He was standing there shirtless, his amazing body glistening in the soft sunlight. His face was a picture of desire, and his lips were wet with want. My body quivered at the thought of tasting him, of consuming his salt and sweetness, of that sensual pleasure that would soon be ours. I licked my lips in anticipation, ready to give and receive hot oral.
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Her eyes trace the contours of his body from the broad expanse of his heavily muscled chest, down to the thick muscular arms and finally to the muscled curves of his perfect waist. His face is like a god’s, and his body is a dizzying paradise of rapturous pleasure. Her desire to know his touch, to feel his hard muscles against her skin, dances in her mind each time she looks upon one of his selfies, and she revels in the muscled rapture of his existence.
I slide my hands down my body, letting my fingertips graze my tight, toned skin. I close my eyes and feel my heart race faster with every thought of the hot guy I’ve been stalking on Insta. I’m thirsty for more and my hunger only grows as I go deeper into my solo, homoerotic cruise. Will I get a taste of his amazing body tonight?
He toyed with the idea of swiping right – not even sure he should. But when he saw that tight, toned torso, smooth strong body and thick, pulsing cock, his pulse raced and fingertips run with sweat. He was hooked. He knew he’d entered a forbidden temple of homoerotic desire, and he was ready to explore.
He savored every inch of his steely body, no longer bound by the confines of cloth. His powerfully throbbing manhood – fat, long, and pink – was intense, electric, and begging to be touched. His body a landscape of raw desire, burning with irresistible passion.
I imagine myself, the object of desire, when I look at those selfies: their bodies in alluring poses, draped in sheets and tight cotton, their faces half shadowed in the glow of the setting sun. I feel the heat of their skin next to mine, the electricity of anticipation, and of a moment in time that is fleeting and sensual.
The art of selfie seduction is an art form. I’ve learned that its potency is not in the posing or the filters, but in the confidence to own one’s desire and express it with longing and potent language. From the heat of one’s touch to the crackling fire of their presence – when engaging in the art of selfie seduction, it’s all about the energy.
I take a deep breath and flick through his selfies. His toned, tanned arms stretched across my vision, my fingers aching to trace around his biceps and lower. The heat of his gaze cuts through me, my mouth goes dry and submissive as I drink in his beauty. I can almost feel the warmth of his smooth body against mine, his skin pressing against my own. I’m ready to let his touch take me away.
He slowly removed his shirt, revealing an impressive set of pecs that defied gravity and a set of abs that made my heart melt. I admired every inch of his body, starting at his neck and making my way down to his hard, long pride. Moaning softly, I could almost feel the heat emanating from it as I slowly lowered my face and delicately kissed it.
My heart raced as I stared at the image before me. His form, half hidden by a loose t-shirt and jeans, was breathtaking; and his captivating eyes promised a night of passionate exploration and surrender. Touching the image, I imagined the feel of his skin beneath my fingertips, before giving in to the temptation to let my fantasies blossom and burn.