The urge to express my need and to explore my desires overwhelmed me. As I scrolled through a montage of selfies, my breath grew short and my body ached with anticipation. In the spasms of desire, I sensually devoured the beauty, inviting myself to get lost in each image. As I felt myself slide into a state of blissful arousal, those hot selfies aroused in me a hunger for more!
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He ran his hands along the smooth surface of the selfie, his gaze focused squarely on the hot hunk’s bulging muscles, irresistible gaze, and tantalizingly tanned skin. His thoughts ran wild, his eager imaginings of this handsome specimen inspiring desires that he’d never thought possible. He could almost feel the warmth that he knew the young man must exude, and his loins began aching with lust. He wanted to meet him, to feel that radiant heat wash over him. To bond their skin together and explore every inch of those sultry curves.
He was a god of a man, his cock on full display in his selfie. I could only imagine the feel of it, the taste of it, the exquisite pleasure it would bring. The invitation was clear – take a chance. I followed a deep instinct, quivering with anticipation. I wanted just one swallow of bliss, one drenching wave of pleasure. I had to have him.
I gaze at him, my lust blazing in my eyes as I take in the sight of his smoldering selfie. Taut muscles, a smooth chest, and a tantalizing bulge in his shorts. I can almost feel his heat radiating across the room as I slip away into a fantasyland of homoerotic arousal. My mind fills with unspeakable desires as I surrender to the sizzling sensation of self-pleasure.
I was ravenous for the sight of him, the thought of him. My fantasy came to life as his selfies surfaced on my phone. I licked my lips in anticipation, my heart racing as I touched my body, knowing that conquest was near. A pleasurable anticipation bounty for a thirsty soul, a homoerotic delight for a man on fire.
I suck my lover in so deeply that I feel as if I could drown in his salty, sugary flavor. His eyes meet mine, his full lips quivering as each pull I make from his manhood sends shocks of pleasure coursing through his body. I revel in the power I have to arouse him, and feel myself flushing with arousal at the thought that this is just the beginning.
His hot selfie made him look like he’d just paused for a moment after a wild encounter of pure animal lust. I wanted to be that lover who got to drive him wild. His muscled body and sly smile gave me an invitation to fantasize a hot, delicious, and intensely arousing night.
He was a tall glass of water that quenched my thirst. His tight body an invitation to get lost in his embrace, in a haze of passion. His sweltering selfies fuelled my fantasies, seducing me to take the dive and explore his irresistible form.
He ran a rough thumb over the glossy photo, pressing the contours of the hot, tattooed man’s taut abs and thick chest, imagining the feel of the smooth skin beneath his fingers and the heat of the man’s body against his own. His heart raced, and as he took in every detail of the selfie, he became more aroused, his excitement rising along with his desire.
My eyes followed the path of every smoldering muscle subtly undulating along his toned, sun-kissed skin. His gaze met mine through the glossy screen and it felt like a siren’s song. I felt something stir inside me like the winds of a storm rising on the horizon. I wanted to touch every inch of him and feel his body trembling in my grasp. To share in the sweet agony of exquisite physical pleasure as we surrender to each other.