His gaze lingered on the thirst-quenching sight of his digital crush, a man whose selfie gleamed enticingly from the illuminated screen full of beauty and sexuality. His body twitched with craving, wanting to touch every inch of the smooth, tanned body and kiss each curve of the masculine jawline. Time stopped and his mind raced with the desire to indulge.
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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.
His cheeks flushed like a ripe peach in the sweltering heat of the humid summer night. He thirsted for the boy in the selfie. His toned teenage body was what sinful dreams were made of. Hands tingled with desire. He wanted to hold the photo tight and never let it go.
His heart raced as his eyes scanned the selflies of hot, naked guys. Swiping feverishly, he felt he couldn’t take any more. But he wanted it. He wanted it bad. He felt his loins heat up, as he wondered what each picture meant. He wanted to feel the closeness of their bodies, to experience the energy, passion and love; to immerse himself in an erotic fantasy.
He looked down at me, his eyes filled with desire, a silent demand for me to take him right here, right now. I wanted nothing more than to feel the warmth of his lips, the muscle of his body on mine, his hands exploring my desire. I lay there, thirsting for his touch, until finally he granted my wish.
I was ravenous for the sight of him, the thought of him. My fantasy came to life as his selfies surfaced on my phone. I licked my lips in anticipation, my heart racing as I touched my body, knowing that conquest was near. A pleasurable anticipation bounty for a thirsty soul, a homoerotic delight for a man on fire.
He unlocked his phone, and on the tiny, glowing screen lay a sea of juicy selfies filled with salty beefcake. He licked his lips in anticipation and hungered to dive in – the perfect cocktail of sweat and muscle, all on parade for him to savor. It made his gullet quiver, as he licked his way across each one, until finally, thirst quenched, he slumped in satisfaction.
He was a vision. Beads of sweat dotted his broad chest. His six-pack shifted as he moved, flexing and contracting with each pledge of pleasure. His lips – full and pink – pursed in an inviting way, and his eyes, fixed on me, smoldered with promise. I longed to touch him, to have him do to me what he could only, tantalizingly imagine. Thirsting for more, I drank in the sight of him, savoring every inch of his bronzed body.
She stepped closer, her fingers grazing my collarbone. “You like what you see? I do,” she whispered, her hot breath tickling my neck as she leaned in. Our bodies moved in a suggestive dance, our hands exploring each other in all the perfect places. I could feel her heat radiating from every inch as we became lovers in this moment of scorching desire.
I slide my hands down my body, letting my fingertips graze my tight, toned skin. I close my eyes and feel my heart race faster with every thought of the hot guy I’ve been stalking on Insta. I’m thirsty for more and my hunger only grows as I go deeper into my solo, homoerotic cruise. Will I get a taste of his amazing body tonight?