He dreamed of exploring every inch of every sensual self he had ever seen, including something new in himself. Hands tracing over curves and lines, the sheer beauty of it all making his body quiver in anticipation of bliss to come. He watched in ecstasy as his hands opened the door to a new realm of pleasure, desire and passion.
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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…
I can feel his heat as I trace his body through my eyes – his taut stomach and broad chest glimmer in the morning light. I dream of what it would be like to feel his body pressed against mine as I tremble with anticipation. His heat consuming me, melting away all inhibition as we explore every inch of each other with wild passion and reckless desire.
He stood at the picture window, backlit by the sun that danced between the black outlines of his tall, chiseled frame and the white, lacey curtains behind him. His body glowed like an erotic mural that I wanted to trace with my tongue. I wanted to undress him, to lay him down and explore his body until we both were spent.