He stepped out of the shower, droplets of water glistened on his skin like diamonds. His muscles shimmered in the light, I wanted to feel them beneath my fingertips. His gaze connected with mine as he took a selfie, my heart raced with excitement. Within seconds, I was lost in a talcum powder-scented homoerotic exploration – moments of joy that will remain forever in my memory.
Browsing: selfie
I remember the whirl of heat I felt inside when I’d scroll through the shirtless selfies of the men who wanted all eyes on their muscled bodies. Each day, I’d long for the heat of a real encounter, the visceral pleasures of unfiltered touch and taste, the kisses that seemed like requiems for these now still, white-washed photos.
The mere thought of his succulent body entices me like a delectable dessert of creamy, oozing pleasure. His hands, draped in a whipped cream of lust, are calling my name, beckoning me to sink into his sugary sweetness and relish his forbidden fruit. His silken skin drive me wild with desire and I just can’t get enough.
I wander the streets, my eyes zeroing in on the walking art gallery of sleekly muscled flesh, each man a temptation. A belt buckle, the cleavage of a pert butt, the ridge of a strong back – all call out for my touch, for exploration. My quest for the perfect cock, the ultimate climax, has begun.
He closed his eyes and let his mind go wild; exploring the fantasies of what could be, exploring this new sensation of having desire for a stranger – captivated by the ever-present craving for something more. His heart raced as he took in the selfies of this beautiful man, where desire was just a glance and pleasure was just a breath away. He wanted it so bad.
Crouched on my bed, I can’t help but admire the gladiator-like figure of this hunk of man that confronts me through his selfie. Hot damn. His rock-hard abs were even more impressive in the flesh, made all the more delicious by his lingering gaze. I can’t take my eyes off him: a real-life Adonis that I know I absolutely have to make mine. I hungrily attack his lips, his skin, and he responds eagerly. His muscular, strong body matches mine move for move. Yes, indeed: a selfie of this jock is definitely worth two in the bedroom.
He hungrily stares at the selfie, pondering the seductive lines of his body and craving the delicate touch of every inch of him. His hands trembling with desire, he dances with the idea of what could be if they were together. A wild, passionate night explodes in his mind and his loins ache with anticipation.
He remained standing, his eyes burning into the photo of the hard-bodied Adonis who had sent him a selfie. His chest heaved with desire and a frustration that only the promise of satisfaction could assuage. His lips soon parted in anticipation and then a satisfied sigh escaped them as he surrendered himself to the naughty night ahead.
He hungrily eyed the poignant profile photo of his new “friend,” his desires swollen with longing for the stranger. His eyes wondered around the image, down his rugged body and rugged features. He yearned for the curves of his skin and the whisper of his voice in his ear as he lapped up each drop of his sweat, quenching his burning thirst.
He was 6’2, with a chiseled pecs, razor cut abs, and glistening thighs that begged to be touched. As his selfie scanned my screen I felt the rush of arousal and my body quivered with anticipation. It was time to make my move – seduction begins with a sexy guy selfie.