Sweat trickles off my forehead as I sit at my computer, the monitor a bright beacon of blue. I type with one hand, my other entwined in my pants, jerking off eagerly as I watch the object of my desire move on screen. I imagine his body pressed against mine, his lips kissing me passionately and with a sharp intake of breath I release my desire, quaking and quivering in pleasure.
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He couldn’t resist the intoxicating tug of temptation from each selfie shot, of pouting lips and sculpted cheeks, of rippling abs and bulging briefs, of sweat slick skin and swollen desire. His mouth went dry as he thought of licking and tasting each part his eyes had caressed. He imagined the boundless pleasures of exploring the secret curves and hidden intimate delights of the young men in the memes. Time stood still and his body buzzed with pleasure.
He grabbed my face in both his hands and his lips crushed mine, hard. I felt a million volts of electricity sparking through my body. His hands were so strong, so dominating. He pressed his hips against mine and I felt the pop of our cocks, warm and inviting. I would never forget the pleasure of his kiss, of his chest against mine as I gave in to the pleasure and intensity of the moment.
He watched the moonlight dance off his nipples as he touched himself, tongue tracing curves of skin that twisted and quivered as his hand slowly, sensually, brought himself to a shuddering climax. He reveled in the joy of self-love, a liberating feeling that tingled through his body like the electrical shivers of an aphrodisiac. He felt alive.
The handyman smelled of eucalyptus, sweat and earth. His eyes were deeply passionate and his hands felt strong against my skin. I wanted him and I could sense he wanted me too. Every touch, kiss and caress created new sensations that sent electric chills all over my body. Rawdogging him felt like the ultimate fulfillment as we both let go and indulged in pure pleasure.
Sean pressed his body against the cotton sheets as the sensation of XL passion overwhelmed him. His fingers fumbled over the hard planes of his lover’s body, exploring each bump and curve as the heat and intensity of the encounter pushed them both further into a dance of searing pleasure.
As I saw his selfie, my heart raced and my manhood Grew. I could feel my desire for his smooth, toned body and I wanted to take him in my arms and feel his skin on mine. My mind immediately created a homoerotic fantasy of our lovemaking and I could envision him moaning with pleasure as I kissed my way along his body.
He couldn’t resist the allure of the dreamy boys in their tantalizing selfies. Taking in their long lush lashes, pouty lips, and divine curves, his mind was afire with salacious fantasies and unimaginable carnal lust. His voyeuristic craving could never be denied, and his body trembled in arousal as his imagination ran wild.
He was a jock, golden-skinned and built like a god. His selfie was filled with machismo, raw and unapologetic, but what made me really drool was the smirk on his face. He knew I wanted a piece of him, and he was happy to oblige. His sculpted body drawing me in, his smirk reflecting my own desire. I knew I wanted to devour him.
He pressed close against her, every inch of his body making her thrum with desire. That night, she realised size didn’t define pleasure. Instead, it’s a masterful technique and unwavering devotion that truly brings ecstasy. It was a tantalising lesson she would never forget.