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: Dream
“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.”
The dream boy selfies invited me in from the humid midsummer night, awakening my senses and coaxing my imagination to journey on an ecstatic path of possibilities. His body, his lips, his eyes, all inviting me to partner in pleasure as he awaited the homecoming of my desire.
He slowly parted my lips, tasting his way down my throat like a winding desert river. His tongue danced against my own, teasing and tasting every bit of my desire that grew with each stroke. His lips devoured me, sucking down an eden of desire.
Sweaty Levi sat there like some kind of a manly god, hands firmly on his knees, a broad chest, muscular arms like flying buttresses. I knew I was seconds away from something incredible, something raw and primal – something I’d been dreaming of for years. I took him: aggressively, passionately, hungrily. His body was capable of so much pleasure . . . and I was determined to find it all.
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.