Quenching his thirst for selfies was the first taste of debauchery he’d ever experienced. With each swipe and tap on the screen of his phone, he grew more aroused; imagining the unimaginable delights each muscular torso, tight ass and hungry lips could bring. It was hot, it was wild and it was the closest his heart would ever get to a raging inferno.
Browsing: selfie-culture
Crouching as if ready to pounce, I cracked open the envelope with my prize: a nude selfie of him, his body hot and ready, eager to be explored. I licked my lips with anticipation, aching for even the slightest taste of his silky, auburn skin. As my fingertips gently caressed each inch of his body, I felt the same electricity of a salacious Salinger striptease.
I watched as he posed in the shadows, thrusting those hard-edged hips, with that flirtatious smirk, offering an open invitation that I couldn’t resist. I savoured the heat radiating off his tight body and gorgeous face, perfect for the kind of erotic adventures I’d been craving. As I approached, I heard his breathy whisper, begging me to be his, and my heart raced as pleasure surged through me. His selfies had entranced me, and his lips were thirsty for me.