I eagerly explore muscular selfies with my fingertips, tracing the tracery of hardened muscles beneath my fingertips. I feel my heart racing as I imagine how it would feel to be pressed hard against those hard, chiseled bodies, my mouth exploring unyielding skin, experience the power and incredible fulfillment of homosexual intimacy.
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He gazed hungrily at the selfies on his phone, studying the seductive curves of his subject’s body. He felt a sensation of electric heat like a low current of electricity travel through his veins. His heart thudded with desire. He was tempted by the sheer beauty of this unreal vision of perfection and could almost taste the sensation of his skin against his own. The thought of the pleasure to come thrilled him and he was helplessly, erotically entranced.
The self-proclaimed selfies guy had taken me on a path of self discovery; a night of dizzying and delirious ecstasies. Skin slid against skin, our two bodies entwined seeped in sweat, and desire. Lost in each other’s embrace, we shared something that touched beyond our physical connection–something spiritual.
He stands naked in front of the mirror, one finger delicately tracing the defined lines of his body, as his skin glows in the light. His eyes fixate on the lens of the phone, like he knows I’m there, looking at him… a sensual, homoerotic moment of anticipation as he takes his own selfie. The perfect representation of his sex appeal – for me to keep and enjoy.
My heart raced as I looked at the selfies of these musclebound men, my eyes devouring their tight biceps, sculpted abs and inviting lips. My skin tingled as if alive, as I let my mind wander and my fantasies play out in vivid technicolor. I was overcome by a wild burst of desire that coursed through my veins, leaving my body aching for something more.
His selfie stirred me, the sultry curve of his lips, the blaze of his gaze, the hard muscled contours of his body. Each time I looked, I felt an urgent desire that pulsed through me like wildfire, igniting my blood and shaking my soul. This was more than a visual foxhole. This was a feast for my imagination.
He was the ultimate selfie master. His cell phone album brimmed with an array of taut, toned and succulent bodies ready to be worshipped with his wandering gaze. It was a sensory overload to behold his divine manly form, and the feverish intensity of his touch electrified my skin. He ventured within the boundaries of my soul to caress my body, mind and spirit to invoke an unbridled rapture of pure pleasure.
He stood there naked in the glimmering sun, his face aglow with an inviting aura. I wanted to drink it in before it disappeared. He turned, revealing his beautiful physique, the curves of his body beckoning me to join him on an erotic journey. His unabashed selfie promised a night of passionate pleasure, a tantalizingly of blissful intensity.
He held up his phone, presented his body as an offering. ‘This is me’ he said, his voice raw with desire, eyes smouldering with an invite. I closed the gap between us, feeling the heat from his chest, my fingertips tracing those curves I’d admired earlier. I knew I wanted him–and this selfie would be my beautiful omen.
He lay there exposed, our eyes locked and my heart raced. His six-pack abs and round, full ass were only inches away from me. I felt my cock twitch at the thought of what awaited. There was no denying what I wanted, or the ravenous hunger that lay beneath. He didn’t have to say a word, the selfies were evidence enough for both of us. This was going to be one hell of a night.