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Verona was not in the mood, but we found another way.

The pictures that followed, showed a man's hands, thick and rough, wrapping and tying, wrapping and tying, working toward the finished product that the first image had shown.

The sight of the man's hands-where for ten days, he had only seen me-was jarring. He scrolled quickly through the images, checking for traces of the man and how and where he touched me. Deeper into the gallery, more of the man was revealed, his arms, shoulders, back, but never his face.

This wasn't out of bounds for us, he had to finally admit to himself. We'd always talked about being open to pursuing other sexual contact if we felt our needs weren't being met, and I did ask him on the way out the door if he wanted to set any rules. "I trust you," he told me, and then kissed me deeply, pulling my body against his. It was a kiss that said, I don't know when I'll be able to do this again, so I'd better make it good. And it was.

After collecting himself, he went back through the images, more slowly this time, paying attention, remembering this gallery was called, My Fantasy, and watching for the elements that made it so. There was one shot early on where Dan had managed to catch a look of pleasure on my face just as one of the ropes around my arm was pulled taut, and in that moment, my lover understood. He watched the expressions on my face, the tension building in my body as I sat on my knees, my legs spread wide, the most sensitive parts of myself exposed to the camera, and held fast by rope.

The last photos captured just how wet I had become, strings of thick juices running down my legs, and he thought of how he wanted to be there with me in that pleasure. How he wanted his tongue between my legs, tasting and swallowing every drop that escaped me. How he wanted to feel his cock, harder than ever, gliding into me with ease. He wanted to take me like that, my body immobilized, feeling me strain against the ropes as he thrust.

And then he saw the next row of pictures. Fingers, a man's fingers, pushing inside of me, the muscles of my legs tight, straining against the rope. My face in ecstasy. The last image was a perfectly captured penis the moment before it slipped inside.

* * * * *

So much was running through his mind. He had to work really hard to collect himself before sending me anything. He wasn't expecting this, and he was jealous, but at the same time he was so very turned on. And not just by the images of me. He was turned on by the thought of me taking control of the situation, of me pursuing my fantasy, seeking sexual gratification. And the photos, he realized, were a way for me to share it with him.

His first comments were practical-addressing safety and STI testing and the like. This was the only time I broke character the entire 14 days. I wanted him to know that everything was my doing, that everything was safe, that I had thought through all the details and there was nothing he needed to worry about. Still a little shaken, but seeming to accept the situation, he finally asked,

"So, did you have fun?"

I gave him a teasing, emoticon smile, and told him, "Check back tomorrow and see."

The next day's images were more graphic and intense and beautiful than anything he'd ever seen. Dan was a through-and-through professional, keeping the focus of every single image on me and my experience of the encounter.

My lover was astounded by the pictures he received, amazed at how stunning I looked as I gave completely in to the pleasure being inflicted upon me. Tongue, dick, fingers, toys, all were used tirelessly, filling and covering every part of my body until I was sore and exhausted. This session had produced more images than any so far, over 50 photos in all. The final image, and the one that he thought it odd he was most drawn to, was of me, red marks across my skin where ropes had lain, naked on the bed, my right hand resting on my stomach. I was asleep, but the look on my face still had the faintest trace of the pleasure.

That evening, he told me only that he wished,

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