Sweat trickled down my spine with anticipation as I studied the selfie, my gaze tracing the curves of his lean body. My fingers tightening around the phone, I felt my skin flush and my heart pulsing with desire. The prospect of a night of passionate delights was within reach. I could already feel his lips tasting mine, his skin pressed against me, guiding me to erotic heights.
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I see the selfies guy, and my craving only grows. Behold his hard body, his inviting gaze, and the promise of an intense pleasure that he suggests with every single click of his camera. I don’t know if he will call me, but I already feel his touch alive in my body.
His wrists were trembling as he touched thescreen, his fingertips like ghostly feathers as they brushed, delicate, over the curves and grooves of the selfie before him. In his mind he imagined himself as that man, kneeling between his legs and satisfying his desires. His fingers continued to quiver, stroking, until finally he allowed his momennts of pleasure to come to fruition.