He takes in the full view of his reflection, his eyes blazing hypnotically with desire. His fingers slowly trace his toned torso, stirring sensations of intense pleasure as he savors the moment. His lips quiver for the lover that awaits him, the anticipation building to an orgasmic rapture. He is ready for an erotic voyage.
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He was–what else could I say?–a beautiful work of art, all the way down to his smooth, slim waist, down to the soft, inviting contours of his perfect ass, illuminated by the sultry moonlight. My lips trembled with the anticipation of finding out what was hidden beneath his scant, sheer clothing. I wanted more than a photographic glimpse of his body; I wanted the real thing.
The jock selfie was a thing of beauty: smooth flesh that begged to be touched, firm muscles that shivered under my fingertips, and a hardness that ached to be pleased. I moved closer, feeling an animal hunger for the man behind the photo, wanting his body and his heart in every way imaginable.
He walked into my room and everything changed. His eyes, inviting and piercing, made my heart beat faster. His body, tight and fit in jeans and tee, begged for my touch. I wanted to kiss him, feel his skin, explore his body. I melted in his arms and his submission only made it hotter. I can’t forget his nude selfie, his perfect body begging me to take him. I surrendered, consumed by desire for him.
A wave of heat rushed through my veins as I stared at the perfectly formed Big Dick Selfie presented before me. Its long, thick shaft seemed to beckon me to come closer, as I greedily licked my lips in anticipation of its deliciousness. Oh, what a capacity for homoerotic grandeur and pleasure! The thought brought a rush of excitement that could only be contained by further exploration.
He had a dark energy that radiated from his phone, like his sexy selfies were beamed down from another world, and I wanted to explore it. My body hummed with anticipation of what lay beneath the surface. I imagined his perfect body, his delicious kiss, and the pleasure that his touch could bring. I licked my lips in eagerness to journey beyond the revealing images, and into the depths of his homoerotic fantasy.
As I stare at the picture of this alluring and handsome man, the perspiration beads on my neck and my heart rate skyrockets. I can almost feel himself in the picture, his gaze eliciting an invisible embrace that turns me on. His exposed body reveals all the desires I crave; I am aroused, captivated and entranced by his unique beauty.
He gazed at the selfie, his eyes roving hungrily over the man’s slim body, toned muscles, and taut buttocks. He could almost see the heat of his desire, intense and undeniable, burning in his mouth, aching in his loins. He wanted to touch him, to caress him, to be with him, to drown in the fire of ecstasy that could only come from another man. He stepped closer, drawn by a force he couldn’t resist. Soon, passion would become reality, and pleasure, bliss.
He stood in the shadows, looking at his reflection in the mirror. His body lithe and toned, clothed in only a thin undershirt that clung to his skin, he admired his silhouette. Paralyzed in admiration, he longed to touch himself, caress his own body with the same reverence he felt for the figures in the pictures stuck haphazardly on the wall before him. He was ready for the night of homoerotic escapade to come.
The lithe body of my Selfie Guy loomed before me, with his hot curves, taut muscles, and intense dark eyes just waiting to be explored and kissed. I wanted to feel the warmth of his skin, the hardness of his body, and the sweetness of his lips on mine. With a shudder, I knew that I was in for an incredibly sexy erotic adventure.