My body tingles as I savor the selfie just taken in my bedroom. The lust in my soul is undeniable, watching my toned torso and tight abs in the mirror. I hunger for more and I’m aroused by the thought of knowing someone else could be admiring me just like I’m worshipping me right now.
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He watched, enraptured, as his perfect body captured in that selfie moved and shifted with the shifting light, his ripe curves twitching and tauntingly arousing, a siren call to his lust-addled heart as the shape of desire and orgasm burned like a fever through his veins.
The outline of his tight jeans against his body is a thing of absolute beauty. His free-flowing movements caress the denim – reminding me of an irresistibly passionate dance. His hips which sway in a tantalizing manner – reminded me of an unrepressed fire, and I wanted to get closer.
His deep brown eyes were the focus of my desire as I stared into the depths of the selfie, savoring the temptation of that flawless, muscular body. I wanted it wrapped around me, commanding my own body with an intense, homoerotic passion that consumed me.
He was a vision – muscular, chiseled, surprisingly tall compared to my own petite 5’5. His selfies only excited me more; the way those white fitted shorts contrasted his golden tan… unbuttoning his shirt to show his chiseled chest – I felt lightheaded with desire. I was ready to explore every inch of his perfect body.
The room was thick with feverish heat, ignited by the sight of sweating, toned bodies. Jock straps stretched tight against bulging, throbbing muscles and every vein on their muscular arms screamed for more. With restrained urgency they attacked, hands hungry for pleasure, mouths yearning for satisfaction. The undeniable urge for release hung heavy in the air.