My mind racing, I raised the camera to my eye and unlocked my desire. I clicked the shutter, and let my fingers gently glide across the bare skin of my exposed chest. I smiled softly as I felt my body come alive, filling with an overwhelming feeling of pleasure as I captured my own beautiful, sexy image in all its glory.
Browsing: selfies
He ran his hands over his smooth chest, letting his fingertips glide over the toned pecs, hard abs, and firm biceps. With every touch, I could feel the seductive heat rising from deep within, coaxing my body to explore further. His sculpted ass called to me, begging to be grabbed and caressed. His piercing eyes and devilish smirk had me transfixed, drawing me deeper and deeper into this homoerotic fantasy.
He’s the selfies guy–that guy who scrolls, stops, stares, smiles–mesmerised by what he finds. His mind races with dehydrated fantasies that only one night can quench. He can barely contain himself as he presses “like” and slides into the depths of desire.
He captures his reflection in his phone, a portrait of raw sensuality. His smoldering gaze, his tangy sweat, his maleness radiates off the stairs. His arousal awakens a hidden hunger, and an exquisite tension builds within my body, driving me to explore these deeply primitive desires.
He grabbed my gaze with a smoldering look. My heart raced as he stepped closer; the heat of his body was all-consuming. His kiss was electric. I felt my body hum with anticipation as his hands explored my body, thrilling my every nerve. I fed freely on his desire, feasting on his erotically charged selfies that awoke my deepest fantasies.
My fingers slowly move up and down my length, lightning jolts of pleasure radiating from every nerve in my body as I turn the page to reveal the next hot selfie. My blood ignites as my eyes consume the erotic feast before me; each movement, each glint of light across a flexing muscle an invitation to pleasure. I groan as my hand moves faster, my lust unbridled.
He practiced his craft by bathing in the wet, hot album of selfies where boys–young, mature, and all points in between–shared themselves with him. His favorite featured the faces in the frame at the perfect angle, his gaze pulled toward them like a magnet until his tongue tangled with words and his fingertips tapped tremblingly against the keys as they wrote themselves into a captivating story about desire and pleasure. He felt his skin vibrate with each forbidden fantasy, savoring each second like it was his last.
He let out a deep groan as his fingers caressed the hot contours of my body, every inch of it awash in desire and lust. His hard, rippling muscles shuddered against me as I took in every sublime detail of his sensual body through his hot selfies. My heart raced as I felt myself melt into the pleasure of his touch.
She stepped closer, her fingers grazing my collarbone. “You like what you see? I do,” she whispered, her hot breath tickling my neck as she leaned in. Our bodies moved in a suggestive dance, our hands exploring each other in all the perfect places. I could feel her heat radiating from every inch as we became lovers in this moment of scorching desire.
He was a veritable mouthful of heaven; hot, hard, and full of lust. With my eyes devouring every inch of his raw muscular body, I felt swamped with desire. His soulful gaze into my own eyes penetrated me, like a diamond tipped arrow plunging into my depths. I leaned in, mouth ready, and tasted the sweet recklessness that was his essence. Our kiss, powerful and urgent, melted us together. I was his, and he was mine – and the selfie ecstasy was ours.