He was a seductive specimen of male perfection, all muscle, smooth skin and piercing eyes. His selfies beckoned me, electrifying my body and inciting a passionate heat that threatened to consume me. I wanted him like nothing else, and we were soon in each other’s arms, our desire manifesting into something primal and beautiful.
Browsing: selfie
He felt the familiar heat rising up, licking flames of arousal in his belly as he scrolled through the thumbnail previews of selfies from the hottest guys. He could barely contain his wanting as he stopped on one image in particular. His heart was hammering, as his fingers slid across the screen. His body ached with anticipation. The hours that followed were spent in titillating exploration, caressing his most intimate desires.
He stood naked before the mirror, phone in hand, gaze roaming his body, lips parted in anticipation. His hand slid down, caressing the hard ridges of his abdomen before finally settle in the cleft between his legs, providing the perfect accompaniment to the smoldering look that he had captured with his selfie. A simple gesture, with an image that spoke louder than words. It was a tantalizing reminder of just what pleasures lay in wait.
My mind raced with thoughts of his physique as his muscles flexed in the hot summer sun. His shirtless selfie sent a flutter through me and I ran my hands over my body in wanton anticipation. Every inch of his toned perfection illuminated my deepest desires that I longed to explore. I was ready for a rhapsody of erotic pleasure.
His selfie pouts out crave. He meets my eyes, lips glossed weeping a sweet wetness that undone me. His tousled hair falls around his face like ivy on a white-washed wall. Every muscle, every vein, every inch of that face stalked my soul, and my mouth watered for a taste. I had to have him.
He stood before me, desperate yet debonair, exuding a primal magnetism that my heart could not ignore. We embraced, united by yearning and hunger, and I tasted his honeyed lips that I’d only dreamed of before. Our tongues, our bodies, our kisses intertwined, ignited with a sensual fury unlike any other I’d known. The selfies guy was real; our connection, it was true. I’d never felt this alive before, such eros and sensuality.
My gaze lingered, my heart pounded and my desire surged as I admired the hunk’s selfie. His shirtless chest heaved with each breath, so deliciously exposed, my hard-on pushing against my jeans in anticipation. His body called to me, begging me to slide in and explore further, and as I dove into his gaze I knew I wanted nothing more.
My body tingles as I savor the selfie just taken in my bedroom. The lust in my soul is undeniable, watching my toned torso and tight abs in the mirror. I hunger for more and I’m aroused by the thought of knowing someone else could be admiring me just like I’m worshipping me right now.
I tasted the sweet, salty metallic nectar of his manhood, my eager tongue probing for something I’d never felt before. His groans and gasps sent an electric shockwave through me, and I couldn’t help but close my eyes in sublime surrender.
He stares at his reflection, floods of desire racing through his veins, his skin flushed with anticipation. Unable to suppress his desires, he scrolls through hot boy selfies, lustful and awe-struck, eyes roaming each and every inch of them. He feels a deep connection, stirred by beauty and raw sexual energy. The desire to touch and be touched, to explore, to experience every moment to the fullest, is nearly too much to bear.