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The Art of Jerking Off to Sexy Selfies

It’s a special kind of art, this jerk-off ritual to sexy selfies. An act of pleasure and relief that takes a certain kind of finesse and attention to detail. To make the experience cathartic and deeply addictive, something that one can strive to perfect. This is the story of how one night I decided to take on this venture and do justice to its erotic, homoerotic, morally questionable, yet somehow innocent practice. To experience its pleasure and elicit its unique kind of release.

Table of Contents

• 1. Stimulated by a Selfie: Mastering URL to IRL Craving
• 2. Sexting to Selfies: Getting off with Grandeur
• 3. Erotic Opportunism: Unleashing the Visual Choices in Touching Yourself
• 4. Ecstatic Private Moments: Capturing the Delights of an Intimate Voyage
• In Summary

1. Stimulated by a Selfie: Mastering URL to IRL Craving

My fingers trace a route across the screen, savoring the little bumps of the textured surface as I trace the contours of this perfect selfie. A mercurial vision of excess and beauty, a feast for the eyes. My heart quickens with anticipation and my resolve falters. I can’t help but run my hands over the screen, imagining the feel of his skin beneath my fingertips. His body is an oasis of tightness, strength and power that I long for as if my life depended on it. I’m pushing the limits of my self-control as I admire every detail – the sharpness of his jawline, the intensity in his eyes, the prominence of each separate muscle, sending electric jolts of pleasure throughout my body.

Desire takes over, overtaking my thoughts and heightening my senses. I want to drown in his beauty, to caress and explore every contour, to jump in without looking back. My breathing quickens and my heart thumps against my ribcage in eager anticipation. I’m in tune with my own passion now, and feverishly I tug at my clothes and free myself from my inhibitions. Stroking my body, I move deeper into the trance of arousal, playing with my arousal as if it was a musical instrument, consistent and demanding until I reach my climax. I reach out to capture that same feeling from the selfie; the rush of pleasure and total domination of my mind and body by my own desire. I savor the moment of blissful ecstasy and allow it to fill me up until I’m overflowing with pleasure and euphoria.

2. Sexting to Selfies: Getting off with Grandeur

• Divine Images of Desiring Hot Guys

I take a deep breath as the sensual images of attractive guys start to flood my phone, images of shirtless selfies that show their golden tans and toned bodies. I can’t help but to press my hips against the chair as their handsome faces and pouty lips seem to be calling out my name. My fingertips can’t help but skim over the pictures as my Other-Self begins to sing out into the ether.

I can feel my heart racing as I have no choice but to let my imagination run wild. The guys often appear in my dreams and arousing fantasies, and my senses can’t help but be on fire as I let my imagination take control. I let the vividness of my thoughts run loose, and my mind goes to places it should never go, where it needs to go.

• Touching Myself In Ecstasy

I lean back in the leather chair and unbutton my pants, and my hands can’t help but to fondle my rigid penis. The sensations explode at each touch of my other-Self and I can’t help but to crave and yearn for more. I feel my entire body go into overdrive as I lean forward, thirsty for more ecstasy and intensity.

I position the image of the guy in my view and can’t help but to trace each detail of his body until my own body touches down on unreachable heights. Nothing can prepare me for the powerful ecstasy that comes with my orgasmic rapture. All I can think of at that moment is my craving for more of his images, more of myself getting off with grandeur.

3. Erotic Opportunism: Unleashing the Visual Choices in Touching Yourself

1. Creeping through another hot guy’s selection of selfies, my touch electrifies my body. Swiping left, my heart works overtime, anticipating the next shot of a sexy pose, a broad smile or wink… Every photo brings out different feelings. A deep longing for sensual moments with these faces, embraces made of warm embrace and comfortable night sheets.

2.

• As my imagination runs wild I feel a huge urge to touch myself.
• My touch lingers and caresses my body, firm and soft, steady and sure, until my arousal is at its peak.
• I close my eyes and feel pleasure as I imagine one of those sexy guys touching my body with his hands.
• I play with myself for what seems like hours, exploring and changing my touches as if I was in an erotic dance with another’s body.
• The greatest pleasure comes when I use the imaginary moment to drive myself closer to the edge and beyond.
• I imagine that he whispers softly in my ears, his lips brushing my neck. His breath on my earlobe sends shockwaves of pleasure that reduce me to a weakening moan.
• I tighten my grip and let my own delicious sounds affirm the rapture that I experience.
• Eventually the raw pleasure release me and I slide through an orgasm that sweeps through my body.

4. Ecstatic Private Moments: Capturing the Delights of an Intimate Voyage

The Thrill of Pleasure:
Hands working feverishly, exploring the delicate curves of muscled perfection immortalized forever in one split-second of art. A trance-like satisfaction starts to overcome as I delve deeper in my exploration, knowing exactly what buttons to press to elicit a fiery response. An endless supply of searingly sexy selfies to feed my hungry appetite, delighting in the secret knowledge that each photo was born from one unexpected moment of blazing, carnal eroticism.

The Essence of Desire:
The art of grip and motion, a subtle yet skillful technique required to bring forth a deliciously maniacal reaction. Heart racing, I reach for that euphoric moment when my body screams for release in a torrent of blissful eroticism. My body is a temple and I the priest, devoted to wringing every bit of pleasure from the experiences. As I unburden myself, roaming throughout the images of the sensual, picaresque photos, I am filled with a joyous laugh, free and unbridled.

In Summary

The final refractor of bliss as I look away from the device and up to the ceiling lives like both the cherry atop rich cream and a saturated spark in my soul. A residual sizzle of pleasure that long outlasts the craving I’d only so temporarily satiated. From this nightinge I’d learned an art – taht of having my way with these special selfies, the sexy ones that stirred an undeniable heat and begged to be admired. To stroke with an eye, to proffer a temporary escape from a tedious world into one filled with indescribable delights. A seductress composed solely of tiny ones and zeros, granting a reminder that pleasure can take many forms – if you just know how to enjoy it.