He felt entranced, his inner lust bubbling over, as his eyes wandered up and down the long statuesque figure as displayed in the jock’s selfie. He thought to himself, ‘I must have him’ and felt his hardness, hot and unyielding, swell inside his jeans. He desperately wanted the jock to feel his heat, his desire, and he knew that when he made his move, something burning and passionate would explode between them.
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The heat and promise of his lips when we finally met was electric. His selfie, a window into his soul, planted sensual seeds in my eager, lustful heart innumerable times every day. In the bedroom, his tight body filled with endless passion, the whisper of his breath on my skin igniting my body and soul. Electric. Intimate. Explosive.
He was everything I dreamed, his body lean and muscular, so tantalizing in his tight t-shirt, jeans and onesie. I could feel my breath stifling, my heart racing as I imagined unbuttoning his top, caressing his neck and whispering racy words. I had to have him, right here, right now.
His selfie was sensual, like a secret, a temptation that pleaded silently with me to look closer. I was lost in his gaze, my hunger aroused and unbounding desires unleashed. His body beckoned enticingly, and soon my own was exposed, vulnerable, trembling with need and ready to experience all that his sensual picture promised.
I felt as if I was being caressed by a sinful lover. The hot selfies of this sexy man sent my imagination into hyperdrive and suddenly I was living my deepest fantasies as if they were real. My innermost desires were unleashed and the force of my imagination drove me ever closer to the edge of bliss.
He savored the smooth, unscathed skin, tracing his gaze over each shallow cleft and subtle curve, letting his hands wander over the contours of the man in front of him as he imagined what secret pleasure his body held. His hunger inspired, he let his heart and body merge in a passionate embrace, as his secret desires were revealed, stronger and more intense than ever before.
The pleasure was intense as I closed my eyes and ran my finger across the curves of the selfie. My hand racing lustfully down my body as I brought my hand to my throbbing member, and as I tensed, my body rippled in anticipation. I moved my fingers up and down as my voice carried out loud moans of pleasure flowing into the empty room.
I press my phone’s camera close and aim it just so, capturing the image of me from my best angle. I know my lips are full and delectable, my eyes hungry and inviting. I take an image of my body, of its curves in all its glory; I can almost feel my desire radiating out from the picture, into the world and to my lover, who awaits me.
His eyes explored further, stumbling upon glossy, toned men in various provocative poses. The images of these Adonises become the object of his insatiable craving. A never-ending sexual adventure, awaiting to be explored in the fantastical selfie-land.
My gaze scans the perfect expanse of his body. His muscles ripple beneath his skin, beckoning me to touch and explore further. His sinuous arms and broad shoulders flex invitingly. His stomach is taut, and his hips swell invitingly in his tight jeans. Lost in admiration, I indulge in a dark fantasy of tasting every inch of him. Unbridled, unrestrained desire assaults me.