The thrill of connecting with a man in such an intimate way made my heart race. His soft fingertips brushed against my lips and my nipples stiffened under his expert hands. His touch was electric, and I felt my desire for him build with every passing second. We danced an exotic tango, full of passions and pleasure.
Browsing: Computer
I sat alone and silent in my dark bedroom, barely illuminated by the dim blue light of my laptop screen. I started to stroke myself slowly with one hand, my other hand searching furiously on the keyboard. My breathing became more ragged as I leaned in closer to the screen, searching for more intense relief. A final stroke of my fingers and suddenly I was soaring, my body tensed and released in a surge of pleasure and release.
I skimmed the mini-museum of anonymous cock pics on my computer screen, the orgiastic display filling me with a tingly thrill I could not deny. In a fit of unparalleled longing, my hand found eager release in the wild trial of stroking my aching manhood. There I lay in bed, lost in an immense swirl of carnal pleasure. The tide of pleasure kept cresting higher and higher, my cock yearning, begging to be heard, singing out loud a wild symphony of exhilaration.
His fingertips brushed against the edge of his laptop, the keyboard keys clicked beneath his index finger. His perky nipples tightened, sending a spark of arousal from his chest to his navel. He bit his bottom lip and adjusted himself in his chair to conceal his growing bulge. He opened his internet browser, the touch of the screen so close to his throbbing desire. He moved closer, and clicked the link to view the object of his idolatry.
He hadn’t expected it to be so easy to find a connection. They started talking, flirting with one another online. Before long, both of them were aroused with unquenchable thirst. A few clicks later and they were in each other’s arms. Then passion and lust collided and he experienced pleasure beyond his wildest dreams.
My eyes were pulled hypnotically to the beat of my computer sending me into a trance. Sweat dripping off my forehead as my hand gently caressed down my body, feeling the muscles of my chest clench as I imagined all the possibilities that lay ahead. My vibrant imagination guiding me as I found myself face-deep in ecstasy. I stayed in the moment, captaining my ship to a blissful out-of-body experience.
My eyes were glued to the screen, hypnotized by its mesmerizing images of an anonymous man begging to be taken. Excitement coursed through my veins as I unleashed desire onto the keyboard like an artist possessed, willing my hands to craft the perfect masterpiece, the ultimate fantasy. His moan echoed in my ears as his body shook in raw, uninhibited orgasm, proud and powerful.
He was a tall, leanly built guy with piercing blue eyes and sun-kissed skin. His shirt rode up from the effort of pounding the keys on his laptop, revealing a splattering of light chest hair that promised untold pleasures. His face was inches away from the guy on the other side of the screen, our hero’s own breath mingling with that of his cyber-lover. As they got closer, the only movement was the steady clicking of keystrokes. They were driving each other crazy. No wetness, no heat, just raw, titillating anticipation.
They say that computer cyber jerk offs are a work of art, and it’s true. In ones own solitary paradise, the silken muscles in your fingertips stretch and strain as the intensity builds in perfect erotic staccato: surf, beg, stroke, pant, moan, surge, gasp, surge. Take your pleasure and let go.
He felt an electric surge of pleasure as he watched his computer monitor, his eyes hungry for the homoerotic man-on-man action. The digital exploration of private passions, in vivid and graphic detail, was like nothing he’d experienced before – as if his heart was being massaged with desire. An ecstatic high as he reveled in the simulated embraces of a cyber-fueled erotic world.