My head spun with endless selfies of sexy boys; the desire to touch, explore and possess their tight, toned bodies fueled my heated imagination. They teased, tempted and promised what felt like an eternity of wild, carnal pleasures – heartbeats quickening as I imagined their soft lips, tongues and hands on every inch of me.
Browsing: selfies
My heart raced as I ran my eyes up and down each muscular guy in the blurry group pic. The sweat on my palms kept my fingertips glued to the screen of my phone, the tacky digits propelling me further into homosexual lust. I wrapped my desires around each tight t-shirt, admiring the defined arms and chests they were stretched across. My mouth watered in anticipation of the thrilling possibilities that lay beneath the fabric.
Devouring his body with my eyes, I let my tongue marvel in the sights of his hot body – muscled chest, taut abdomen, and hard cock – his selfies of desire were almost too much to take in. I needed to taste it, so I let my lips caress and my tongue explore the pleasure of his skin.
He knew that a single photo was worth a thousand words, a thought that aroused his deepest instincts. The mi⏤croseconds of pleasure in every thumbnail shot of selfie perfection sent a wave of arousal through his body. His mouth salivated, his heart beat faster, and he felt a tingle between his legs. He was captivated by the sexual potential, and the wild imaginings of skin on skin adventures that such a tantalizing selfie could bring.
His gaze lingered on the thirst-quenching sight of his digital crush, a man whose selfie gleamed enticingly from the illuminated screen full of beauty and sexuality. His body twitched with craving, wanting to touch every inch of the smooth, tanned body and kiss each curve of the masculine jawline. Time stopped and his mind raced with the desire to indulge.
He was ripped, cut and jagged. His selfie sent an intensely powerful homoerotic electricity that bordered on the divine. His tight athletic body echoed thousands of years of raw, ancient sexuality that enticed me to imagine hours of pleasure. I wanted him and wanted to be wanted by him, and that want galloped unchecked and unbounded through my flesh.
He grabbed my hand and cooed in my ear, “Let’s explore this time, but not with our eyes. Reach out and touch me and feel the length of my big dick. Our adventure in self-discovery is about to begin. Lips and tongues will tour each other’s bodies. Our moans and sighs like music and Heavenly art!”
My fingers tapping the screen with each new selfie I take, I’m mesmerized by the sensual curves of my body, the glint of light off my skin, as I explore my own attractions. Taking erotic selfies allows me to surrender to my passion and embody all of the pleasure I’m feeling, so I can capture the raw intensity of my desires.
My heart raced, my breath quickening, as his sexy selfie loaded on my screen. His alluring eyes, chiseled Adonis body, and full red lips called to me, tempting me with promises of hot, forbidden gay pleasure. I wanted to explore him and his body, feel his touch exploring me. I wanted to be lost in our forbidden dream of wild desire.
He took me back to his place, undressing me quickly and pushing me onto the bed. His eyes were alive with lust, and I felt my arousal mounting with each passionate touch. He kissed me hard, his hands caressing every inch of my body, until I begged him to enter me. He let me have my way, and we explored every inch of each other until I was lost in pleasure.