My heart races with anticipation as I look at the guy’s selfie. I run my fingers through my hair, watching his photo like an erotic movie. His body, his eyes, his lips… what can I do to make this fantasy a reality? I close my eyes and take a deep breath, letting my imagination take over, as I let my desires come alive.
Browsing: Boy
He scrolled through the selfies of hot guys, his mind foggy with lust and desire as each image revealed a slice of beauty that left him breathless. His pulse raced and his skin was a flame – he wanted nothing more than to be with these boys, exploring their lithe, young bodies, exploring all the ways he could show them just how desirable they are.
“He was an enigma, that perfect boy with the even perfecter smile, asking my spirit to embrace him. I opened Instagram and there he was, an invitation to bliss—his dreamy selfies a calling card to my wild dreams, beckoning me to surrender to a night of intense pleasure.”
He couldn’t tear his eyes away. His heart rate sped up as he admired the beautiful nude body on display. Every inch of perfect sculpted flesh begged to be touched, moist lips parted in anticipation. Desires ran wild as he imagined the pleasure of exploring all that skin and flesh for himself. Endless possibilities, endless wonders, all revealed in just one coy look from a hot boy selfie.
I half-closed my eyes, letting desire overtake my conscience. He stared back at me so intensely, and oh, that sweet barely-there smirk. I wanted it so bad. I felt my skin heat up and my heart thunder as his selfie seemed to say ‘Let’s get together and explore this, let’s not waste this desire…
He couldn’t resist the allure of the dreamy boys in their tantalizing selfies. Taking in their long lush lashes, pouty lips, and divine curves, his mind was afire with salacious fantasies and unimaginable carnal lust. His voyeuristic craving could never be denied, and his body trembled in arousal as his imagination ran wild.
He pushed me against the blissfully cold tiling, engulfing my warmth with his. He brought his lips against mine with forceful determination, soft yet demanding. I trailed my hands over his toned, sculpted torso, desiring more of him, more of his taste and his unyielding passion. He kissed back with an animalistic fervour, unmasking with each touch the hidden depths of desire.
He trembled before the unknown, but he excitedly peeled off every layer, desperate to find his hidden surprise. At last, he found it – a hard, long, throbbing boyhood, just waiting to be explored. He glanced up, eyes full of yearning, ready to unlock the mysteries of passionate gay love.
We lay together in the sand, sweaty and sandy, until interrupted by the thundering surf. His touch, gentle and insistent, like someone reading a familiar sends a shiver of anticipation down my spine. My surrender to him was sweet, soft and passionate as the heat of the day melted away.
He stood there, tall and handsome, his perfectly sculpted body, defined by a tight white t-shirt. His jaw was masculine and chiseled and his eyes, they were so beautiful – two big blue pools of desire that I could not resist. His full lips made me crave for their taste and his smile promised a night of pure erotic pleasure.