He was the definition of perfection; from his full lips and flawless, freckled skin to the sensual curve of his butt in that tight pair of jeans. At the sight of his selfie, I gasped in delight. I longed to experience the pleasure of being desired by him. My mind and my body ached with the thrilling and naughty anticipation.
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My eyes darted around the room of hot guys, drawn to their selfies. I wanted to leap into each one, fold my limbs around them and whisper secrets in their ears. I wanted to seize their soul, and explore the depths of our mutual desire. I wanted to seduce my way into their hearts and ignite a passion that burned for both of us.
My pulse raced as I slid my fingers over the smooth texture of the soft screen, revelling in the images of alluringly beautiful boys. Each selfie made me pause, my libidinous adoration almost palpable as I felt my desire for the beautiful males before me, wishing to feel our naked bodies entwined in passionate homoerotic lust.
My heart raced as I stared at the dreamy selfie. His lips were soft and inviting and his skin was a canvas of tempting ideas for me to explore. I imagined my hands brushing against his body as we shared an unforgettable moment of passionate seduction.
The eagle stirs me as I contemplate its akimbo wings. I reach deep into the pouch of my jeans and find hot, throbbing heat waiting for me. His beak so full, yet demands my filling. I let out a sigh of pleasure, his penis entering me fully. I spread my wings and take off, ready to embark on an erotic journey that will take me higher.
He looked at the perfect photo: eyes like the sea, sun-kissed skin, a rakish smirk that promised so much more. His desire grew with each passing second, and so did his resolve. He had to reach out and make a connection, to taste that sweet, intoxicating passion, so sensual and forbidden. And, without another thought, he was seduced.
As I ran my finger gently across the picture, I felt a surge of erotic pleasure: the dusky hue of his skin, the taut outlines of his body, all begging to be touched, explored and enjoyed. I had to find him. Nothing could stop me now.
He liked to look, but he wanted more. His eyes undressed every inch of the guy in the mirror, passionately absorbing every detail. A demanding desire for physical pleasure and intimacy overpowered digital thought and he knew he had to take a risk. That’s what he thought as his eyes devoured the holy sight of this beautiful man, and he made his move.
Aroused, my tongue traced his hard abs and I tasted each muscle before trailing down below. His heat was palpable and my desire intensified as I explored further. Finally, I found the goal and moaned in pleasure as I tasted his sweet essence. Muscular mirth…homoerotic selfie sensuality at its finest.
I spread my thighs, letting my hot breath and my fingertips trace the length of my most intimate path, my thoughts drifting off to images of his bulging biceps and teasing smirk from a selfie that he posted. I feel my whole body electrify and melt into pleasure as my fingers begin to circle and stroke, faster and faster.