The steam in the room was thick, almost tangible as I looked through his selfies. He was shirtless and posed in just his briefs, grinning in the bathroom mirror. My fingers itched to touch his toned skin and to feel the heat coming off his body. I closed my eyes, letting out a breath, and created a passionate fantasy of the two of us.
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I ran my eyes from his toes, up his toned and taught legs, feeling pleasure surging through my veins as I did. With every muscle chiseled to perfection, I could almost smell the rosy scent of his freshly shaven skin. I ran my hands along his curves as I imagined his salty sweet taste on my tongue. Jerking off to him was like a little slice of paradise.
My eyes jump from the ripples of his smooth, lush chest, to the definition of his abs, to the veiny projections of his bulging biceps, tracing the contours of his sculpted muscles like a map to pleasure. I feel myself getting aroused and my breath becomes heavy and shallow as I imagine running my hands up and down his body and exploring each individual peak and valley.
“My heart raced as I took in his raw selfie. His toned body gleaming in the sunlight, the dust kicked up between us as I imagined his lips on mine, the breeze of our breaths mingling in the air. I let my mind wander, the image stored away in my mind as I envisioned the possibilities of what could be.”
The hunk’s selfie evokes the most purring of desires in me, a trickle of wild excitement coursing through my veins like a jolt of electricity to all the right places. His smoldering gaze pierces my soul, a promise of pleasure and endless nights of unbridled lust. I crave him like a drug, and he’s already given me my first electrifying shot.
My heart lurched as I scrolled through the selfies of hot guys–latin dudes, twinks, gym-jocks with hard bodies and firm bulges―each one more tantalizing than the last, stirring deep feelings within me as I thought about each one. I wanted to linger over them, dreaming of being held in their arms, exploring their curves and taking them in my mouth.
His skin glistened in the sunlight, the muscles heaving and alive as his plentiful sweat caused every inch of him to glisten in a mesmerizingly sensual way. His bulging biceps and strong abs were an erotic feast, a delicious and inviting vision of sexual temptation that I found impossible to ignore.
He ran his fingers down my chest as he pressed his body against mine. His lips moved insistently against mine as I joyfully surrendered to his magnetic touch. Intoxicated by the heat radiating off his body, I surrendered into sheer joy. His fingertips dancing on my skin paints a picture of desire burning in my soul for him to fulfill. I wanted more. His strength coursing through me leading me to a passionate eruption of pleasure.
I find myself hypnotized by selfies of gay men- their toned bodies, musky scent, and eyes that mesmerize. As I admire their images, a fantasy forms in my mind. His skin against mine, his mouth exploring, our bodies entwined in pleasure. In my imagination, I can feel him and I remind myself that this could be more than a dream; these fantasies could be made real.
I’m seduced by the sheer beastly beauty of his wild, wanton image screaming out silently from the glossy screen; lost in the heat of the fire that burns in my loins. I’m consumed by a raging inferno of carnal desire, begging for me to surrender to the tantalizing allure of his raw power and blissful abandon.