I can’t ignore the electricity that courses through me when looking at his picture. His bare chest is exposed, showing his soft and hairy body. My pulse quickens and I can feel my groin tightening, aching with desire as I imagine what it would feel like to caress and kiss him. His perfect form – a twisted, tantalizing mix of masculinity and softness.
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He was all macho: a muscular body in a denim shirt and Keysar jeans, a hint of five o’clock shadow on his chiseled face, and an expression of raw determination in his piercing brown eyes. But when he took off his mask, the desire deep inside me began to swell. His smouldering gaze ignited a fire in my soul, and his sensual, full lips beckoned me closer to explore every inch of his body.
The Speedo bulges tantalize like manly mountains of skin, smoothly sculpting curves of muscle that ripple and shimmer with each powerful, thrusting movement. The very sight of a bulge creates a sinful desire, leaving me entranced and breathless.
My skin grew tight and my heart raced as I looked at the self taken selfie of my latest target, his carefully sculpted body and tempting eyes. Gulping, I felt an insatiable hunger, an urge that urges me to reach out and touch, and a wave of pleasure that hits me as I fantasise about what he could make me feel. Selfie-fueled masturbation definitely has undeniable joy.
I stand in front of the mirror, my nudity a tantalizing reflection of all the delectable desires imperceptibly stirred in me. I slowly snap multiple selfies, exploring my sexy self as my eyes creep hungrily up and down my body. Capturing my need in each lust-filled photo, I am consumed by the heat that comes from the depths of my soul. I seal the pleasure of my unabashedly homoerotic sensuality with every click.
Crouching as if ready to pounce, I cracked open the envelope with my prize: a nude selfie of him, his body hot and ready, eager to be explored. I licked my lips with anticipation, aching for even the slightest taste of his silky, auburn skin. As my fingertips gently caressed each inch of his body, I felt the same electricity of a salacious Salinger striptease.
My hard cock dripped with anticipation as I touched his selfie. His perfectly sculpted abs and tight ass drove my imagination wild as I slowly stroked myself, beginning my salacious voyage with his smile, picturing what would lay ahead when we’d meet. I fantasized our passionate kiss, teasing our tongues together, exploring every inch as I my hand worked its magic.
He ran his hands over his smooth chest, letting his fingertips glide over the toned pecs, hard abs, and firm biceps. With every touch, I could feel the seductive heat rising from deep within, coaxing my body to explore further. His sculpted ass called to me, begging to be grabbed and caressed. His piercing eyes and devilish smirk had me transfixed, drawing me deeper and deeper into this homoerotic fantasy.
He walked into my room and everything changed. His eyes, inviting and piercing, made my heart beat faster. His body, tight and fit in jeans and tee, begged for my touch. I wanted to kiss him, feel his skin, explore his body. I melted in his arms and his submission only made it hotter. I can’t forget his nude selfie, his perfect body begging me to take him. I surrendered, consumed by desire for him.
I take a deep breath and flick through his selfies. His toned, tanned arms stretched across my vision, my fingers aching to trace around his biceps and lower. The heat of his gaze cuts through me, my mouth goes dry and submissive as I drink in his beauty. I can almost feel the warmth of his smooth body against mine, his skin pressing against my own. I’m ready to let his touch take me away.