I’m captivated by selfies. They offer a tantalising glimpse of the beauty and sensuality of the young gay male, a peek into a secret world of desire, of connecting, of hunger barely contained in a single frame. My own obsession it all starts when I open the app and scroll endlessly, lured by eyes that promise to explore, by lips beckoning for me to taste them.
Browsing: selfie
He gazed long and hard at the screen, lost in mesmerizing reverie, as he watched the selfie dance before him, like a siren’s call to pleasure, stirring a longing that only a lover’s touch could satisfy. His mind raced with fantasies as his aroused body succumbed to the beauty of the young man onscreen. He longed to feel the strength and heat of the body beneath the selfie, the man he had only met through his screen.
He ran his fingers across my skin, tracing the curves of my body before he tasted my lips hungrily. In that moment, I felt like I was no longer myself: I was the selfie, and the man I desired was my artist, bringing to life my hidden sexual fantasies and desires.
Despite the ache in his crotch, he calmly removed his clothing, stealing furtive glances at his own reflection in the full-length mirror. His fingers gingerly delved between his legs, every stroke intensifying his pleasure. His head fell back as the mounting sensations came in waves, engulfing him with liquid heat. His grip tightened, as if merely holding onto himself would make these moments last forever.
He undressed me with his eyes as he ran his fingers along the contours of my body through my shirt. His touch filled me with an erotic intensity that I had never felt before. His gaze was filled with longing as he looked into my eyes and said, “Come to bed with me and let’s explore the depths of our desires.”
He was a hot hunk, with everything in the right place, and it made me feel oh so naughty to be able to drink in his exquisite body like my favorite hottest of drinks. His selfie was my salacious delight, and I could feel my whole body respond to it as I imagined him coming closer, letting me intimately indulge in his electrifying sensuality.
His skin glistened in the sunlight, the muscles heaving and alive as his plentiful sweat caused every inch of him to glisten in a mesmerizingly sensual way. His bulging biceps and strong abs were an erotic feast, a delicious and inviting vision of sexual temptation that I found impossible to ignore.
He gazed into his eyes, transfixed by the desire he saw in them. His curves magnified by the angle of the selfie, his lips begging to be tasted, licked, and explored. His body seemed to be whispering ‘Come closer and touch me’, beckoning him to an erotic rendezvous within the privacy of a single selfie.
He ran his fingers down my chest as he pressed his body against mine. His lips moved insistently against mine as I joyfully surrendered to his magnetic touch. Intoxicated by the heat radiating off his body, I surrendered into sheer joy. His fingertips dancing on my skin paints a picture of desire burning in my soul for him to fulfill. I wanted more. His strength coursing through me leading me to a passionate eruption of pleasure.
“I look into the mirror, first at my own reflection, but only for a moment before my gaze shifts to him. His eyes, hot and heavy with desire, raking over my body. We both crave this moment…the electricity between us so thick you could reach out and touch it. I’m already half-hard and it takes all I have to keep my hands from reaching for him.”