He awoke with a burning desire to liberate his body of sexual tension. He slid his hands into his boxers and gripped his growing cock. With each stroke of delight, he imagined the beautiful stranger he had encountered online. His mind filled with thoughts and desires of finally feeling their passionate embrace. And in that moment of heavenly bliss, he found humanely satisfaction that warranted no shame.
Browsing: Masturbation
My skin grew tight and my heart raced as I looked at the self taken selfie of my latest target, his carefully sculpted body and tempting eyes. Gulping, I felt an insatiable hunger, an urge that urges me to reach out and touch, and a wave of pleasure that hits me as I fantasise about what he could make me feel. Selfie-fueled masturbation definitely has undeniable joy.
My hard cock dripped with anticipation as I touched his selfie. His perfectly sculpted abs and tight ass drove my imagination wild as I slowly stroked myself, beginning my salacious voyage with his smile, picturing what would lay ahead when we’d meet. I fantasized our passionate kiss, teasing our tongues together, exploring every inch as I my hand worked its magic.
The selfie was hot, and my thoughts immediately went to dark places. The tiny glimpses of his chest and stomach hinted at the larger body hidden beneath his clothes, filling my mind with vivid fantasies. I imagined his thick cock pulsing in my hands, his moans of pleasure echoing from my bedroom walls as I sucked his lush lips. I could almost feel the heady intensity of his orgasm, my own mounting with it. Jacking off to his selfie became an out-of-body experience.
My fingertips tapped with swift grace, as if dancing with the keys of my PC. Surrounded raw masculinity had me intensely aroused, and as I started to unbuckle my pants, I was titillated by the thought of all the clothes coming off. I jerked and pumped, as though rising and falling on a see-saw with my partner. I could feel my sweat and my lust dripping onto my keyboards as I crested hot and wild toward orgasmic perfection.
He started jacking off to selfies of hot guys. He was mesmerised by their beauty and aroused by their passionate eyes, as he imagined what it would feel like to have them pressed against him, skin to skin. He imagined their bodies grinding together in a beautiful and homoerotic ballet of pleasure.
He lay there, divinely still, his cock erect, mesmerized as his hands roamed, exploring every inch of his body while his eyes feasted on the nude, searingly-hot selfies of the hottie he had matched with earlier. Lost in rapture, he incited a symphony of pleasure as he stroked himself to the same rhythm of the man on the other side of the screen. This ritual of solo lust was as alluring as Salinger’s prose.
Their gaze fixed solely on their mind’s object of desire: the processor, the towers, the RAM, the monitor all morphed together into one mind-bending orgasm of desire. They closed their eyes and felt their quivering hands stroke and caress the smooth curves and edges of their object of desire. With each touch and caress, they felt every nerve in their body yearning to explore deeper. They explored all the various ports, buttons, and keys with passionate abandon and waited with bated breath for the erotic climax of pleasure.