He couldn’t tear his eyes away. His heart rate sped up as he admired the beautiful nude body on display. Every inch of perfect sculpted flesh begged to be touched, moist lips parted in anticipation. Desires ran wild as he imagined the pleasure of exploring all that skin and flesh for himself. Endless possibilities, endless wonders, all revealed in just one coy look from a hot boy selfie.
Browsing: selfies
Lips dripping with anticipation, I look over my newfound treasure trove: selfie after selfie of sexy, shirtless men begging me to take a bite. Their warm breath ghosting over my neck as I slide my tongue down that muscled chest, tasting the salt of their sweat and the heat of their skin. The sweet taste of selfies driving me wild with desire.
My eyes wander over the tanned, toned perfection of his body like a hot summer day; sweat glistening on the curves of his deltoids, rustling of polyester as he shifts in bed with a languid flip of calf. His hands, holding his phone, tease an invisible pleasure deep within me, and it’s suddenly so much more than just a picture.
His breathing grew shallow as his eyes glided across the images, going from man to man in a trance, his fingers stroking ever faster. Pulsations sent spirals of pleasure through his body as his joystick grown ever harder. He grunted as the crescendo built, until all his senses exploded in a cosmic burst of joy. It was his own personal pleasure dome, and it was as homoerotic as it was heaven.
His heart raced as his eyes scanned the selflies of hot, naked guys. Swiping feverishly, he felt he couldn’t take any more. But he wanted it. He wanted it bad. He felt his loins heat up, as he wondered what each picture meant. He wanted to feel the closeness of their bodies, to experience the energy, passion and love; to immerse himself in an erotic fantasy.
My heart raced as I looked at the selfies of these hot guys. I could almost feel the warmth of their skin against mine as I let my mind wander to fantasies of forbidden desires and intimate encounters. I envisioned them exploring every inch of my body, wrapped up in a passionate embrace, and letting my body do the talking.
Lip curled, hips clenched, I slide further into his Massage Chair. His phone hums as I suck in the erotic selfies. Heat courses through my body as I breathe in and out – eyes closed nostalgically, he is everythin I crave.
My desires were unleashed with every muscle selfie I encountered. I wanted to feel his perfect body against mine. Each curve and ripple of his muscles fueled my fantasy and I let my erotic imagination go wild.
I admire the way he moves – every twitch, every gesture, sculpting each flavor of wanton desire into the air, a sculpture of lusty beauty. I can almost feel the heat waves that emanate off of his body as he takes his selfies. Every angle, every snap – it’s a feast for my eyes. He is a God in that moment and I can’t help but be intoxicated by it.
He caressed his own body as he gazed into the eyes of the selfie, imagining the touch of his lips on the cheek, the arms around his neck, and a burning kiss. His body responded as he moved his hands around his body, arousing himself with thoughts of the man in the selfie. It was a beautiful and erotic moment of self-love and desire.