I felt a raw, frantic heat as my deep gaze tangled with the gaze of the man in the selfie. His luscious lips formed a seductive smile that made the sudden rush of moisture between my legs completely unavoidable. I wanted to know more – to taste his divine nectar and surrender,skin to skin. In that moment, I knew that I would soon be singing the sweetest arias of pleasure.
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He stared into the camera, his lips parted, eyes smouldering. As I clicked his image I felt a sensation swell from my stomach, a shiver of arousal rushing through me. His gaze promised an eternity of unfettered pleasure, and his body a night of desire that I longed to explore.
His tongue was like a skilled musician, playing my insides like a piano. I felt the vibrations in my chest as if his lips were calling out for me. His hands were my anchor as I sunk further and further into the depths of pleasure from his gifted oral. I closed my eyes, surrendering myself and my body to him for the remainder of eternity.
I take a deep breath as I slowly move my hand up along my body, enjoying each second the mirror is reflecting back to me. My fingers tenderly work up to my sunkissed chest….. my nipples delicately hardening as I lean back, boldly letting out a sensual gasp…..My hot breath steams up the glass that has become my lover for the night as I dip my tongue. I can feel the anticipation as I let desire take over.
He pulled out his phone, and quickly flipped through his selfie shots, eagerly anticipating the next one he would post: his own face contorted in pleasure as he lightly laced his gentle fingers around his engorged cock. In a gaze of rapture he committed the image to memory, and soaked in the homoerotic electrification that filled the air. And he couldn’t wait to share it with the world.
I surveyed him from head to toe with my hungry eyes. He seemed to take pleasure in my gaze, posing in ways that accentuated his bare chest and the hint of hair just above his waistband. His selfies were a tease, playing up my deepest desires, and I felt my body heat up with the promise of what could come next. I dreamt of his body pressed eagerly against mine, exploring each other’s limits until neither one of us could take it another second.
He stands in front of the mirror, shirtless and glistening. His sculpted chest heaves with anticipation as he takes in the sight of his own body, the embodiment of perfect masculinity. His hands reach down, cupping his tight muscled ass with aching tenderness, while his seductive smirk speaks of unspeakable pleasures. Captured in this breathless moment, his jock selfie is an erotic exploration of pure desire.
He captures his reflection in his phone, a portrait of raw sensuality. His smoldering gaze, his tangy sweat, his maleness radiates off the stairs. His arousal awakens a hidden hunger, and an exquisite tension builds within my body, driving me to explore these deeply primitive desires.
He stood against the wall, shirt off, a perfect “V” chiseled abs and golden skin glistening with the sweat of his vigorous workout..it was the perfect selfie. My heart pounding, eyes wide, I eagerly reached out..He was a masterpiece; one selfie and I was his.
He was–what else could I say?–a beautiful work of art, all the way down to his smooth, slim waist, down to the soft, inviting contours of his perfect ass, illuminated by the sultry moonlight. My lips trembled with the anticipation of finding out what was hidden beneath his scant, sheer clothing. I wanted more than a photographic glimpse of his body; I wanted the real thing.