Driving away after the encounter, I knew I could never erase from my mind the image of his perfect shape and form. His cock selfie was my ultimate aphrodisiac; a glimpse of something that should never have been seen – a voyeuristic delight.
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He was an Adonis, his body perfect and tempting in the selfie, begging me to join him in the carnal sin. I lusted over him, desiring his virile beauty and salacious thoughts consumed me. I wanted to feel his body pressed up against me; the aroused heat of our skin mixing and entwined in a passionate embrace.
Crouching on the bed, I trace my finger across the sinuous body of the man in the photo. His gaze is piercing, his skin inviting. I want him in my bed, his warmth against my skin, tangled sheets, and sweat-slick limbs. His lips, tasting of desire, pressed hungrily against mine. A glimpse of the deepest, most passionate parts of us. Uncaged.
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t captivated and enthralled by the exotic enticing beauty of selfies. The way they awaken your hidden desires, stir something deep within and make you feel like a voyeur. Tints of arousal on my fingertips, I scan each hot boy’s pic and can’t help but imagine all the possibilities of what his body could offer.