My fingers tapping the screen with each new selfie I take, I’m mesmerized by the sensual curves of my body, the glint of light off my skin, as I explore my own attractions. Taking erotic selfies allows me to surrender to my passion and embody all of the pleasure I’m feeling, so I can capture the raw intensity of my desires.
Browsing: photography
My heart raced, my breath quickening, as his sexy selfie loaded on my screen. His alluring eyes, chiseled Adonis body, and full red lips called to me, tempting me with promises of hot, forbidden gay pleasure. I wanted to explore him and his body, feel his touch exploring me. I wanted to be lost in our forbidden dream of wild desire.
He stands naked in front of the mirror, one finger delicately tracing the defined lines of his body, as his skin glows in the light. His eyes fixate on the lens of the phone, like he knows I’m there, looking at him… a sensual, homoerotic moment of anticipation as he takes his own selfie. The perfect representation of his sex appeal – for me to keep and enjoy.
His selfie stirred me, the sultry curve of his lips, the blaze of his gaze, the hard muscled contours of his body. Each time I looked, I felt an urgent desire that pulsed through me like wildfire, igniting my blood and shaking my soul. This was more than a visual foxhole. This was a feast for my imagination.
His brown eyes honed in on me, inviting me to join him in his world, a place of pure pleasure and swollen cock. I slid my t-shirt off, baring my chest and the bulge of my aroused flesh. His raw seduction unleashed a flood of arousal, flooding every inch of me with a heat only he could control. His electric touch teased me, sending palpable shockwaves of pleasure through my stiff body.
My fingers tingle as I scroll through the tantalizing selfies of handsome, toned men—each one more striking than the last. I am pulled into their alluring world, my pulse quickening as I imagine the pleasure that each of these men could bring. Sweat glazes my palms as I savor the possibilities; these steamy secrets must undoubtedly remain hushed.
Crouched on my bed, I can’t help but admire the gladiator-like figure of this hunk of man that confronts me through his selfie. Hot damn. His rock-hard abs were even more impressive in the flesh, made all the more delicious by his lingering gaze. I can’t take my eyes off him: a real-life Adonis that I know I absolutely have to make mine. I hungrily attack his lips, his skin, and he responds eagerly. His muscular, strong body matches mine move for move. Yes, indeed: a selfie of this jock is definitely worth two in the bedroom.
He remained standing, his eyes burning into the photo of the hard-bodied Adonis who had sent him a selfie. His chest heaved with desire and a frustration that only the promise of satisfaction could assuage. His lips soon parted in anticipation and then a satisfied sigh escaped them as he surrendered himself to the naughty night ahead.
He stood in the photo frame like a fully loaded pistol, ready to ‘trigger’ my desires with his sly smile and come-hither gaze. His smoldering selfie was a virtual lip-lock as neither of us could resist its seductive pull. I felt my cock swell with anticipation as my mind wandered to how his lips would feel on my skin. A perfect selfie, hinting at a perfect night.
I admire the way he moves – every twitch, every gesture, sculpting each flavor of wanton desire into the air, a sculpture of lusty beauty. I can almost feel the heat waves that emanate off of his body as he takes his selfies. Every angle, every snap – it’s a feast for my eyes. He is a God in that moment and I can’t help but be intoxicated by it.