He awoke from his dream with the soft touch of a new lover still lingering on his lips. His eyes filled with wanton anticipation as he grabbed his phone and scrolled through silky selfies of hard muscle, glistening skin and, most excitingly, incredibly big dicks. The voyeur in him relished his lurid indulgence, his heart racing as he let his imagination take over and become lost in every carnal delight.
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I can’t help but feel ravenously aroused as I gaze at his selfie – so close, and yet so far away. His well-defined chest and smooth abs might as well be mine as I move my fingers across his body; aching, wanting, needing to feel his sensual, masculine energy caressing me, entering me.
I gave myself over to the thrill of his body, hypnotized by the sight of his perfect, toned abs and arms, as I imagined caressing them with my tongue. His enticing smirk screamed out a profound invitation for maddening pleasure and the unfulfilled menace of my deepest desires.
He ran a finger across the bald head of his hard-on as he gazed at the selfies. He lusted after the cut bodies, the bubble-butt of one, the toned chest of another, the shy smirk of yet another. Freud knew what he was talking about as he trembled with pleasure and erotic anticipation.
The guy in the selfie exudes raw sensuality, provoking a thousand suppressed fantasies. One can’t help but be overcome by the lustful urge to reach out and caress his taut body, probing his hot, furry manhood. I feel the wet heat grow inside me, and I want nothing more than to surrender and explore the rapturous mystery of his pleasure.
He stared at the selfie on his phone, exploring the contours of the man’s skin with his eyes. The teasing of the photo was intoxicating, as it showcased the smooth lines and curves of the man’s body and its inviting allure. As his mind wandered, so did his hands and soon his lusty imaginings were brought to fruition. He felt the electricity, a sizzling explosion of desire that burst like a firework in the night sky. It was an unforgettable erotic masterpiece, and the selfie had been the perfect tease.
He stared at his reflection in the mirror, mesmerized by the waves of desire ebbing and flowing behind his eyes. His hands traced down his torso, exploring each contour and every arch. His mouth agape, he gasped in pleasure as his muscles quivered with anticipation.
I gaze into the mirror and my reflection stares back, hungry and furtive, like a thief in the night, shamelessly captivated by the delicious sight before me. I unleashed a raunchy smile, my heart pounding, my hands trembling with anticipation. My mouth all awhirl with carnal lust, I wanted to touch and feel, to explore the pleasure that was surely mine for the taking.
He stepped into the boy’s bathroom, and it was as if he had left reality behind and stepped into a secret, naughty world. The smell of cologne and the sight of shirtless twinks had the male transfixed and aroused. His heart raced as he tiptoed closer to the bathroom stalls, creaking with anticipation, hoping to catch a glimpse. He was determined to experience the greatest erotic voyeurism of his life.
He was–what else could I say?–a beautiful work of art, all the way down to his smooth, slim waist, down to the soft, inviting contours of his perfect ass, illuminated by the sultry moonlight. My lips trembled with the anticipation of finding out what was hidden beneath his scant, sheer clothing. I wanted more than a photographic glimpse of his body; I wanted the real thing.