He sent me a selfie, a glossy photo of a broad-shouldered, suavely handsome man, eyes dark and inviting. Our already hot connection only grew more intense as I imagined what it would be like to sink into his delicious embrace, exploring the most delicious scenes of our carnal fantasies.
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He pressed into her eagerly, his immense size filling her up completely, sending shivers of pleasure through her body. His movements were careful and controlled, conscious of the sweetly intimate connection between them as the bigger became better.
I skimmed the mini-museum of anonymous cock pics on my computer screen, the orgiastic display filling me with a tingly thrill I could not deny. In a fit of unparalleled longing, my hand found eager release in the wild trial of stroking my aching manhood. There I lay in bed, lost in an immense swirl of carnal pleasure. The tide of pleasure kept cresting higher and higher, my cock yearning, begging to be heard, singing out loud a wild symphony of exhilaration.
My fingertips caress the sweat-slicked muscles of his back as I maneuver us both toward climax. His soul is bared with every drop of perspiration, and I can feel the ecstasy emanating from tender embrace. Ah, what a kinky journey we take together.
He stood before the mirror, admiring what he saw. Every line, every curve accentuated by the candlelight from the bedside tables. His lips drawn into a sensuous smile, the heat of his gaze following his body in the reflection. His hand trailing down the mix of hard muscles and smooth skin that felt so good against his fingertips. He caught himself wanting, needing and desiring the person before him in the mirror. Intoxicated by his own desire in that moment.
His touch was like fire, blazing through my skin and sending sparks of pleasure into my very core. His breathing quickened as he explored my body, and I felt my heart thunder in response to his touch. Our bodies joining in a dance of passion, with each lick and caress sending me deeper into unheard of ecstasy.
The bathroom mirror was fogged with my steamy breath as I pulled my tank top off and let my eyes wander over my body. Raising my camera, I let the flash ignite the moment as I embraced my homoerotic desire and captured what was before me. I smiled and basked in the moment, letting my thoughts of desire enmesh me as I took yet another selfie.
My eyes graze over him for a slow count to ten: tousled brown hair, broad shoulders, chiseled chest narrowing to a slim waistline. And oh, those abs–tempting me with promises of paradise. Every dip and ripple in his body sends currents of pure pleasure reverberating through me, hungering to be touched, tasted, and explored. I reach out a hand, mirroring my reflection in the pale shards of glass, eager to find out what untold pleasures we can discover together.
Standing naked in front of the bathroom mirror, I admire my body. I flex my muscles, feeling the raw power of my tight pecs and strong thighs. I snap the perfect nude selfie, the camera capturing my toned back and tight ass perfectly. I’m ready to take the plunge into the world of gay male dating, and I’m hoping my hot photo enchants someone special. I’m ready to bare my soul and my body to the right man.
His selfie pouts out crave. He meets my eyes, lips glossed weeping a sweet wetness that undone me. His tousled hair falls around his face like ivy on a white-washed wall. Every muscle, every vein, every inch of that face stalked my soul, and my mouth watered for a taste. I had to have him.