I could never resist the siren call of the mirror selfie- its shared secrets between me and the image of sublime male youth, beyond the touch of time or the humanness of experience. His body has become the tangible expression of a forgotten sensual desire, one that was explored in the solarium of my own head. I stand within this sacred space– my fingertips lightly grazing his photo-smooth skin, and my breath escapes in waves of longing. And yet, I find myself inside his dream– my own almost forgotten past awakening.
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My hands tremble as I swipe through the selfies of ultra-hot guys wearing only skimpy briefs. I lose my breath at their sculpted abs, smooth chests, beckoning smiles, and tantalizing bulges. I can feel my pulse race as I imagine my tongue trailing down their curves, and my body aches with desire for the endless erotic possibilities these photos promise.
My eyes flicked across the captured image, my mouth slackening and my pulse quickening as I fell into a frenzied daydream, my body aglow and my fantasies boiling at the sight of it: toned muscles, taunt skin and a lingering heat that could only signal one thing– homosexual yearning.