He looked down at me, his eyes filled with desire, a silent demand for me to take him right here, right now. I wanted nothing more than to feel the warmth of his lips, the muscle of his body on mine, his hands exploring my desire. I lay there, thirsting for his touch, until finally he granted my wish.
Browsing: DIY
My heart raced as I looked at the selfies of these hot guys. I could almost feel the warmth of their skin against mine as I let my mind wander to fantasies of forbidden desires and intimate encounters. I envisioned them exploring every inch of my body, wrapped up in a passionate embrace, and letting my body do the talking.
He was 6’2, with a chiseled pecs, razor cut abs, and glistening thighs that begged to be touched. As his selfie scanned my screen I felt the rush of arousal and my body quivered with anticipation. It was time to make my move – seduction begins with a sexy guy selfie.
Lip curled, hips clenched, I slide further into his Massage Chair. His phone hums as I suck in the erotic selfies. Heat courses through my body as I breathe in and out – eyes closed nostalgically, he is everythin I crave.
My eyes take a dangerous dive deep into the depths of desire as I undress him with each errant exchange. My desires are hot, electrifying, and raw. As I take in his body, his soul, my own become one with his. Our breaths merge and I find myself lost in the sheer pleasure and joy of him. Our surrender to the moment – naked, vulnerable and open – evocative of our finest fantasies. Will I ever be able to forget his voice trailing off into delicious nothingness?
He crept up to the window slowly, captivated by the sight of the beautiful man contained within. His eyes met his own, and he felt a spark of desire like electricity pass between them. His hand moved gracefully to the window and he flashed a moment of skin: a sweet moment of lust that would never be forgotten.
My reflection in the mirror was more than just my body. It was my hottest desires, deepest fantasies, and all the places I wanted to go. I saw not only myself, but the person I wanted to be; someone consumed with unquenchable lust, and raging to satisfy his deepest needs. That reflection was a beauteous, radiant beacon of my gay desire.
He stood in the photo frame like a fully loaded pistol, ready to ‘trigger’ my desires with his sly smile and come-hither gaze. His smoldering selfie was a virtual lip-lock as neither of us could resist its seductive pull. I felt my cock swell with anticipation as my mind wandered to how his lips would feel on my skin. A perfect selfie, hinting at a perfect night.
My desires were unleashed with every muscle selfie I encountered. I wanted to feel his perfect body against mine. Each curve and ripple of his muscles fueled my fantasy and I let my erotic imagination go wild.
I admire the way he moves – every twitch, every gesture, sculpting each flavor of wanton desire into the air, a sculpture of lusty beauty. I can almost feel the heat waves that emanate off of his body as he takes his selfies. Every angle, every snap – it’s a feast for my eyes. He is a God in that moment and I can’t help but be intoxicated by it.