[flash]
“Ewww… I think my eyes were closed on that one!” I complain, as I recover from the flash.
“Ok, lets try it again,” you answer. “Ready?”
[flash]
This was just too strange. I always take my own photos. I’m not used to having someone else with me during pictures, and having no control over the camera was really making things feel awkward to me.
“You’re not relaxed enough… we need to find a way to get you more into this,” you comment.
“Yeah, right,” I mutter under my breath. “Like that’s going to happen.”
“Oh… I have my ways,” you smirk, as you walk toward me.
Oops… I didn’t mean for you to hear that! Now what’s going to happen, I wonder? I watch, a bit nervously, as you approach, and shiver a little as you run your hand down my bare back. A finger slides down between my legs and lightly strokes my inner thighs, and without conscious thought about what I’m doing, I press toward you.
“See,” you chuckle, “I told you I could get you into this.”
“Well, this is NOT relaxing me,” I complain, still pressing toward the finger that is teasing me mercilessly.
“Ok… Let’s see if you’re ready.” You quickly walk to the camera, not giving me time to recover, and I whimper at the sudden absence of the finger I was complaining about just seconds before.
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“Oooh, that’s a good one. I think we just need to work on your mood a little more!” You step back over to me and replace the finger again, this time stroking a little higher. Just when it brushes lightly over my clit, I feel a sudden twinge of pain as you simultaneously pinch my left nipple.
“Ouch,” I squeal, not really meaning it. You know I love that, but I can’t give you the satisfaction of verbalizing it. The contact is gone as quickly as it appeared.
[flash]
And it returns. I close my eyes as a mouth brushes my neck and lingers on that sensitive spot at its base. The finger returns to my thighs, brushes lightly, and then… pinch.
Another squeal, and then…. again nothing. The touches are gone. I keep my eyes closed, waiting…
[flash]