He had come to the shore for what felt like a million times. Yet, the rush of excitement aroused by the sight of men in tight swimsuits never once failed to excite him. It was the same every time. He’d hear the waves crashing beneath him, smell the salty sweetness of the air, and see those men, beckoning him to shipwreck onto a surfboard of lust. Oh, he wanted it all, and knew tonight would be no different.
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He stepped into the back alley; the echo of the hustle and bustle of the city instantly muffled. Locked in passionate embrace, they undressed each other feverishly – clothes sliding to the ground, to be replaced by a scorching hunger. Tongues explored and hands caressed, the smell of desire thick in the air. Their skin touched in the electric thrill of complete surrender. In that alley heat, pleasure stumbled into a night of wildly uninhibited pleasure.
The night air was like electric silk against my skin as I strolled through the city, my gaze drawn to hot selfie after hot selfie; each set of muscular shoulders, bulging biceps, and deep eyes like an irresistible spell that had to be followed. Soon, those seductive images led me to an experience that was pure pleasure, yielding to the temptations of the night and surrendering to the salty taste of pleasure that came with it.
I stepped closer, barely able to contain my arousal as I beheld the hot hunk’s full-body selfie, every inch of him begging me to dive in and explore. I silently lusted after his body, imagining what it must feel like to have him pressed against me as desire burned through my veins. Oh, the things I wanted to do with him!
I found myself in Reykjavik, my skin rippling with anticipation, my body quivering with excitement. Before me, tall and strong, were Nordic studs with broad shoulders, the perfect muscular physique, and eyes that sparkled with passion. I was ensnared in their desires, ensconced in their heat. I was lured into wanting, craved, and later fulfilled. Tonight I would be wild and free. Tonight I fly.
I slipped my hand into his tight bulging jeans pocket, and felt a powerful stirring as his hardness pressed against my fingers. His eyes twinkled with pleasure as I uncovered the forbidden beauty of his hottest dream boy selfie; his perfect body and tantalising curves begging to be explored. I was seduced, my mind afire with anticipation, ready to let him envelope me in a passionate embrace.
He moved closer, pressing his hard body against mine as he licked my neck and whispered into my ear. His hands explored my body, igniting a fire between us that seemed unstoppable. His tongue danced and his fingers ran down my back as we tumbled to the ground, lustful and ready to learn more about each other in that back room of the bar.
He wanted me and I wanted him. His skin glowed in the sunlight streaming in from the window, and I felt my own desire swell with the anticipation of the seduction to come. Our eyes met, a silent invitation and we both knew what was coming next. Our clothes flew off and we became lost in each other’s arms. We were intertwined, exploring and tasting, pushing each other to the edge of pleasure. The selfie had been seductive, but now it was time to take it to the next level.
My heart raced as I stared at the image before me. His form, half hidden by a loose t-shirt and jeans, was breathtaking; and his captivating eyes promised a night of passionate exploration and surrender. Touching the image, I imagined the feel of his skin beneath my fingertips, before giving in to the temptation to let my fantasies blossom and burn.