The art of selfie seduction is an art form. I’ve learned that its potency is not in the posing or the filters, but in the confidence to own one’s desire and express it with longing and potent language. From the heat of one’s touch to the crackling fire of their presence – when engaging in the art of selfie seduction, it’s all about the energy.
Browsing: photography
I take a deep breath and flick through his selfies. His toned, tanned arms stretched across my vision, my fingers aching to trace around his biceps and lower. The heat of his gaze cuts through me, my mouth goes dry and submissive as I drink in his beauty. I can almost feel the warmth of his smooth body against mine, his skin pressing against my own. I’m ready to let his touch take me away.
My eyes darted around the room of hot guys, drawn to their selfies. I wanted to leap into each one, fold my limbs around them and whisper secrets in their ears. I wanted to seize their soul, and explore the depths of our mutual desire. I wanted to seduce my way into their hearts and ignite a passion that burned for both of us.
The heat and promise of his lips when we finally met was electric. His selfie, a window into his soul, planted sensual seeds in my eager, lustful heart innumerable times every day. In the bedroom, his tight body filled with endless passion, the whisper of his breath on my skin igniting my body and soul. Electric. Intimate. Explosive.
I press my phone’s camera close and aim it just so, capturing the image of me from my best angle. I know my lips are full and delectable, my eyes hungry and inviting. I take an image of my body, of its curves in all its glory; I can almost feel my desire radiating out from the picture, into the world and to my lover, who awaits me.
His eyes explored further, stumbling upon glossy, toned men in various provocative poses. The images of these Adonises become the object of his insatiable craving. A never-ending sexual adventure, awaiting to be explored in the fantastical selfie-land.
My gaze scans the perfect expanse of his body. His muscles ripple beneath his skin, beckoning me to touch and explore further. His sinuous arms and broad shoulders flex invitingly. His stomach is taut, and his hips swell invitingly in his tight jeans. Lost in admiration, I indulge in a dark fantasy of tasting every inch of him. Unbridled, unrestrained desire assaults me.
He tore my gaze away from the photo, and I felt myself trembling with excitement. His lips descended onto mine, his strong hands exploring every inch of me. I wanted him in the most intense way, and I got my wish as my body was filled with pleasure and desire. His passion was unquenchable, making me forget the photo, though it’s beauty still burned in my mind.
I shut my eyes and ”snap” my mind travels to a secret place of passion. The pixels of his face, captured in the depths of my subconscious, are so intense and vibrant. Suddenly, my hands are exploring the contours of his intimacy, and our bodies intertwine into the sweetest of pleasures…
He stared back at me with a drawling, seductive look. His t-shirt lay discarded on the bed, revealing the contours of his chest beneath. I greedily traced his curves with my eyes, undressing him with my gaze and feeling aroused. His pupils dilated in response, and I knew I was in for a wild night.