Thirsty For Selfies? Feed Your Soul!
I had spent all night scrolling through various online forums, poring over snippets of lingering memories, passed between guys in secret, shared over whispered, hastily typed words; snippets that would have blushed an entire island of Puritans bashful at the mere sight of them. In these forums were hit-and-run images and selfies, snatched off the own camera screens of young, hot men; men whose once-innocent faces were now twisted in unchecked emotions, illuminated almost obscenely against bright filters in those online galleries. Everywhere there was a growing sense of a newly formed trickle, something newly resurgent, that lurked beneath these forbidden pictures, made wild with unspoken yearning, made more so since there wasn’t really any room to express exactly what was building inside. It was something that made my pulse race and my temples throb, my fingers itch to type out the oldest tale in the book – of men seeking pleasure in the most unexpected places. It was, after all, the story of our eternal search for intimacy, for a little thrill, ringing with an eagerness of an age forever trying on new skins.
Table of Contents
- 1. What Does it Mean to be Thirsty for Selfies?
- 2. Turning Thirst into Satisfaction
- 3. Descriptive Selfies can Feed your Soul
- 4. When You Satisfy Your Thirst, the Possibilities are Endless
- In Retrospect
1. What Does it Mean to be Thirsty for Selfies?
Fueling the Fire
When I have my sights set on hot selfies of buff, smooth, tight guys, my desire for them doubles, if not triples. There’s something about seeing a sexy, sparsely clothed, topless or bundled in nothing but a pair of tight, worn jeans selfie that has me feeling naughty all over. Pictures of their toned bodies, tanned skin, and inviting smile ignites a flame between mine and their gaze. I feel an overwhelming urge to quench my thirst for something sinful, something forbidden. Whenever I want to taste a touch of something sweet, I go looking for a boudoir selfie.
Arousing the Senses
Going through a selfie montage is like indulging in a delicious, forbidden treat. I interpret the nude bodies of these young Gods as if I’m standing right in front of them, pouring over every naked detail with a curious eye. Every flex of their biceps, each sharp contour of their torso, even the reflection of light across their glistening sweat turns me on. I elevate the intensity of the fantasy when I linger on each body part, savoring each moment of my stolen pleasure. I make it my mission to fill my hungry soul with enough sensual pleasure until I’m completely satisfied.
2. Turning Thirst into Satisfaction
The Pulse Begins
My body dimmed all its other needs as soon as I saw him walking towards me. I felt that familiar and electric thrum of desire in my veins. His tantalizing gaze, his tight t-shirt, and the mystery behind his smirking lips made my pulse race faster.
It took me no time to strip down to nothing but a pair of tight fitting jeans. His eyes feasted on me like a starving man, tantalizing me with smoldering need. He leaned in to kiss me, trailing a path of fire and pleasure across my skin.
The Heat Rises
My mind went blank the moment we connected. Nothing else mattered anymore. Our kiss deepened and hands explored every inch of each other hungrily. In the heat of the moment, I tore off his shirt to feel his skin against mine. His chest was hard, and his soft gasp of pleasure filled the air.
I pressed against his solid hardness and felt his longing melt into me. His scent, his touch, his mouth exploring me without restraint were like starving the thirst that had been building inside me, all while simultaneously feeding it. Each new sensation drove me deeper and deeper into a world of bliss, resolving my hunger for gratification.
3. Descriptive Selfies can Feed your Soul
Your Thirst is Satiated when you Feast on Erotic Images
My lips crave the taste of the salty sweat of your neck, my longings to inhale your essence, to devour your whole body fill me with trembling anticipation. Then I turn my head and I see your image, a titillating selfie that captures you in a perfect moment, the sun glistening off the curves of your body, sweat dripping with a juicy slick over muscle and bone. It sends a thrill of pleasure from my loins to my heart, my heart swells with intense desire.
From a simple image you create an infinite possibility of imagined encounters. My mind fills with fantasies of what you and I could do together, what, where and when, how I could take you in my arms and make you mine. As I soak in the heat of each steamy selfie, I let myself indulge in ever more intense scenarios of a passionate encounter between us. My thirsty imagination is fed with each morsel of pleasure I take in. Selfies provide a portal to depths of pleasure that could not be reached in any other way. We inhabit our erotic fantasies together, no longer just two but joined in ecstasy.
4. When You Satisfy Your Thirst, the Possibilities are Endless
Sizzling In The Heat Of Selfies Summer
- As you browse through the seductive pictures of him, his shirtless body framed in the sultry selfie light, your desire for him builds.
- Your heart races as the energy builds, and you imagine the possibilities of what could be… You imagine unbuttoning his shirt, pressing your body against his, feeling his hot breath, melting in his arms.
- Your mouth can’t help but water as you anticipate the taste of his skin, the desire rushing through your veins as you take in his essence.
Satin-Smooth Surrender
- Your fingers caress his body, searching out all of his secret places and boundaries, pushing the boundaries of what can and can’t be conquered.
- You want to know what it’s like to be lost in his embrace, in the feeling of absolute surrender.
- You want to know what it’s like to be taken to unexplored heights of pleasure, to soar through the champagne heat of his gaze as you pour out your every desire.
- The struggle of will eases into submission as you sink into his knowing touch, and the universe of possibilities opens up.
In Retrospect
As I finished writing this article, I felt an immense wave of passion and desire marinating in my chest. With each photo I had looked upon, my ardor had grown stronger, until it was impossible to deny the truth of my burning yearnings: I wanted every single one of those selfies, and so much more.
The thought of so many breathtaking, tantalizingly beautiful men stirred my imagination, until I was in a state of deep yearning and desire. I wanted to cuddle with every one of them, feel their warm breath on my skin, their lips twining with mine as our tongues explored one another. They were like sirens calling out to me, teasing me with their beauty, and I could only answer the beckoning with an eager, passionate response.
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