His wrists were trembling as he touched thescreen, his fingertips like ghostly feathers as they brushed, delicate, over the curves and grooves of the selfie before him. In his mind he imagined himself as that man, kneeling between his legs and satisfying his desires. His fingers continued to quiver, stroking, until finally he allowed his momennts of pleasure to come to fruition.
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He stood there, naked in front of me. His selfie showed off his toned, smooth body and the lines of his beautiful face. I wanted to feel his want for me, and soon, I did. His touch was electric as I felt him exploring every inch of my skin. I knew this night would be unlike any other – this was my sexiest fantasy yet.
He was the object of my desire, and I had to have him. His intense gaze from his erotic selfie, his strong muscular body, and his desire unleashed through the screen made me weak with longing. I had to be with him, in his arms, and experience all that his body could offer. I could feel my body trembling with anticipation as I opened the door and our eyes, and our bodies, connected.
His gaze swept over the taut muscles of his tight torso, loaded with sinew and strength. Fire raced through his veins as his mouth watered with desire. With each click of the camera, he’d capture the image of another hunk in all his glory. Passion and pleasure blazed like white-hot fire within him.
He kissed me like his life depended on it, his breath hot and full of need. Up close and under the moonlight, his nude body was breathtaking; his skin smooth and inviting. My heart raced with desire as his lips brushed mine, our clothing forgotten, as if it never existed. This was our secret, our passionate, intimate renewal of queer connection.
I slide my fingers along my burning skin, the pleasure intensifying by the second as I gaze upon the muscled chest of the handsome man in the selfie. His touch hums through me, and I can feel my body sink into sweet oblivion as I imagine his arms around me. Soon, I’m spinning in a world of euphoric delight.
He lay back, mesmerized by the selfies of seduction. His heart pounded as his body thrummed with desire. His fantasies burst into reality, calling out for something that only another man with a body as perfect as his could give. His longing was palpable. A taste of forbidden pleasure beckoned.
I’ve taken so many selfies, for some of them I’ve been shirtless and it feels like I’m creating a hot little catalogue of my body–every curve, crevice, and kissable area captured for my eyes only. As I capture these moments of bruisable beauty, I become lost in the emotion of pure gay lust and I’m reminded of why I adore our sexuality.
He couldn’t look away from the selfie, marveling at how the guy’s sculpted body looked even better in person. His eyes trailed down to the tight briefs, wondering what could be hidden from view. His breath caught in his throat as need surged through him, a promising first chapter in his Salinger-esque saga of erotic delight.
My mind was alive with the possibilities of what might have been. I traced my way down his selfies with my eyes, lingering over each strong muscle, each heat filled stare, each incriminating smirk. The heat between us was palpable, and I wanted to make sure I stayed in the moment, relishing each moment of the fantasy.