Jerking to the Beat of Selfie Heat
He had been fantasizing about that hot guy he saw in the selfie all day long. For hours on end, this image of raw physical perfection had been flashing through his mind, sending wave after wave of shivers down his spine and a burning sensation of craving deep within his core. Everywhere he went, the heat of his desire followed him, leaving him breathless and desperate for action.
The only thing left to do was to take the plunge and allow his fantasies to be unleashed, spurred by the beat of selfie heat.
Table of Contents
- 1.Riding the Pulse of the Selfie Self-Lovin’ Showdown
- 2.Lost in a Sea of Muscled Magnificence
- 3.The Thrill of Seeing Through Screen-y Pleasure
- 4.Jerking to The Beat of Selfie Heat- A Franzine Homage
- In Conclusion
1.Riding the Pulse of the Selfie Self-Lovin’ Showdown
Kissing & Stroking:
My lids close and I surrender myself to a wave of pleasure, letting my hands roam the contours of my body without inhibition. The sensation of my fingertips lightly grazing my taut skin arouses me as I kiss my chest, savoring the warmth emanating through my veins. As my hands travel to my stomach and below, thrilling frissons of pleasure surge my veins, causing my heart to beat faster and faster.
Exploring New Pleasures:
Exploring further I feel my jeans slip down, releasing the heat that had been building up inside me. I can feel my pulse intensify as my fingers wrap around my manhood, my breathing heavier and faster with each stroke. I savor the feeling of being alive, every touch igniting the fire that was already burning inside me. Aroused to my peak, I close my eyes and let myself go even deeper, shamelessly enjoying this newfound pleasure.
2.Lost in a Sea of Muscled Magnificence
My hands were lost in a wild sea of searing heat. Latin hip hop blasting from his phone, inexorably coaxing me into a secret world of exhilirating pleasures.
The curves of his chest only the beginning of an endless fever dream, onetorch in the night, igniting increasingly regular eletcric shocks that cascaded through my system. I could not help but succumb to the ripped deltoids, secretly wishing I could be full and totally mine. His smoldering gaze sent a fiery blaze of passion through me, stirring up an intoxicatingly primal soup of passion and pleasure.
My hands followed the direction of my eyes, exploring every inch—biceps, shoulders, and capped off with a circle around his nipples. Every touch sent a flood of tingles through me, awakening his fire, a flame that could not be doused by the heat emanating from his phone. As chest-rise and fall argonized my pulse, hand tugging my shaft in an ancient ritual of desire. Images of him naked and sweat-soaked filled my mind, instinctively pushing my hips closer and closer until I was left panting for his embrace. And alone, pondering what could have been, I gave in and granted myself blessed release; all while .
3.The Thrill of Seeing Through Screen-y Pleasure
Kissed by the Screen
- The screen beamed me in.
- Immersing me in a world of selfie heat.
- His hot body exposed.
- His subtle smirk inviting.
I let my eyes wander his smooth exposed skin. Capturing every curve of him on the screen in my mind. It stirs me in a way I had never known was possible. I start to feel a need building in my loins. Desperately wanting to feel him in my arms. Leaning in closer to the screen, I can feel his heat. His gaze undressing me. My body responding to my internal craving.
The energy rises. Taking my shirt off to the beat of the music playing in the background. I start to feel the primal need take full control of my senses. My body calls out for him, my hands pleading with the screen for more. The sensation of my hands moving over my body in tandem with his movements, peaking with orgasmic pleasure. A pleasure only intensified by his absence on the screen. His heat lingering, leaving his presence still felt.
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4.Jerking to The Beat of Selfie Heat- A Franzine Homage
Feeling the heat was almost as good as seeing the heat in the selfies. My friend Kyle sent me a few of his latest snaps and I felt the pulse race through my veins as I fingered through them. The selfies he had taken while out on the beach were all stunningly sexy and were begging to be indulged in. I wanted nothing more than to pretend I was on that beach, the sun on my face and the sand between my toes, getting ready to take a dive into the cool inviting waves.
I bit my lip as I scrolled through the different photos, admiring the soft curves of his toned chest and the ripple of his muscles beneath his skin. I imagined what it would feel like to be held in his strong embrace, my body pressed flush against his as he rubbed his hands along the sensitive skin of my stomach. He’d whisper raw words of pleasure to me, his voice a low, sultry growl as I backed my hips into him, eager for more. I let the memories of his kisses wash over me, my cock twitched and throbbed in response as I felt my orgasm building within me.
In Conclusion
The night left my head spinning with possibilities and inspiration. I seared every glance, every brush of skin, every luscious curve, every inch of flesh, the thrill of every orgasm experienced while jerking to the beat of selfie heat. I had finally listened to the beat of my own pleasure–and it was electric. So pull the blinds, share the hot headspace, and spin on a fire fueled by desire–for there is no greater enjoyment than living deeply in the spell of the exquisite euphoria provided by the intoxicating selfie heat.
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