He hungrily stares at the selfie, pondering the seductive lines of his body and craving the delicate touch of every inch of him. His hands trembling with desire, he dances with the idea of what could be if they were together. A wild, passionate night explodes in his mind and his loins ache with anticipation.
Browsing: self-love
He caressed his own body as he gazed into the eyes of the selfie, imagining the touch of his lips on the cheek, the arms around his neck, and a burning kiss. His body responded as he moved his hands around his body, arousing himself with thoughts of the man in the selfie. It was a beautiful and erotic moment of self-love and desire.
The guy in the selfie exudes raw sensuality, provoking a thousand suppressed fantasies. One can’t help but be overcome by the lustful urge to reach out and caress his taut body, probing his hot, furry manhood. I feel the wet heat grow inside me, and I want nothing more than to surrender and explore the rapturous mystery of his pleasure.
The pure pleasure of his self-arousing mirror-stare consumes me; his uninhibited poses arouse my deepest yearnings. I’m spellbound by his enchanting features, and engulfed in his exquisite eroticism. My body yearns for his touch; the heat from his burning image entices me to be closer. I could stay in his world forever.
He lay there, trembling with anticipation as my lips brushed over his inner thigh. His sweet scent filled my lungs, pushing me to explore further. I ran my tongue up and down his solid length, teasing and tasting. He gasped and begged for more as I smiled, tasting a slice of heaven.
Licking my lips, I locked eyes with his voluptuous gaze from the selfie. His mouth so inviting, I craved to feel it quiver in singing joy against mine. My heart raced as I ached to touch his mouth and derive the sensual pleasure it promised as I followed with my tongue. A Homoerotic kind of delight, I knew would be naughty and deliciously tasty.
I saw him in the photograph, shirtless and beautiful, his muscles flexing, his hand cupped around his hardening cock. He was the one, and I needed him desperately. I imagined myself being with him, feeling his skin against mine, and I pleasured myself as I longed for him. That was when I realized: I wasn’t just wanking to win someone else’s love, but to my own.
He searched the room for a reflection of his own desires in the form of a man whose eyes he couldn’t meet. When he found him, it was like a dream come true. Their selfie fantasies became a sensual journey of ecstasy, until the sun dipped beneath the horizon and his head clouded with satisfied bliss.
He awoke with a burning desire to liberate his body of sexual tension. He slid his hands into his boxers and gripped his growing cock. With each stroke of delight, he imagined the beautiful stranger he had encountered online. His mind filled with thoughts and desires of finally feeling their passionate embrace. And in that moment of heavenly bliss, he found humanely satisfaction that warranted no shame.
My skin grew tight and my heart raced as I looked at the self taken selfie of my latest target, his carefully sculpted body and tempting eyes. Gulping, I felt an insatiable hunger, an urge that urges me to reach out and touch, and a wave of pleasure that hits me as I fantasise about what he could make me feel. Selfie-fueled masturbation definitely has undeniable joy.