I stepped closer, barely able to contain my arousal as I beheld the hot hunk’s full-body selfie, every inch of him begging me to dive in and explore. I silently lusted after his body, imagining what it must feel like to have him pressed against me as desire burned through my veins. Oh, the things I wanted to do with him!
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His cheeks flushed like a ripe peach in the sweltering heat of the humid summer night. He thirsted for the boy in the selfie. His toned teenage body was what sinful dreams were made of. Hands tingled with desire. He wanted to hold the photo tight and never let it go.
My tongue danced with his like it knew all the dances, and it licked every bit of him until he was quivering with pleasure, begging for more. His moans grew louder as I explored every inch of him, teasing, pleasing and tantalizing his entire body with my tongue. Nothing was more beautiful than the blissful expression on his face as he surrendered to his pleasure.
He couldn’t help but linger on the photo, savoring its every detail like an exquisite, sinfully sweet dessert. His eyes followed the soft curves of the dude’s body, tracing the rippled contours as waves of excitement coursed through him. His heart raced, his hands clamored for the phone… So ready to unleash the heat of his surging desire.
I eagerly explore muscular selfies with my fingertips, tracing the tracery of hardened muscles beneath my fingertips. I feel my heart racing as I imagine how it would feel to be pressed hard against those hard, chiseled bodies, my mouth exploring unyielding skin, experience the power and incredible fulfillment of homosexual intimacy.
The self-proclaimed selfies guy had taken me on a path of self discovery; a night of dizzying and delirious ecstasies. Skin slid against skin, our two bodies entwined seeped in sweat, and desire. Lost in each other’s embrace, we shared something that touched beyond our physical connection–something spiritual.
He stands naked in front of the mirror, one finger delicately tracing the defined lines of his body, as his skin glows in the light. His eyes fixate on the lens of the phone, like he knows I’m there, looking at him… a sensual, homoerotic moment of anticipation as he takes his own selfie. The perfect representation of his sex appeal – for me to keep and enjoy.
My heart raced as I looked at the selfies of these musclebound men, my eyes devouring their tight biceps, sculpted abs and inviting lips. My skin tingled as if alive, as I let my mind wander and my fantasies play out in vivid technicolor. I was overcome by a wild burst of desire that coursed through my veins, leaving my body aching for something more.
He was the ultimate selfie master. His cell phone album brimmed with an array of taut, toned and succulent bodies ready to be worshipped with his wandering gaze. It was a sensory overload to behold his divine manly form, and the feverish intensity of his touch electrified my skin. He ventured within the boundaries of my soul to caress my body, mind and spirit to invoke an unbridled rapture of pure pleasure.
He brushed his lips over mine as the warmth of his body enveloped me. His piercing blue eyes, a perfect match for his sexiest of selfies, were filled with a carnal craving that sent me spinning. His hands were everywhere and my craving felt like flames deep within me. I wanted him in a way I’d never felt before, and I knew this would be a night of pure erotic bliss.