and his body, feel his touch exploring me. I wanted to be lost in our forbidden dream of wild desire.
He took me back to his place, undressing me quickly and pushing me onto the bed. His eyes were alive with lust, and I felt my arousal mounting with each passionate touch. He kissed me hard, his hands caressing every inch of my body, until I begged him to enter me. He let me have my way, and we explored every inch of each other until I was lost in pleasure.
He stepped out of the shower, droplets of water glistened on his skin like diamonds. His muscles shimmered in the light, I wanted to feel them beneath my fingertips. His gaze connected with mine as he took a selfie, my heart raced with excitement. Within seconds, I was lost in a talcum powder-scented homoerotic exploration – moments of joy that will remain forever in my memory.
I stepped closer, barely able to contain my arousal as I beheld the hot hunk’s full-body selfie, every inch of him begging me to dive in and explore. I silently lusted after his body, imagining what it must feel like to have him pressed against me as desire burned through my veins. Oh, the things I wanted to do with him!
His cheeks flushed like a ripe peach in the sweltering heat of the humid summer night. He thirsted for the boy in the selfie. His toned teenage body was what sinful dreams were made of. Hands tingled with desire. He wanted to hold the photo tight and never let it go.
He ran a finger across the bald head of his hard-on as he gazed at the selfies. He lusted after the cut bodies, the bubble-butt of one, the toned chest of another, the shy smirk of yet another. Freud knew what he was talking about as he trembled with pleasure and erotic anticipation.
My tongue danced with his like it knew all the dances, and it licked every bit of him until he was quivering with pleasure, begging for more. His moans grew louder as I explored every inch of him, teasing, pleasing and tantalizing his entire body with my tongue. Nothing was more beautiful than the blissful expression on his face as he surrendered to his pleasure.
His dick was as big as a slice of watermelon, but shaped like a thick cucumber. Juicy and ripe, it made me hungry with desire. I imagined what it would feel like, what it’d be like running my tongue up and down, tasting his flavor. My heart raced with anticipation, and I wanted it more every second.
He couldn’t help but linger on the photo, savoring its every detail like an exquisite, sinfully sweet dessert. His eyes followed the soft curves of the dude’s body, tracing the rippled contours as waves of excitement coursed through him. His heart raced, his hands clamored for the phone… So ready to unleash the heat of his surging desire.