His shirt was off now, revealing the taut chest, sharp abs, and broad shoulders of a man accustomed to seeing and being seen–a man used to turning heads and commanding attention. I wanted so badly to be the one to unlock his passionate, erotic soul.
Browsing: selfies
I gave myself over to the thrill of his body, hypnotized by the sight of his perfect, toned abs and arms, as I imagined caressing them with my tongue. His enticing smirk screamed out a profound invitation for maddening pleasure and the unfulfilled menace of my deepest desires.
The art of the selfie is one of the most exciting weapons in any gay man’s seduction arsenal. When I see a hot guy’s selfie, I can almost taste the pleasure of his body before I’ve even touched it. I can feel the sweat glisten his skin as he turns and leans in to capture the perfect angle. I imagine our first kiss as he stares back, daringly, through his phone. I’m ready.
He feasted his eyes on the intoxicating photos of big, thick, and luscious dick selfies, fully aroused by the sheer glory of the long, inviting curves and the beauty of the smooth, slender shaft. His imagination raced as his mind filled with wild, passionate fantasies about what it would feel like to have that pulsating muscle of pleasure between his hands, or to slide his eager tongue up and down until he erupted in ecstasy.
The night air was like electric silk against my skin as I strolled through the city, my gaze drawn to hot selfie after hot selfie; each set of muscular shoulders, bulging biceps, and deep eyes like an irresistible spell that had to be followed. Soon, those seductive images led me to an experience that was pure pleasure, yielding to the temptations of the night and surrendering to the salty taste of pleasure that came with it.
I felt my heart race as I scrolled through the selfies of this hot guy: his half-closed eyes, broad sculpted shoulders, and bulging muscles begging me to touch them. I paused, imagining his lips on mine, his body against mine. Longing flooded through me, turning my body to liquid fire.
I laid on my bed, flipping through the photos my dreams were made of; boyish, beautiful faces, barely peeking through cascading curls. As I reached the final page, my heart raced in anticipation of the suggestion that this gorgeous creature had in store for me. With a quick brush of a fingertip, I was lost in the depths of his burning gaze, swept away to a world of sinfully sweet homoerotic fantasies.
He gave me a tease, sending me provocative selfies from his bedroom. I wanted to feel him so badly, to ignore the voice in my head warning me against this. I was surely lost in his seductive game, eager to touch those lips and feel his hard, toned body pressed against mine. I couldn’t ignore the fire that burned deep within me as he stole my soul and shattered my world with those steamy pics.
He glanced up at me from beneath his lashes, his electric blue eyes sending waves of desire through me. His selfie had promised he was gorgeous, and he’d surpassed that and then some. His tight white T-shirt outlined his toned body, and I wanted to feel it next to mine. I couldn’t fight it. I had to have him.
He watched with rapture as the dripping wet man leaned forward and ran his hands slowly over his body. He reveled in the ecstatic sensation of every touch radiating pleasure that seemed to linger forever. He was in bliss, a bliss he shared through his selfies for everyone to see.