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Photo Shoot
I know you love being in front of the camera
I want you. No, I’m way past want. I need you. You’re the only thing on my mind. That’s the way you wanted it, isn’t it?
You wanted me to grow hot just thinking of you. I know. Mission accomplished, baby. You planned all of this. Did you really think I wouldn’t catch on?
The camera loves you. I love how you know your angles. I need a photo shoot. You, me, and my camera. I don’t pull it out that often anymore, but I’ll make an exception for you.
Those curves. Let me tell you, I’ve never really been attracted to really skinny women. Now, I don’t have anything against them. I just prefer having more to grab onto — more to rub and such.
I remember the first time you shared a racy picture with me. My heart must’ve stopped. I forgot to breathe. Something stirred deep in me. I couldn’t peel my eyes away, baby. Our house could have caught on fire and I don’t think I would have noticed.
My hands just want to explore every inch of you. My fingertips need to trace my name on your soft skin.
Would you pose for my camera? Do I need to say please? I’ll ask nicely. It’d be an honor. I can picture it now. How would I set it all up?
