[F/M] Picture Day | 2016

I’ve gained five pounds and in a quiet miracle of aging it’s settled well into my tits, my tummy, hips, and ass.

(Seriously, though, my tits. Think of a woman as a parcel of property. Flatten out her lines, see her from above. The band size is the lot size, the cup size would be the size of a building, and its relation to the set back rules of the property. On a large parcel, a two story building would be modest, while on a small parcel the same two story building might require a zoning waiver. This is a long way of saying I’m now a 32DD and my naked body is fascinating.)

It’s two years and counting and I have been on first name basis only with my sexual partners. I don’t think I aimed for this life but there are no accidents, either. First name Jesse asked me to wear something sexy, and told me he wanted to photograph me, undress me slowly. I’m not submissive, subservient, or subordinate, but I do like having quiet moments of possibilities under my clothes. I’ve got a pretty slip, one that matches my glasses and sometimes nervous smile.

Jesse came into my apartment and almost immediately wanted to know where my phone is. He's an elegant, casual partner, as in “Charming, you can appreciate your weapon as is. I’ll take photos and then leave them with you.”

“It’s on the coffee table. Careful, it’s an Apple.” Jesse laughed at me, my bougie taste, and then was quiet. I was trussed up in tight clothes and high heels, and maybe had started to sweat in that stuffy room. He posed me specifically, stopping every so often to kiss me.The morning shifted, and I wanted to show myself what I could do. Jesse turned me around a few times, sometimes to take my picture, and then to suck on my neck, or to put my hands on my ass.

I counted in my head, was it fifteen minutes? Was it five? I was splitting in half and turning inside-out, and wished my heels were less comfortable. Any distraction from my internal winding and his pacing.

I hitched up my dress and ran my hand around and through myself. Jesse stopped me--he didn’t record that bit. He drew my dress down, tugged and smoothed it over and over.

I might have been shaking a little or tottering and could not wedge another ounce of desire in me. Jesse asked me to walk slowly into the bedroom, with my sexiest walk. I burst out laughing. This clawing, inchoate person I had been hiding under my breastbone was so far past sexy--she had forgotten all swag.

I walked slow, and thought about how men like to look, the visual nature of sex. Jesse asked me to crawl on the floor, I did it in a moment of trust. I look like a woman. Under my dress, I’ve got a pretty pink slip, and under that I have a fluffy cunt, and thudding need. Jesse held my phone, all male gaze.

I got up on the bed gracelessly, and ground down into his hand. I had cum once by myself earlier in the day, and my pussy was so big it cut off my breathing. That clever man recorded his twisting fingers, and my jerked legs.

For weeks I’ve looked at myself and have watched and rewatched the game tape. I see me cum, I hear my stuttered breath and gulping sounds. I eventually placed the images onto a thumbdrive--out of order and imperfect.

I like seeing the back of my head--my hair! The layers I had on were too much, and I unzipped my dress and pushed it to my waist.

I am surprised at how many noises I made, I rubbed and played with myself. I wanted more of his body, and I bolted up and swallowed his dick. My eyes closed, I went slow, so slow just like he likes. I licked the tip because it was there, and out of frame, I know I’m fucking myself and the noises I made with his cock in my mouth. Well, I’m cumming or so close I didn’t care if I ever got over--I wanted to rise up on that wave and take all territory ahead of me.

I sucked and sucked and sucked his cock, my cheeks hollowed out, his hand in frame, pulling on my slip to expose my breasts. My nipples are hard and the twisting need inside me is pushed all over my body. I’m so ripe my skin should have broken in half, flesh spilling everywhere and dripping out of my cunt.