His eyes were like a painting, piercing through the darkness like two stars. His skin was so soft and inviting that I wanted to take him in my arms and never let go. I wanted to explore every inch of his body until he gasped with pleasure. His selfie was everything I wanted: my perfect gay love fantasy.
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He entered me with such intensity that it filled me with hunger and desire, his hard thrusts pushing me almost to my limit now and then. His hips draped with desire, his breath heavy with passion, his hands tightly gripping me as he drove in and out of me, faster and harder, until I was begging him not to stop, calling out his name. I was near to coming and the walls echoed with my cries as I wondered how colorful and brilliant the world was about to become.
I closed my eyes and summoned his image: strong, alluring and shamelessly seductive. His half-naked body – painted by the yellow glow of my bedside lamp – haunted my every thought. I imagined his skin against mine, his lips, his tongue. I sighed, my heart skipping as I imagined what it would feel like to be held in his arms.
My tongue explored every inch of him, as I wanted to spread the pleasure evenly. His moans echoed off the walls as I focused on the soft underside of his jaw. I took in his scent, the musky smell of sex and sweat, my arousal increased as I grazed my teeth lightly over his goatee. His gasps intensified as I finally reached my destination, his gagging point.
He circled around me, hungry eyes flicking over my body, before letting his hands take over, grazing my chest and carving ravines along my stomach. Slowly he explored me, his touch sending lightning through my body, electrifying the air between us. I wanted him with a fire that refused to die.
The rhythm of club night pounded through my veins as I weaved through a sea of tight bodies and gentle lavender-scented skin. I felt the heat of every passionate glance, gentle caress and devouring kiss. I tasted the excitement in the air and felt the promise of blissful physical pleasure and an intoxicating evening.
He sat there, flushed and panting, his tight jeans revealing his huge, rock-hard cock. He stared across the room with smoky eyes, a wild animal who hungered for the thrill of release. His lips were full, begging to be kissed as his body quivered with emotion. Joseph’s careening cock throbbed with promise, calling out for pleasure and lustful satisfaction.
He saunters in, commanding the eyes, driving sparks of desire—scorching his way in with a sexy swagger. His skin-tight jeans, hugged and cupped to his sensuous hips, a heart-stopping reveal of his sheer, raw masculinity. Making it impossible to avert our gaze, seducing us, one forbidden glance at a time.
With every selfie, I was seeking out something more. A deeper connection, an escape from the mundane. Every selfie became a new adventure, each man a deeper pleasure. I was exploring my body and my desires like never before, and nothing could stop me. The feeling of naughty, forbidden desire was intoxicating.
He wrapped his strong hands around me, pulling my body towards him, my skin searing with electricity at his touch. The urgency of our desire was palpable, like an electric current welded us together. His passionate breath heating my neck, my eyes fluttered, my will melting away with each stroke. We consumed each other completely, two lovers entwined in a hot, passionate public display.