He was the perfect picture of temptation, a seductive stranger with a captivating gaze. His selfies promised something more than just a shoulder and a smirk; they promised pleasure and obsession beyond anything I’d ever known. His touch sent my body spiraling into delirium and the forbidden depths of my desire. I could hardly resist him in the flesh, and I haven’t tried since.
Browsing: social media
As I sit and scroll through the rolling waves of hot selfies, I can feel an intense heat emanating from my screen. It’s as though each image is alive and electrified, willing my gaze to linger ever longer. A temptation to make contact with someone who can satisfy my craving for something forbidden and thrilling. This is the ultimate in seduction, and I can feel my heart thudding in my chest as I make the daring choice.
“The longing for pleasure stirred deep within me as I gazed at his alluring selfie. His beautiful face, flawless abs, and inviting eyes as they stared back at me. I could feel my body quiver with desire, a hunger that longed to be satiated by the allure of this forbidden pleasure. I was intoxicated by his beauty and wanted nothing more than the sweet caress of his desirous lips on mine.”
He stood before me, desperate yet debonair, exuding a primal magnetism that my heart could not ignore. We embraced, united by yearning and hunger, and I tasted his honeyed lips that I’d only dreamed of before. Our tongues, our bodies, our kisses intertwined, ignited with a sensual fury unlike any other I’d known. The selfies guy was real; our connection, it was true. I’d never felt this alive before, such eros and sensuality.
He was beautiful, and his heat radiated from the screen like an electric pulse. I wanted him so bad that I could almost taste him, and I longed for our fantasy to become real. I wanted to feel his hot, smooth skin against my own, and realize my dreams of our self-sexed desires.
The self-proclaimed selfies guy had taken me on a path of self discovery; a night of dizzying and delirious ecstasies. Skin slid against skin, our two bodies entwined seeped in sweat, and desire. Lost in each other’s embrace, we shared something that touched beyond our physical connection–something spiritual.
His brown eyes honed in on me, inviting me to join him in his world, a place of pure pleasure and swollen cock. I slid my t-shirt off, baring my chest and the bulge of my aroused flesh. His raw seduction unleashed a flood of arousal, flooding every inch of me with a heat only he could control. His electric touch teased me, sending palpable shockwaves of pleasure through my stiff body.
He stared at the selfie, mesmerized by the image of the stranger. His shirtless body held an enticing power as it seemed to ripple in front of the glass. He bit his lip as he ran his eyes over every curve and ripple of chiseled perfection, his desire burning hotter with every second. The pure, homoerotic desire he felt for a man he had never even met seemed to consume him.
Crouched on my bed, I can’t help but admire the gladiator-like figure of this hunk of man that confronts me through his selfie. Hot damn. His rock-hard abs were even more impressive in the flesh, made all the more delicious by his lingering gaze. I can’t take my eyes off him: a real-life Adonis that I know I absolutely have to make mine. I hungrily attack his lips, his skin, and he responds eagerly. His muscular, strong body matches mine move for move. Yes, indeed: a selfie of this jock is definitely worth two in the bedroom.
He remained standing, his eyes burning into the photo of the hard-bodied Adonis who had sent him a selfie. His chest heaved with desire and a frustration that only the promise of satisfaction could assuage. His lips soon parted in anticipation and then a satisfied sigh escaped them as he surrendered himself to the naughty night ahead.