He brushed his lips over mine as the warmth of his body enveloped me. His piercing blue eyes, a perfect match for his sexiest of selfies, were filled with a carnal craving that sent me spinning. His hands were everywhere and my craving felt like flames deep within me. I wanted him in a way I’d never felt before, and I knew this would be a night of pure erotic bliss.
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The taste of his lips still lingers on mine. His tongue circles mine like a twister, our mouths colliding in carnal pleasure. His hands travel all over my body, exploring and teasing. I can feel his breath in my ear, whispering sweet promises of secret kisses and naughty deeds. I know this night will be one I’ll never forget.
He walked in like a god; his glistening biceps and abs demanded to be lusted after. His rugged body demanded to be worshipped and his mounds of flesh begged to be fondled. I wanted him now- our intense gaze revealed our mutual desire. I trembled with excitement as I came closer, and prepared to give myself completely to the pleasure of his muscled form.
I thirsted for one man’s selfie, hoping he’d send me just one glance of his salacious smile, his magnetic eyes and his perfect body, so I could quench my thirst with a much needed sip of erotic arousal. I craved to devour him whole, to fill my soul with his hot arousal.
I remember the whirl of heat I felt inside when I’d scroll through the shirtless selfies of the men who wanted all eyes on their muscled bodies. Each day, I’d long for the heat of a real encounter, the visceral pleasures of unfiltered touch and taste, the kisses that seemed like requiems for these now still, white-washed photos.
He was my own personal pretend boyfriend, and I’d write about our night together and commit it to the page. We both shared stories of the passionate encounters we had had and laughed at the silly details that felt so real in the moment; though we hadn’t yet touched, it felt like we already did, thanks to the selfies that I had of him plastered throughout my bedroom.
I saw him from across the room; his eyes as blue as an ocean’s depths. He was wearing nothing but a pair of tight boxer briefs that left nothing to the imagination. As I got closer, I felt my lips tingle with excitement as my gaze fell on his chiseled body and ripped abs. I could almost feel his skin against mine, his musky scent intoxicating me. I watched him take off his briefs and I felt my pulse quickening as I got lost in my own sensual fantasy.
My thumb lightly grazed the surface of the glowing screen as I flicked through the flight of selfies of hot guys. Each ripple and muscular curve of their body made my heart race. Desire quickening with each step, I can’t help but let my mind wander as I free myself to pleasure. I’m amazed as my hand creeps to the waistline of my jeans, sending sparks of anticipation through me.
My eyes lingered like a hungry lover’s gaze upon every contour of his curves, every ripple of his skin, every curve of his mouth. His nipples pebbled against my fingertips and we both gasped at the sudden jolt of pleasure that shot through us. As his shirt hit the floor, I was mesmerized by the delicious perfection before me, and ready to partake of each tantalizing morsel.
He undressed slowly, anticipating the moment when his naked body would be revealed to me. His eyes connected with mine – no hiding, no fear; only pure pleasure. As the fabric fell to the floor, his chiseled body was there in all its glory, just waiting to be explored. His sensuality filled the room, commanding my full attention and taking my breath away in anticipation of what was to come.