He takes the selfie and it’s like shooting a bullet straight through my heart. His body, all smooth hard muscle and defined abs, gleams in the light. I can hear his voice in my mind, telling me to come closer, to succumb to his desire. I am helpless before his beauty and he knows it.
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Laying back in my bed, alone with the enticing pictures of hot guys on my phone, I’d let my desire for them build until I couldn’t contain my explosive longing for them any longer. I shivered as I imagined them pulling me into passionate embrace, their skin fevered and burning as their lips raced across mine, exploring and tasting my every inch.
I gazed deeply into his eyes, as if some spellbinding force had bound us together. His lips parted ever so slightly; a muffled plea for mercy – or so I thought. An overwhelming current of desire surged through my veins, sending shivers of electrifying bliss throughout my body. His irresistible plea was impossible to resist as I stepped closer, slipping into his world of provocative enticement.
His gaze fixated on the selfie of the handsome young man, and the images that it evoked sent a thrilling shudder down his spine. His fantasies ran rampant as the man’s muscled body awakened a raging desire in him, and his heart raced in anticipation as his mind imagined all the possible homoerotic pleasures they could share.
My eyes followed the path of every smoldering muscle subtly undulating along his toned, sun-kissed skin. His gaze met mine through the glossy screen and it felt like a siren’s song. I felt something stir inside me like the winds of a storm rising on the horizon. I wanted to touch every inch of him and feel his body trembling in my grasp. To share in the sweet agony of exquisite physical pleasure as we surrender to each other.
I can feel the heat between us as his wet lips lick my chest and slide their way down my body. I run my hands through his hair, reveling in the feeling of his touch and the soft grazing of his teeth as he teases me with desire. His eyes in the mirror are smoldering, conveying everything that I’m feeling but can’t say.
He gazed at himself in the Lara. Tears of passion blurring his vision, desire skyrocketting. His shirt now unbuttoned, exposing his bare chest, his long fingers intricately tracing his nipples. His deftness coaxing out his pleasure – a deep aching, quivering building in the pit of his stomach. He felt himself on edge, ready to succumb to ecstasy.
My skin grew tight and my heart raced as I looked at the self taken selfie of my latest target, his carefully sculpted body and tempting eyes. Gulping, I felt an insatiable hunger, an urge that urges me to reach out and touch, and a wave of pleasure that hits me as I fantasise about what he could make me feel. Selfie-fueled masturbation definitely has undeniable joy.
His breath quickened as he looked at the selfie, letting his eyes wander across the toned body and offer admiration for the athlete beneath him. He leaned in, exploring the surface of the jock’s skin, touched by its warmth and scent, and his body followed suit, flushing with desire. The allure was overpowering, and he felt the craving – for more.
He was laying languidly, legs splayed, pelvic thrust invitingly, chest flush, a languid hand scrunching his shaft. His cock was an invitation to a tease, and I was on fire! I wanted nothing more than to grab it, feel it pulsing in my hand, roughly, yet passionately, feeling its velvet heat against my palm. I wanted to sink into bliss, with his cock driving me to the edge.