As I slide my fingers across the smooth, glossy surface of the iPhone screen, I’m instantly engulfed by the burning heat of my erotic imagination. His lean, muscular frame and chiseled cheekbones ignite within me a wild, primal instinct and my heart races with anticipation as I swipe to uncover the ultimate pleasure – a hot sex selfie unleashed!
Browsing: selfies
I was thirsty for selfies of sexy guys, double thirsty. My eye flirted with every motivating picture as though it was seeking and wanting an eternal connection; primal, electric, unavoidable. I had to touch what I was seeing, taste it, feel it’s pheromones, scoop it up and envelope in a delectable, orgasmic realization.
He stares longingly at the images, so fleeting and vivid, exciting and tantalising; his heart and body longing to explore and experience each forbidden desire. Intimate secrets are unearthed and ravished as his fingers wander expertly in search of new pleasures. He feels alive, captivated and overcome by desire.
The selfie guy, with his shirtless, tight abs, was so gorgeous that even gazing upon his divine beauty made my heart race and my pulse quicken. His inviting half-smile beckoned me to follow him on a nightly sexual escapade, a quest to explore the intense pleasure of man on man love.
The man in the selfie immediately had me aroused. I licked my lips as I imagined his hands around my shaft as he gazed into my eyes while he pleasured me with his tongue. His expert strokes, the way he sucked and moaned when he tasted my essence. The feeling was unreal and my inner thoughts started to explode with pleasure.
He was a jock, golden-skinned and built like a god. His selfie was filled with machismo, raw and unapologetic, but what made me really drool was the smirk on his face. He knew I wanted a piece of him, and he was happy to oblige. His sculpted body drawing me in, his smirk reflecting my own desire. I knew I wanted to devour him.
I caress his pictures, my heart racing, as I drink in every sensual detail of his tight, toned body. He’s caught in his own little private paradise, wearing nothing more than an inviting smile, his nipples hard as pebbles. My imagination takes flight and I am with him, kissing, embracing and exploring, lost in a sea of our own ecstatic pleasure.
My eyes feasted on his hot selfies, my heart fluttering with anticipation. I was mesmerised by his body, the smooth muscles glistening with sweat, his burning gaze full of delicious promises. I could feel my desire rising up, the need to touch, taste and explore every inch of what I was seeing. I had never wanted someone like this before.
My gaze lasciviously travels down his body, taking in his tight, toned physique, framed in the muscular perfection of his v-shaped torso. His choppy haircut, complete with the perfect amount of strategically unkempt strands, sends my mind reeling with fantasies. I can’t help but imagine what it’d be like to run my fingertips through that mane while my mouth tastes, kisses and explore further.
He ran his fingertips along the smooth curves of his body, his entire being electrified by the mere thought of unseen eyes probing his form. The intoxicating pleasure of his own gaze was almost too much to take, and now, with each passing second, the hunger for such scorching intimacy only intensified. His desire filled the air with an almost palpable fervor until the only comfort he could find was in the arms of his own lustful desire.