He was like a drug, a fever that kept me itching and craving, a never ending loop of pleasure that kept me on the edge of fantasy and reality. With each selfie, his beauty and masculine charm left me breathless, but it was his wisdom and insight into my longing that made me come alive. Every glance, every smile, every touch felt like a blissful, unexplored journey that led me through the depths of his soul.
Browsing: queer identity
I press my finger against the cool glass and let my gaze wander across the sinuous curves of my own reflection. Touching the sweet smoothness of my skin, my eyes linger over the intricate details that make me unique and exquisitely beautiful. I imagine the possibilities that a fleeting moment of homoerotic connection might bring and I know that soon I will discover the exquisite pleasures of the body.