I like when you send me pictures. I often ask for things, for replications of photo shoots, for assignments to be completed. This is the first in a series.
Not of your face. But I want to take pictures of you, to record what I’m lucky enough to be able to lick, to taste, to hit, to fuck. I want to take pictures – classy, dirty, black-and-white pictures. Of your lips. Up close. Waiting for me. Of your hair, waiting to be pulled. Of […]