He stood before the mirror, admiring what he saw. Every line, every curve accentuated by the candlelight from the bedside tables. His lips drawn into a sensuous smile, the heat of his gaze following his body in the reflection. His hand trailing down the mix of hard muscles and smooth skin that felt so good against his fingertips. He caught himself wanting, needing and desiring the person before him in the mirror. Intoxicated by his own desire in that moment.
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I’m captivated by his mirror selfie; his tight, black boxers contrasting against his pale skin, his eyes smoldering with desire. His body, inviting yet forbidden, urge me to explore; indulge in his love, to surrender to his seductive power. The air is thick with his scent; I can’t help but lose myself in his beauty. I’m overcome with pure, erotic pleasure as he takes me in his arms and whispers my name–his voice molten honey on my skin.
I could never resist the siren call of the mirror selfie- its shared secrets between me and the image of sublime male youth, beyond the touch of time or the humanness of experience. His body has become the tangible expression of a forgotten sensual desire, one that was explored in the solarium of my own head. I stand within this sacred space– my fingertips lightly grazing his photo-smooth skin, and my breath escapes in waves of longing. And yet, I find myself inside his dream– my own almost forgotten past awakening.
I wandered down the hallway, entranced by the sight of my reflection in the mirror. The pale blue light highlighted my toned chest and the curve of my hips. My lips were slightly parted, full and yearning for the touch of someone else. I could feel the desire pulsing, ready to burst from within me. I knew this fantasy would eventually become real.
He kissed my neck. His tongue flickered over my collarbone and my stomach ached with desire. His hands skimmed my skin as I gasped and his lips found mine. In that moment, all I wanted was him. His gaze met mine in the mirror as I felt his heat consume me. And suddenly, I saw myself in all my glory. I’d never felt such intensity – the gay man’s erotic odyssey.
He holds his phone up, staring into his own eyes; the light glimmering off the edges of the glass against his perfect bronze skin. He runs his index finger along the lower lip of the reflection, feeling his own electricity as his eyes catch the bulge of his jeans between his thighs and the heat of his lust catches fire.
I gaze into the mirror and my reflection stares back, hungry and furtive, like a thief in the night, shamelessly captivated by the delicious sight before me. I unleashed a raunchy smile, my heart pounding, my hands trembling with anticipation. My mouth all awhirl with carnal lust, I wanted to touch and feel, to explore the pleasure that was surely mine for the taking.
Lost in the glossy depths of my own pleasure, I’m intoxicated with the possibilities the mirror shelfie brings. From its diaphanous reflections arise a world of untold delights, and when a handsome stranger walks by, I’m transported to a rapturous realm of raptures. His inviting eyes trap my gaze, and we slowly undress each other in our private paradise. Our mutual ecstasy rushes forth like a wave. I love exploring every part of him, and nothing compares to the power of our mutual pleasure. Soaring higher together, every subtle caress sends my body skyrocketing into joy.
Lost in a warm daze, we lay in bed scented with our intertwined sweat and sweetness. His body like a rose, vibrant, open, and beautiful beneath me. I shared every moment of this carnal afterglow, eyes closed and savoring the pulse of still desire. My eyes open to find his, deep and inviting, asking me to dive deeper. As our bodies recover in an embrace of lingering pleasure, I am blessed again with his beguiling smile.
The moment I saw the mirror selfie of him, my stomach tightened, my heart racing as I imagined stripping his clothes away, exploring his body with fierce passion and exploring the depths of his desires. His body was a canvas of desire waiting to be revealed in all its salacious glory and I couldn’t wait to touch it.