Glancing down at his lean body, I shiver, a million naughty thoughts running through my mind. He’s the hottest guy I’ve had the pleasure to encounter and I am infatuated with him. His nude selfies would be the only thing I think of when I close my eyes, longing for his tantalizing touch. I could not resist his seduction, and with just a few loaded words he had me under his spell.
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Standing naked in front of the bathroom mirror, I admire my body. I flex my muscles, feeling the raw power of my tight pecs and strong thighs. I snap the perfect nude selfie, the camera capturing my toned back and tight ass perfectly. I’m ready to take the plunge into the world of gay male dating, and I’m hoping my hot photo enchants someone special. I’m ready to bare my soul and my body to the right man.
I saw him from across the room; his eyes as blue as an ocean’s depths. He was wearing nothing but a pair of tight boxer briefs that left nothing to the imagination. As I got closer, I felt my lips tingle with excitement as my gaze fell on his chiseled body and ripped abs. I could almost feel his skin against mine, his musky scent intoxicating me. I watched him take off his briefs and I felt my pulse quickening as I got lost in my own sensual fantasy.
He opened the envelope, and by the faint light of his bedroom, the most beautiful set of nudes of a man he’d ever seen emerged. At first glance, it was the come-hither expression that unwillingly selected him as its focus. Then suddenly, as if magnetically drawn, there he was: sucked in to the seductive allure of the man’s energy and sultry curves emanating from the photos. His own body involuntarily reacted to the sensuality—a dance of desire that felt both natural and necessary.
He was masculine, tall and ripped, and the subtle sheen of sweat on his toned body glistened in the seductive light as he snapped selfies of his tantalizing nude body. I couldn’t resist imagining the electric heat of his body pressing against mine, as sharp sparks of desire raced through my veins.
His selfie was sensual, like a secret, a temptation that pleaded silently with me to look closer. I was lost in his gaze, my hunger aroused and unbounding desires unleashed. His body beckoned enticingly, and soon my own was exposed, vulnerable, trembling with need and ready to experience all that his sensual picture promised.
He lay in bed, scrolling through the erotic, teasing images: tight abs, pert nipples, round ass, and a hint of pleasure. His heart pumping faster, his cock hard, imagining himself in those pics, caressing that body and feeling its heat against his own. He clicked through the selfies, each more tantalizing than the last and suddenly, all he wanted was to be in the arms of the man in those pictures.
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.