I can’t help but feel ravenously aroused as I gaze at his selfie – so close, and yet so far away. His well-defined chest and smooth abs might as well be mine as I move my fingers across his body; aching, wanting, needing to feel his sensual, masculine energy caressing me, entering me.
Browsing: ogling
Arching my eyebrows in anticipation, I unlock the door of the steamy sauna. The room is a visual feast of muscular physiques in skimpy swimwear. My eyes zero-in on the boldest bulges hidden beneath those tiny speedo bottoms. I cannot help but marvel at the power of oozing sexuality, strength and masculinity in the air.
Standing atop the rocky cliffs of Antigua, my eyes were in danger of popping out of my head. The blue waters and the near naked hotties ogling each other with lascivious glances was a sight to behold. I felt a stirring deep in my groin, a temptation that was hard to resist. The salty air was thick with the smell of manly sweat and waves of erotic energy that demanded more than just a casual glance.
He sauntered by, a vision of masculinity: toned biceps, broad chest, and tight shorts clinging to his muscular thighs. His package was outlined clearly and I wanted to touch. I gasped as I imagined myself exploring his powerful body with my fingertips. My heart raced as his gaze met mine.
I can feel my heart pounding, my palms sweating, and I ache with desire; raw, insatiable sexual appetite surging through my body as I ogle each muscle-bound man, ogling their stunningly sculpted bodies. Feasting my eyes on strength and riveting sex appeal, my gay fantasies spring to life, and I’m left captivated by delicious and often kinky thoughts of the night to come.
Sitting on my bed, mesmerized by the sexy selfies of hot guys, I drift into a world of heated homoerotic fantasy. I picture strong arms wrapping around me, our tongues and lips intertwined amidst a heated and passionate embrace. My breath quickens as I gasp at the thought of our skin sliding against one another in pure bliss.
I can melt into his selfie. The cloying image of his face, his eyes, his tantalizingly low V-neck, all rendered in indefinable hues of blues, greens, and grays. He mesmerizes me, just looking at their beauty, invades my senses. Just a moment in his gaze and the thought of his touch on my skin- my pleasure is almost unbearable.
The temptation was too great for me not to look. He was the epitome of masculinity – a bronzed god of pure beauty. As I allowed my eyes to linger over each contour of his body, his raw power and sensuality stirred something deep inside me. I’d never felt this way before. I was aroused and I was not ashamed.