He was the epitome of hot – a muscled chest and arms, his tight t-shirt straining against his biceps, and those eyes – eyes that said he knew exactly what I wanted. I could barely contain my desire as I stared at his selfies, and as I touched myself I could feel my body trembling in anticipation. If only I could experience him in person.
Browsing: selfies
He sauntered up the stairs to his bedroom, his hungry eyes devouring every inch of the muscular stud in the photo. His hands yearned to feel the soft heat of those sinfully sweet lips. He ached for their bodies to be intertwined and he could almost imagine how the texture of his tight skin felt against his own. In that moment, he knew he was hooked.
Every time I see my guy’s selfie, I just want to jump on him, rip off his clothes, and devour him. My mouth waters and I can feel his full lips sucking me like a sweet, ripe stevia. His gaze, dark and intense, penetrates my soul. My desire for him burst out of me as I reach out for his juicy lips and the orgasmic sensation of our tongues intertwining.
The way he moves his body to capture the perfect selfie is an alluring dance. His head tilts and his gaze smolders fiercely. He brings the heat and the lust. The camera loves him and his photos capture his unbridled beauty. As I dryly swallow, I can feel a wave of unspoken desire between us and I yearn to kiss his lips and to feel his body pressed against mine.
He scrolled through the selfies of hot guys, his mind foggy with lust and desire as each image revealed a slice of beauty that left him breathless. His pulse raced and his skin was a flame – he wanted nothing more than to be with these boys, exploring their lithe, young bodies, exploring all the ways he could show them just how desirable they are.
He stares at his reflection, floods of desire racing through his veins, his skin flushed with anticipation. Unable to suppress his desires, he scrolls through hot boy selfies, lustful and awe-struck, eyes roaming each and every inch of them. He feels a deep connection, stirred by beauty and raw sexual energy. The desire to touch and be touched, to explore, to experience every moment to the fullest, is nearly too much to bear.
The taut muscles and hard contours of his body, illuminated by the lunar light of his laptop camera, beguiling me to explore further, offering a tantalizing invitation. I slip in next to him, adrenaline flowing through me, ready to experience my unspoken fantasies. He leans in to kiss me, and my adventure truly begins.
I stood in front of my mirror, the day slowly turning into night. My eyes caught fire from gazing at the reflection of my body. In my innermost being, a sexual force erupted – a carnal wave of pleasure washing over me. As I gazed, I imagined the hot bodies of the men I wanted to touch, to taste, and to experience in every way. I smiled to myself, and I knew that I was just getting started.
My eyes roved hungrily over his toned body, his chest rising and falling with every labored breath. His hand slowly crept ever lower, and I could feel that softening of desire heat flooding every inch of my being. I waited in anticipation, barely breathing, until I felt his warm, quivering fingertips trail ever so lightly over my skin. I was naked in his gaze, and he was mine for the taking.
He pulled me close, as if savoring every breath of the moment I waited for. He cupped my chin, and with a low growl he leaned in to touch my lips with his. He tasted sweet, of love and of lust. I sucked eagerly, seduced by the scent of his body and the heat radiating from his body. His hungry kiss revealed his desire and spoke of a future that was both ours. All mine.