He glided into my room like a glorious vision of manhood, delicious and forbidden. He shed his clothes, revealing an exquisite body that demanded attention and aroused my deepest desires. His smoldering selfie had translated into this beautiful reality, and it was nothing I’d expected… but everything I wanted.
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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.
Sipping on a martini, I pored over the selfies of the hot men on my phone; their agile and toned bodies glistening from the sweat of the gym. I felt my own surging desire to explore and feel every inch of them course through my veins. I imagined our most intimate encounters unfolding before me as erotica and wrote of the intense pleasure of pinning them down as I explored and conquered their tight, willing bodies.
The arousal of desiring him after just a few glances of his selfies was too strong for me to resist. I wanted to stroke his body with my hands and feel his hard, sculpted chest pressed against mine. My fantasies were hot and vivid; I lusted after his lips, tongue and body as I imagined myself soloing it up, jacking off to the self-expression of his burning sexuality and passion.
He pawed eagerly at the screen, tracing the contours of the man’s body as if it were his own. His every emotion lay bare as the man seemed to come alive from the image, radiating pure electricity and raw seduction. His smolder was enough to melt even the coldest heart and his muscled body was a beacon of pure ecstasy.
The sun dripped warm, glutinous gold, caressing bare skinned, yearning jocks. Their hot bulging muscles, quivering and humming with erotic energy, taunted and teased, begging for touch and to be unified as one.
The room was filled with the musky scent of our sweat, as I caressed and whispered my way across his muscled body. His lips parted as I kissed him deeply, exploring the delicious contours of his skin with my fingertips. I followed the ribbed contours of his abs to the arch of his neck, delighting in his moans of pleasure.