He was all I desired. His firey eyes, his sculpted abs, all the way down his thigh, I had to take him no matter cost. His cock, oh so firm, entered without warning. His thrusts left me overwhelmed, ravishing me with pleasure. But then came the deliciousness: his thickness inside me, filling me up. A moment I’ll never forget.
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I slip out of the sheets, stepping closer to the bathroom mirror. My muscles glisten in the soft light, and I take a breath, letting the anticipation fill me as I imagine someone else’s eyes devouring every inch of me. With a few simple poses I make sure every angle is as perfect as it can be, then click the button and I’m no longer just me. It’s me as a work of art.
He couldn’t take his eyes off the selfie. He lifted his hand to brush his fingertips across the screen, feeling the heat emanating from the man’s face. Instantly, his mind began to wander into a realm of fantasy, letting his libido run wild with desire for the man in the image. His body shivered with anticipation as he let himself indulge in the alluring pleasure of the unknown.
He was the kind of man that ended songs; the kind of man that walked out of the club with sex in his stride. His midnight eyes could take everything away, and in this dark alley of desire, there was nothing but man-heat after dark.
He moaned and then gasped as I shifted, his entire body shaking with pleasure as I reached down between us and touched the spot that ignited his greatest pleasure. I relished in his delight and licked and kissed every inch of him, slowly increasing the heat as my body moved in perfect harmony with his own desire.
He looked up at me from beneath heavy lashes, his eyes were like dark pools of pure desire. The selfie he’d sent of his huge, hard cock was an invitation, a promise of pleasure. I could feel my heart pounding in anticipation as he grabbed my hand, and I knew that tonight, anything could happen.
He’s my muse, the one who inspires all my fantasies. I stare into his selfie, eyes tracing his body hungrily and my flesh tingles in anticipation. With each image, my mind wanders into a vivid universe of hedonistic pleasure. His selfies ignite a fiery cascade of desire that electrifies my blood, and I’m overcome with the aching, throbbing longing to make those fantasies real.
The Salty Seaboard was a sight to behold. I peeled off my shirt and with it, my inhibitions. I had never felt so liberated, so welcomed, so Erotic. The sea shimmered in a million colors of passion, as I watched two figures drift away into an embrace of salty bliss. I knew then that I had found something special on the Salty Seaboard, something that would stay with me forever.
My wish was granted and I found myself alone with the object of my desire. His selfies didn’t do him justice; his body was a work of art in every dip and curve. Desperate to taste every inch, I melted against him and eagerly explored his forbidden places.
When I laid eyes on Noah, I knew I’d never forget it. His slick, muscular body shined like a diamond in the seedy barroom light and his tongue, those eyes – so dark, so alluring – were the only things that kept my feet from running out of there. We blazed a trail of forbidden desires that night and revealed longings and hungers that neither of us could have ever imagined.