He strutted down the hall, a bulge on full display beneath his tight gym shorts. Excitement twinkled in his eyes as he surveyed the room, his smooth muscles begging for attention. As he walked closer, I could feel the heat radiating from him, and had to stifle a drool. This was one hot jock!
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Lustful eyes pore over every detail of my feed, this sweaty pool of unrequited desire. I imagine curves of their body, each twinge of pleasure I could bring forth. Hot and heavy and perfect, my fingers clenched together in ready anticipation. This desperate longing is all consuming and I can almost taste the ecstasy that awaits.
I feverishly run my fingertips along the naked body of a dream boy I had been lusting after for days. His perfectly sculpted abs and toned thighs begged for me to touch them, and I eagerly obliged. I can almost feel his heat through the photo as I take in his bulging biceps and lick my lips imagining what our night could bring.
He answered my request with a selfie, his smoldering gaze belying a hidden fire. I wanted to sink into the heat of his body, feel his desire for exploration, and exit with an experience I’d never forget. That night, I got my wish; the fantasy of his selfie came alive, a deliciously sensual reminder of why sometimes a little fantasy goes a long way.
His eyes burned into me as I imagined what it would feel like to have his body pressed up against mine; my fingertips burned as I imagined tracing the contours of his sculpted chest and toned muscles. I felt the warmth of his breath on my skin as I leaned in and licked his delicious lips, my heat and need rising with each erotic motion.
My eyes wander over the tanned, toned perfection of his body like a hot summer day; sweat glistening on the curves of his deltoids, rustling of polyester as he shifts in bed with a languid flip of calf. His hands, holding his phone, tease an invisible pleasure deep within me, and it’s suddenly so much more than just a picture.
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.
My eyes followed the path of every smoldering muscle subtly undulating along his toned, sun-kissed skin. His gaze met mine through the glossy screen and it felt like a siren’s song. I felt something stir inside me like the winds of a storm rising on the horizon. I wanted to touch every inch of him and feel his body trembling in my grasp. To share in the sweet agony of exquisite physical pleasure as we surrender to each other.
The pulsing energy of Cape Town runs through my veins as I wander along the dusty street, my eyes scanning the horizon for hot Hung Dudes. In the perpetual African heat, my lust rises, even as I anticipate the sexual pleasures that await me.
I stood there lost in reverie, my eyes devouring the two hot hunk selfies, each one hotter than the next. I felt a fire of lust sizzle beneath my skin, sending pleasure coursing through my body like a wild and wanton wave crashing upon me. It reminded me of the hot and heavy moments between us — daringly erotic, blissfully sexual, indescribably passionate.