We moved between us, our hungry mouths consuming each other. Our deep sighs rising in blissful unison as our charged desire lit the night on fire. Six loads of bliss and pleasure were shared in that night of intense thrills and wet lips.
Browsing: thirst
“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 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.
Quenching his thirst for selfies was the first taste of debauchery he’d ever experienced. With each swipe and tap on the screen of his phone, he grew more aroused; imagining the unimaginable delights each muscular torso, tight ass and hungry lips could bring. It was hot, it was wild and it was the closest his heart would ever get to a raging inferno.
I was thirsty for selfies of sexy guys, double thirsty. My eye flirted with every motivating picture as though it was seeking and wanting an eternal connection; primal, electric, unavoidable. I had to touch what I was seeing, taste it, feel it’s pheromones, scoop it up and envelope in a delectable, orgasmic realization.
The urge to express my need and to explore my desires overwhelmed me. As I scrolled through a montage of selfies, my breath grew short and my body ached with anticipation. In the spasms of desire, I sensually devoured the beauty, inviting myself to get lost in each image. As I felt myself slide into a state of blissful arousal, those hot selfies aroused in me a hunger for more!
Carter gasped for air as he greedily gulped down the last drop of hot cum, a flood of sensations washing over his body like an electric storm. It was overwhelming and reviving, leaving him feeling alive and relieved, like all his wildest fantasies were answered with just one deep, passionate kiss.
I stared hungrily at the selfies of hot guys, needing more to feed my insatiable thirst. Their photos exposed half-naked bodies calling out to me, igniting raging desire with promises of wild night of homoerotic pleasure, sending shivers down my spine. I had to have more. I had to follow every glimmer of temptation and I would.
His mouth watered, a pool of saliva forming in the corner of his lips as he scrolled through the countless selfies. A few caught his eye and imagination, triggering scenes of passionate longing, unimaginable pleasure and raw, soul-shattering sex. He could almost feel the heat of their bodies and taste the sweet nectar of their mouths – thirsting for just one more Selfie Sexperience.
He watched the sun slowly set between the silhouetted trees and rooftops, and with it came a thirst: a hunger for something more than warmth or shade. In the light of night, he saw himself reflected. The selfies of endless shirtless, broad-shoulders muscled young men flashed in his consciousness like lightning, drawing him in and feeding his desire for the unknown. For the untold story of sex, secrets and impromptu hookups. Fueling his fantasies…