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.
Browsing: selfie
He unlocked his phone, and on the tiny, glowing screen lay a sea of juicy selfies filled with salty beefcake. He licked his lips in anticipation and hungered to dive in – the perfect cocktail of sweat and muscle, all on parade for him to savor. It made his gullet quiver, as he licked his way across each one, until finally, thirst quenched, he slumped in satisfaction.
He felt his eyes tear up and his heart swell as his eyes sought out the perfect big dic selfie. The desire coursed through his veins, the fiery heat of passion throbbing in his fingertips. His heart yearned. His mouth watered. He was spellbound by the sheer size, and the magnitude of possibilities that followed in its wake. He could almost touch the smoothness of it. The bedroom would come alive with the fullness of their night ahead.
My heart raced as I stared at the jock’s selfie. His toned physique, ripped abs, and hard body said it all. I ached to feel his strong arms around me and his lips on mine. But, he was out of reach. All I could do was fantasize about our hot night together, the sheer pleasure of his hard body pressed against mine. In my mind, I was already feeling the ecstasy of our passionate embrace.
My hard cock dripped with anticipation as I touched his selfie. His perfectly sculpted abs and tight ass drove my imagination wild as I slowly stroked myself, beginning my salacious voyage with his smile, picturing what would lay ahead when we’d meet. I fantasized our passionate kiss, teasing our tongues together, exploring every inch as I my hand worked its magic.
The taste of his lips lingered on my tongue like the aftertaste of fireworks at a 4th of July beach party. His deep penetrating kisses exploded, like a fireball of pleasure, every time his tongue brushed against mine. The romance of oral fireworks captured my heart and sent me into a universe of erotically-charged bliss.
I stared hungrily at the selfies of hot guys, needing more to feed my insatiable thirst. Their photos exposed half-naked bodies calling out to me, igniting raging desire with promises of wild night of homoerotic pleasure, sending shivers down my spine. I had to have more. I had to follow every glimmer of temptation and I would.
The selfie was hot, and my thoughts immediately went to dark places. The tiny glimpses of his chest and stomach hinted at the larger body hidden beneath his clothes, filling my mind with vivid fantasies. I imagined his thick cock pulsing in my hands, his moans of pleasure echoing from my bedroom walls as I sucked his lush lips. I could almost feel the heady intensity of his orgasm, my own mounting with it. Jacking off to his selfie became an out-of-body experience.
He had posted the selfie that first drew me in. His lips were so full and inviting, and I felt myself getting sucked into a daydream as I zoomed in to closely witness every inch of his beauty. I imagined how those lips would feel against me, and I could feel a warmth overcoming my entire body as the fantasy unfolded.
The jock’s selfie was pure temptation. My gaze lingered over the sensual curves of his body, hungrily taking in each bulge and each ripple. I felt instant sparks of arousal flush through me like lightning, my heart beating faster and my pulse rising higher with each imagining of our bodies intertwined. I wanted to taste him, feel him, and touch him. I imagined his taste, his powerful embrace, and I wanted it all.