He was barely clothed in the selfie; just a flimsy pair of boxers clinging to his taut, muscled body. As I stared lustfully into his eyes, a surge of desire shot through me. His look was pure, unbridled wantonness and I knew I had to have him. We shared a deep passionate kiss as I slide my hands over his body, exploring every inch of his perfection.
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The sun hit his body at just the right angle, causing my fingers to itch with longing. He posed there naked, his hard muscles and soft curls on full display, pushing me into yet another passionate fantasy about his body and mine pressed together. I ached to touch and kiss every inch of him, to explore every crevice and caress every curve. My desire was palpable, and I wanted to be in his arms now more than ever.
My heart pounded as I saw him lick his lips. His tongue darted out, quick and agile, tracing the arcs of fire I felt within me. His eyes were aflame as our mouths melded together, his tongue darting all around my willing and ever-eager mouth. I moaned with pleasure as I felt his heat, my body trembling from the joy of his unsated love.
The way he moves his body to capture the perfect selfie is an alluring dance. His head tilts and his gaze smolders fiercely. He brings the heat and the lust. The camera loves him and his photos capture his unbridled beauty. As I dryly swallow, I can feel a wave of unspoken desire between us and I yearn to kiss his lips and to feel his body pressed against mine.
His bedroom was a windowless temple of temptation, the walls framed with secret snapshots of hookups. In my dreams, I strip the selfies of these handsome strangers, admiring their options and exploring their desires, letting fantasies bubble to the surface of my own unchecked needs. I embrace the forbidden with every lustful thought, ready to take risks in ways I’d never dare in real life.
I stand in front of the mirror, my nudity a tantalizing reflection of all the delectable desires imperceptibly stirred in me. I slowly snap multiple selfies, exploring my sexy self as my eyes creep hungrily up and down my body. Capturing my need in each lust-filled photo, I am consumed by the heat that comes from the depths of my soul. I seal the pleasure of my unabashedly homoerotic sensuality with every click.
He slowly lifted his shirt, revealing his smooth, toned chest with every agonizingly perfect move. His abdomen seemed to ripple and dance with passion every time I looked. I was mesmerized. I felt my heart racing and my skin buzzing with heat as I contemplated the intimate secrets that lay beneath his clothes.
He pulls his shirt over his head, revealing a toned torso that stands to attention. His eyes, a vibrant blue, luminous as they flicker under my gaze. His hand reaches to his belt, and with an inviting stare and mischievous grin, he unfastens it and draws it from his hips. I have never seen anything so tantalising, so deliciously erotic.
I surveyed him from head to toe with my hungry eyes. He seemed to take pleasure in my gaze, posing in ways that accentuated his bare chest and the hint of hair just above his waistband. His selfies were a tease, playing up my deepest desires, and I felt my body heat up with the promise of what could come next. I dreamt of his body pressed eagerly against mine, exploring each other’s limits until neither one of us could take it another second.
He glanced at his reflection one more time in the mirror, giving himself a suggestive smirk that promised all sorts of naughty possibilities. His sexy selfies had been a hit, just as he knew they would be. Tonight, the desire they inspired in himself and the other men–open, unashamed, real–filled him with an undeniable pleasure. His taps filled with messages and requests for more.