I thirsted for one man’s selfie, hoping he’d send me just one glance of his salacious smile, his magnetic eyes and his perfect body, so I could quench my thirst with a much needed sip of erotic arousal. I craved to devour him whole, to fill my soul with his hot arousal.
Browsing: selfies
He was my own personal pretend boyfriend, and I’d write about our night together and commit it to the page. We both shared stories of the passionate encounters we had had and laughed at the silly details that felt so real in the moment; though we hadn’t yet touched, it felt like we already did, thanks to the selfies that I had of him plastered throughout my bedroom.
My thumb lightly grazed the surface of the glowing screen as I flicked through the flight of selfies of hot guys. Each ripple and muscular curve of their body made my heart race. Desire quickening with each step, I can’t help but let my mind wander as I free myself to pleasure. I’m amazed as my hand creeps to the waistline of my jeans, sending sparks of anticipation through me.
My eyes lingered like a hungry lover’s gaze upon every contour of his curves, every ripple of his skin, every curve of his mouth. His nipples pebbled against my fingertips and we both gasped at the sudden jolt of pleasure that shot through us. As his shirt hit the floor, I was mesmerized by the delicious perfection before me, and ready to partake of each tantalizing morsel.
He undressed slowly, anticipating the moment when his naked body would be revealed to me. His eyes connected with mine – no hiding, no fear; only pure pleasure. As the fabric fell to the floor, his chiseled body was there in all its glory, just waiting to be explored. His sensuality filled the room, commanding my full attention and taking my breath away in anticipation of what was to come.
His brown eyes honed in on me, inviting me to join him in his world, a place of pure pleasure and swollen cock. I slid my t-shirt off, baring my chest and the bulge of my aroused flesh. His raw seduction unleashed a flood of arousal, flooding every inch of me with a heat only he could control. His electric touch teased me, sending palpable shockwaves of pleasure through my stiff body.
He ran his finger over the image in the mirror, tracing the length of the smooth, curved shaft that glinted in the light. His mouth watered, not just at the sight of that big, beautiful cock before him, but at the thought of tasting every inch. All his dreams of ecstasy were unfolding before his eyes. He wanted nothing more than to take it in his hand and lay claim to its sweet pleasure.
He began to lick slow circles around my nipples, randomly flicking little shocks of pleasure through me. His tongue ventured lower, exploring every inch of my body with unexpected and thrilling intensity. And with a warm smile, he inched ever closer to my aching need and opened his lips to my pleasure— offering me a night of oral excess I never would forget.
“He was an enigma, that perfect boy with the even perfecter smile, asking my spirit to embrace him. I opened Instagram and there he was, an invitation to bliss—his dreamy selfies a calling card to my wild dreams, beckoning me to surrender to a night of intense pleasure.”
He watched, enraptured, as his perfect body captured in that selfie moved and shifted with the shifting light, his ripe curves twitching and tauntingly arousing, a siren call to his lust-addled heart as the shape of desire and orgasm burned like a fever through his veins.