Our lips met in a rush of sensuality that sent a wave of pleasure down my back as I grasped the boy tightly to me, as if I could contain the beautiful energy that surged between us. Captivated by his features, I used his own selfie as a tool to ignite the flames of passion, our tongues entwined as the heat rose.
Browsing: selfie
The man seemed to pose just for me. His mouth hung open in a seductive pant, his eyes daring me to come closer. I was entranced by the heat radiating off his body as if it were calling my name. I felt my heart pounding in anticipation as I stepped in, ready to experience the homoerotic ecstasy I knew was in store.
His tight abs begged to be touched. The selfie made his bulky body cry out. His board shorts rode low on his hips. Sensual. Provocative. Alluringly inviting. It consumed me with a passionate fire and I wanted nothing more than to feel every inch of his taut muscles pressed against me.
I felt a raw, frantic heat as my deep gaze tangled with the gaze of the man in the selfie. His luscious lips formed a seductive smile that made the sudden rush of moisture between my legs completely unavoidable. I wanted to know more – to taste his divine nectar and surrender,skin to skin. In that moment, I knew that I would soon be singing the sweetest arias of pleasure.
I find myself hypnotized by selfies of gay men- their toned bodies, musky scent, and eyes that mesmerize. As I admire their images, a fantasy forms in my mind. His skin against mine, his mouth exploring, our bodies entwined in pleasure. In my imagination, I can feel him and I remind myself that this could be more than a dream; these fantasies could be made real.
I’m seduced by the sheer beastly beauty of his wild, wanton image screaming out silently from the glossy screen; lost in the heat of the fire that burns in my loins. I’m consumed by a raging inferno of carnal desire, begging for me to surrender to the tantalizing allure of his raw power and blissful abandon.
My heart pounds, my skin glowing, my eyes feast as I take in the image before me. A wild, dark man, his sculpted body raw with perfection, his bewitching gaze willing my exploration. I’m entranced, left breathless and aching as I allow his picture to take me away. I can almost feel his heat, smell his scent, taste his want, as I surrender deep into the intoxicating night of desire.
My hands moved to the steel of my zipper, finding home beneath its taut, cool texture. I unzipped it, and felt the pulse of life from below, vibrating to the heat of each selfie I pored through. My breathing quickened, each muscle tightening with anticipation as I felt the exquisite pressure in my loins intense, like a burning ember that begged to be stoked. I jerked, surrendering to the searing heat of each divine swell of flesh. All was a blur of beauty, as I moved in time to the beat of Selfie Heat.
He extended his arm, offering me his phone. I hesitated as I took it, a silent question popping in my head. I scrolled, swallowing hard as I saw his selfies. His body was complemented with a smoldering gaze that invited my own. Like melting ice, I felt my resolve dissolve and it was his turn to smirk. His captivating eyes said it all and I needed nothing more. My legs trembled as I leaned in for what I knew would be unforgettable.
His tongue was like a skilled musician, playing my insides like a piano. I felt the vibrations in my chest as if his lips were calling out for me. His hands were my anchor as I sunk further and further into the depths of pleasure from his gifted oral. I closed my eyes, surrendering myself and my body to him for the remainder of eternity.