Twilight creeps in and I lay alone in bed, fingers idly caressing my body, smartphone in hand. My eyes glide over the selfies of handsome strangers, my mind wandering into my own homoerotic fantasy – a sinfully sweet dreamscape of lust and desire. I let the muscular curves of their torsos, tight abs and curved hips tempt me, as I lay in wait for my own pleasure to consume me.
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He watched his target, mesmerized, imagining what it would be like to feel those lips against his, their tongues intertwined in an erotic kiss. His gaze fixated on the tightness of his target’s jeans, his muscles hidden beneath the fabric beckoning him. He longed for a night together, and as he licked his lips, he thought he could taste the sweet nectar of his desire.
I shut my eyes and ”snap” my mind travels to a secret place of passion. The pixels of his face, captured in the depths of my subconscious, are so intense and vibrant. Suddenly, my hands are exploring the contours of his intimacy, and our bodies intertwine into the sweetest of pleasures…