Selfie Fantasies: Studs I Dream Of Undressing
He stared at me unblinkingly through the lens of his glowingly illuminated iPhone. His sun-kissed skin highlighted the custom etched sculpted ridges of his abs while his hand effortlessly framed the side of his models’ deliriously inviting face. I could almost feel my heart fluttering, as I spotted the pearly whites within the deep v-neck t-shirt as he readied his camera and clicked the capture button. My eyes normally become transfixed upon even the most potentially ordinary of sights, yet as I gazed into the inner crevices of his smile I was left utterly awestruck. I knew that with each new “selfie” launched through the obscured boundaries of the online universe I was granted fresh and exciting new fantasies to explore.
Table of Contents
- 1. Capturing the Heat of His Glistening Skin
- 2. Letting My Imagination Run Wild
- 3. Taste of His Alluring Lips
- 4. Undressing My Fantasy Man In My Mind
- In Retrospect
1. Capturing the Heat of His Glistening Skin
The few feet between us felt like miles. His glistening skin in front of me was an irresistible invitation.
The sight of that chest, skin radiating enough heat to keep me warm on the coldest of nights, had my breath catching in my throat. His vibrant, watery gaze seemed to read me like an open book, and I was unable to resist the promise that lay ahead.
I wanted to explore every inch of that body that occupied my mind, my heart and my dreams. I took my time, first touching his chest and then lowering my hand across his abdomen. Each rigid muscle brought thrill and arousement. My stomach quivered with anticipation as I let my fingers trace downward to his tantalizing V-lines. His scent was heavenly and I wanted to embrace him tight and never let go.
His moan sounded like a song as his tongue traveled my neck. His touch sent a wave of fierce pleasure that tingled my toes. Every touch begged to be unleashed and every second together felt like an eternity.
The moment was perfect and I wanted to capture it. I stood there savoring every second, memorizing the feeling in order to save the moment in my eternal dreamland.
He brought me hard and fast, and then softly, lovingly, like a gentle breeze. It was pure fire on my skin and heavenly bliss on my heart. I will never forget the heat of his skin and the explosion of intense sensations that illuminated my entire being.
2. Letting My Imagination Run Wild
My heart races as I thirstily scan the image of his body. His white shirt is tight against his toned torso, showcasing his firm outline beneath the fabric. With a desire rising inside me, I imagine slipping my hands beneath his shirt, feeling his heated skin as I slowly trace the landscape of his chest with my fingertips. His eyes, smoldering with passion, plead with me to take things further.
My body trembles as I take in his perfectly chiseled features, my lips seeking his own in an aching desire. I sigh with pleasure as I imagine my hands sliding beneath the waistline of his pants, exploring his tight hips and taut backside. His breaths become shallow, his body alive with anticipation of what’s to come. I close my eyes and surrender to the pleasurable sensation of biting his neck and lips. His breath fans through my hair, heightening my longing as I inch closer to him.
3. Taste of His Alluring Lips
Lost in His Splash of Lustful Flavor:
I remember his succulent lips that seemed to contain a thousand mysteries. My mouth desperately wanted to unveil the secret that lay hidden behind his tantalizing cassava colored smile.
He looked at me and I felt the electricity in the air, the aroma of honey grapes that overwhelmed my senses. He took my hand and I never let go, compelled to tarry in the depths of his luscious flavor.
I felt my insides awaken as his lips met mine, soft and inviting. His kiss was full of wild promises that had my heart beating faster than before. His cinnamon mouth lingered on mine and schooled me in the language of love, with each caress of his mouth I was riding a storm. His perfect kisses left trails of bliss running through my entire body, tasting a sweetness that I could never forget.
- His irresistible flavor of honey and cinnamon
- The sensation of electricity in the air when our gaze met
- The language of love that his kiss taught me
- The waves of pleasure that ran through my body
4. Undressing My Fantasy Man In My Mind
- The Deliciously Delicious Man
- The Myriad Of Ways
I devour my fantasies with my eyes, trailing them from head to toe. The broad shoulders, rippling abs and tight pectorals – he looks like a piece of art work, my work of art. Weaving my way down, I follow the toned muscles on his back, the suggestion of those not-so-subtle curves beneath his jeans as I bring my eyes back to his face. He’s the guy I want to undress in my dreams, peeling away all the hardness to find the sweet, hot heat beneath. He tantalizes me with his strong and sexy manner, driving me wild as he crushes me against his chest, pulling me closer with every inch.
The possibilities of his body, the way that I can stroke and explore the expanse of his being seems infinite, offering a world of pleasure that I can never resist. I often find myself imagining the sheer pleasure of the taste of his flesh, my tongue sliding over the contours of his inviting curves, as I explore every inch of his body. I think of how I can bring my hands up to his face, running my fingers over his lips as I feel the heat from his body. I could almost swear that he’s melting in my hands, his every movement becoming more and more passionate as I ignite the fire within him.
In Retrospect
What began as a small innocent notion of sexual exploration through selfies has quickly become a vivid tale of passionate lust and wanton fantasy. Despite the carnal desire and naughty thoughts, I am still in awe of the humanity behind the perfect body and untouched perfection. Strangers that, by just hitting the button of a smartphone, become fantasy studs, becoming my willing slaves with whom I can do as I please. That these selfless selfie-takers might actually exist and I can finally enact my fantasies onto living, breathing, real-life objects of desire. As I dream of undressing these selfie fantasies, I can’t help but succumb to my desires and fantasies. I have an unrelenting longing to sink my teeth into the warm embrace of their muscled bodies, and let my tongue slide over every exposed part of them. Until then, I am still lost in my own world of selfies and my own fantasies of undressing these delicious studs. Until my next foray into the world of selfies, sweet dreams… ;)
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