I can’t ignore the electricity that courses through me when looking at his picture. His bare chest is exposed, showing his soft and hairy body. My pulse quickens and I can feel my groin tightening, aching with desire as I imagine what it would feel like to caress and kiss him. His perfect form – a twisted, tantalizing mix of masculinity and softness.
Browsing: Self Expression
He was all macho: a muscular body in a denim shirt and Keysar jeans, a hint of five o’clock shadow on his chiseled face, and an expression of raw determination in his piercing brown eyes. But when he took off his mask, the desire deep inside me began to swell. His smouldering gaze ignited a fire in my soul, and his sensual, full lips beckoned me closer to explore every inch of his body.
I gaze into the mirror and my reflection stares back, hungry and furtive, like a thief in the night, shamelessly captivated by the delicious sight before me. I unleashed a raunchy smile, my heart pounding, my hands trembling with anticipation. My mouth all awhirl with carnal lust, I wanted to touch and feel, to explore the pleasure that was surely mine for the taking.
He put his hands around my waist as I knelt before him, my head spinning as his lightly scented musk aroused me. My tongue gently stroked and caressed every inch of his throbbing member and his guttural moans of pleasure only intensified my desire to please him. I pulled him deeper into my mouth until I could taste the salty sweetness of his climax. Suck me up? That simply wasn’t an option.
I could feel my heart racing as I perused through his nude selfies, marveling at the vision of perfection – rippling muscles, chiseled abs, and a gorgeous face framed by curly hair. His lips were slightly parted in his pictures, and I shifted in my seat as I imagined what it would feel like to kiss them. My eyes moved to the other pictures, and I was absorbed by the fantasies bubbling up from inside me. The anticipation of what could happen was an unwavering heat between my legs.
He looked confident and in control, his gaze lingering on me as he sat down and motioned for me to take the seat next to him. His hand brushed my leg as I moved, and I felt him press himself against me as the bus jostled us. He leaned in close and our lips met, each kiss more passionate than the last. His hand found my hardened cock and his fingers expertly explored my depths, heightening my arousal with every stroke.
I started exploring erotic selfies of hot guys and experimenting with my own digital persona. It was an exciting experience — I felt free to express my desires, even those I’d kept deeply hidden. I wrote erotically charged stories about real and imagined adventures. I savored the sensual delights of looking at these guys and getting lost in my own fantasies. The selfies made me feel alive. I felt empowered to explore the depths of my homoerotic desires, without limits.
He lingered in a moment of intense pleasure as he gazed upon the man in the mirror. His selfie was a mosaic of sun-baked curves, toned muscles, and luminous skin. His eyes exuded a primal lust, begging to be tasted and explored like forbidden fruit. His smoldering gaze languorously caressed his aroused senses as the heat between them filled the air. He smiled. In that moment, there were no two beings on Earth; just two passionate souls in perfect harmony.
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.
“His shirt was half-unbuttoned, pants barely draped over his hips, revealing a lithe body that begged to be touched. Strawberries and cream I thought. I wanted to run my mouth over every inch, taste the salty sweat on his skin and feel the heat between us. He wanted me, I could feel it. I wanted him too.”