A selfie of a guy with a slight smirk, tousled hair, and an unbuckled belt was all I needed to propel me into a state of pure, unmitigated pleasure. Taking my time, I savored each second of my own exploration as I stepped inside my own vivid imagination. My hands coarsely caressing my body in ways I never imagined I ever could, I felt overwhelmed yet energized by the sensations that flooded me.
Browsing: self-love
He felt the familiar heat rising up, licking flames of arousal in his belly as he scrolled through the thumbnail previews of selfies from the hottest guys. He could barely contain his wanting as he stopped on one image in particular. His heart was hammering, as his fingers slid across the screen. His body ached with anticipation. The hours that followed were spent in titillating exploration, caressing his most intimate desires.
“The longing for pleasure stirred deep within me as I gazed at his alluring selfie. His beautiful face, flawless abs, and inviting eyes as they stared back at me. I could feel my body quiver with desire, a hunger that longed to be satiated by the allure of this forbidden pleasure. I was intoxicated by his beauty and wanted nothing more than the sweet caress of his desirous lips on mine.”
My gaze lingered, my heart pounded and my desire surged as I admired the hunk’s selfie. His shirtless chest heaved with each breath, so deliciously exposed, my hard-on pushing against my jeans in anticipation. His body called to me, begging me to slide in and explore further, and as I dove into his gaze I knew I wanted nothing more.
He stares at his reflection, floods of desire racing through his veins, his skin flushed with anticipation. Unable to suppress his desires, he scrolls through hot boy selfies, lustful and awe-struck, eyes roaming each and every inch of them. He feels a deep connection, stirred by beauty and raw sexual energy. The desire to touch and be touched, to explore, to experience every moment to the fullest, is nearly too much to bear.
He pulled me close, as if savoring every breath of the moment I waited for. He cupped my chin, and with a low growl he leaned in to touch my lips with his. He tasted sweet, of love and of lust. I sucked eagerly, seduced by the scent of his body and the heat radiating from his body. His hungry kiss revealed his desire and spoke of a future that was both ours. All mine.
His fingertips brushed against the edge of his laptop, the keyboard keys clicked beneath his index finger. His perky nipples tightened, sending a spark of arousal from his chest to his navel. He bit his bottom lip and adjusted himself in his chair to conceal his growing bulge. He opened his internet browser, the touch of the screen so close to his throbbing desire. He moved closer, and clicked the link to view the object of his idolatry.
He was beautiful, and his heat radiated from the screen like an electric pulse. I wanted him so bad that I could almost taste him, and I longed for our fantasy to become real. I wanted to feel his hot, smooth skin against my own, and realize my dreams of our self-sexed desires.
My hand caresses my cock as my eyes dance across the shades and planes of their hot bodies. It’s just me and them – I’m connected to them through the emotion of desire, my imagination fixated on the alluring lines of their form. I can sense the pleasure coursing through my veins as I feel them, virtually.
My body trembles as I prepare myself for a night full of self-love. I slowly make my way to the bed, with my oils and lube nearby. Taking deep breaths, I start to relax as I work my way to me butt; I begin to massage, exploring every corner of me intimate zone. I can almost feel my hole beginning to warm, inviting me to gently massage further and deeper. In this moment I find myself consumed in a world of pleasure, the ultimate act of self-love.