Heaving and panting bodies, flushed red from the heat and arousal, sweaty and slickly intertwined as one wild body of pleasure. Nakedness everywhere with no one shying away from exploring every inch of exposed flesh. A delicious frenzy of carnal delight as ravenous mouths collide and eager hands wander. It was a dizzying display of heartfelt abandonment, an irresistible orgy of pure bliss.
Browsing: #obsession
I thirsted for one man’s selfie, hoping he’d send me just one glance of his salacious smile, his magnetic eyes and his perfect body, so I could quench my thirst with a much needed sip of erotic arousal. I craved to devour him whole, to fill my soul with his hot arousal.
I saw his new selfie and couldn’t take my eyes off it. His ripped body, highlighted by the afternoon sun, his full luscious lips, and his intense gaze. When I finally met him, I was overcome with an irrepressible urge to feel his skin against mine. We kissed passionately and then went to his bedroom where I was completely seduced by him and our night of passionate ecstasy.
My eyes darted up as he entered the stall and I couldn’t turn away from the tight jeans that clung to a pert voluptuous body and the way his tight white shirt hugged muscle. His package made obvious there was something quite different about him and the way he moved told me he knew it. I devoured his body with my eyes and felt my own cock ache in response to the enigma that was standing before me.
I’m captivated by selfies. They offer a tantalising glimpse of the beauty and sensuality of the young gay male, a peek into a secret world of desire, of connecting, of hunger barely contained in a single frame. My own obsession it all starts when I open the app and scroll endlessly, lured by eyes that promise to explore, by lips beckoning for me to taste them.
I find myself hypnotized by selfies of gay men- their toned bodies, musky scent, and eyes that mesmerize. As I admire their images, a fantasy forms in my mind. His skin against mine, his mouth exploring, our bodies entwined in pleasure. In my imagination, I can feel him and I remind myself that this could be more than a dream; these fantasies could be made real.
Daniel arrived at the condo eager to explore the depths of his desires and the allure of forbidden pleasures. He opened the door to his own personal landscape of lust, overlooking a skyline of forbidden acts in the dimly lit chamber. He felt the allure and intensity of what was to come.
Standing in front of the mirror, my palms were sweating and my heart was pounding. I can see myself, now glistening with sweat–the one in the selfies that I can’t help but crave. My jock obsession has taken control, and I can’t deny my desire any longer. I must take this erotic journey.
He pulled away, leaving her aching and wanting, and presented her with his muscular, virile frame. His heavy balls pressed down against her skin, sending waves of pleasure throughout her body. His each and every movement created a sweet, exquisite sensation that she’d never experienced before.
As I ran my finger gently across the picture, I felt a surge of erotic pleasure: the dusky hue of his skin, the taut outlines of his body, all begging to be touched, explored and enjoyed. I had to find him. Nothing could stop me now.