The sly curve of his lips called to me, his manhood beckoning. I tugged his pants down with urgency, ripping them off him, and devoured the sight of his hot muscle and hard desire. A deep hunger and feverish lust consumed me, as I ravenously licked, tasted and torn into Dylan’s manhood.
Browsing: self-reflection
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.
I was thirsty for selfies of sexy guys, double thirsty. My eye flirted with every motivating picture as though it was seeking and wanting an eternal connection; primal, electric, unavoidable. I had to touch what I was seeing, taste it, feel it’s pheromones, scoop it up and envelope in a delectable, orgasmic realization.
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 initial touch was light, my fingertips skimming across your warm flesh like airy kisses. But soon I ventured further, coaxing deeper, more consuming sensations from your body– your moans guiding me over hills and valleys until a deep pleasure erupted from within. My hands now bolder, I explored every inch of you– flames of desire igniting everywhere I touched.
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.