Hot skin, tight muscles, and a hunger that could not be tamed. I spread my need before him in sweeping, passionate declarations. He understood it as only a man could—and pulled me closer and closer. As we explored each other, minds and hands ensnared by a fevered intoxicating grip, I knew there was no escape from this sensual thrill. I looked into his eyes and the world ceased to exist—it was just my fantasy, and him, and us, forever entwined.
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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.
Sitting in the shadowy corner of my bedroom, I perused the steamy selfies of these barely clothed, sexy guys that flooded my screen. My mind raced with possibilities, my heart raced with anticipation at the thought of what my stories could be. I couldn’t help but imagine the possibilities of these guys, and each image aroused me in a deeper, more tantalizing way. I was entranced in a world of my own erotic fantasies, and I wanted to share it.
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.
My hunger for sexual adventure kept me coming back to the selfies, each one like a shiny new thrill waiting for me to explore. I wanted to feel the heat of someone else’s lips, the silent sound of skin sliding against skin, and the electric sensation of unbridled lust. I was determined to take my selfie seductions to the next level, and the heat of desire quickly melted away my inhibitions.
He arched his back and braced himself against the sheets as the full force of pure, visceral ecstasy flooded his body. His eyes closed in rapture, lips open in silent pleasure, and forehead beaded with sweat; a piece of erotic art that surely could have been painted by an angel.
He stood there naked in the glimmering sun, his face aglow with an inviting aura. I wanted to drink it in before it disappeared. He turned, revealing his beautiful physique, the curves of his body beckoning me to join him on an erotic journey. His unabashed selfie promised a night of passionate pleasure, a tantalizingly of blissful intensity.
He walked in like a god; his glistening biceps and abs demanded to be lusted after. His rugged body demanded to be worshipped and his mounds of flesh begged to be fondled. I wanted him now- our intense gaze revealed our mutual desire. I trembled with excitement as I came closer, and prepared to give myself completely to the pleasure of his muscled form.
He kissed my neck. His tongue flickered over my collarbone and my stomach ached with desire. His hands skimmed my skin as I gasped and his lips found mine. In that moment, all I wanted was him. His gaze met mine in the mirror as I felt his heat consume me. And suddenly, I saw myself in all my glory. I’d never felt such intensity – the gay man’s erotic odyssey.
His eyes burned into me as I imagined what it would feel like to have his body pressed up against mine; my fingertips burned as I imagined tracing the contours of his sculpted chest and toned muscles. I felt the warmth of his breath on my skin as I leaned in and licked his delicious lips, my heat and need rising with each erotic motion.