“Mm-hmm,” she says, when I say, “OH MY FUCKING GOD, THAT ASS!”
It’s an understated “mm-hmm.” If I had to guess, I would say that it means some combination of, “Yes, I do have a great ass!” “Congratulations for noticing, shithead,” “I’m not really listening to what you’re saying, but it’s nice that you like my ass,” “I bet you say that to all the girls,” and “Yes, yes, I do have a great ass.” <– I know I included that last one twice. Because it’s essential.
The “mm-hmm” is cute. It’s almost like a tic. I commented on it the other day, and Celeste told me she had heard others comment on it as well. Coworkers, she said.
And oh my fucking God, that ass.
Here it is, in “child’s pose.” Where it always should be. In a video she authorized me to take, a screenshot whose selection she approved. Natch.
Celeste is blissfully, blessedly, if somewhat offputtingly, unafflicted by modesty. She organizes her laptop, and her phone, in a room in her house that (because reasons) has mirrors for walls. I have a nearly 360 degree view of her ass, her cunt, her face, her thighs, her breasts, as she bends over for me. She almost instinctively adjusts the position, or angle, of her laptop, to give me a better view. It’s as if she’s spent years curating these views for an audience to which she’s become just a tiny bit enured. Or inured? My computer seems to think it’s the latter. The internets confuse me. Sadly, no dictionary is at hand.
Anyway. It seems that she notices, takes in, and maybe even enjoys, just a little, my praise. But not a lot. It doesn’t bother her, that much is clear. But neither is it nutritive to her (as it is to Melanie).
There’s an almost studied nonchalance to her.
Her hair is red. I think. The color on the camera isn’t great. Her eyes are… blue? green? brown? I can’t really tell. Her cheekbones are high, but her cheeks are sweet, full, like her uncle or aunt could grab a nice bit while telling her how cute she is. And she is cute. Her pictures, at least, are cute. Her mm-hmm is cute. And, at the same time… There’s something very… not cute, not innocent, about her. As I said – she’s not unaccustomed to having her body admired. That fact is palpable.
From the start, she was fine with my recording our sessions – the better to jerk off to – and she “loved” a text I sent her, “Do you like knowing that I just jerked off while watching your pretty body? (I did. I came hard, imagining my cock sliding into your mouth….) Just a little mid-day thought for you.” [In general, I like to let a woman know when I come to her. It seems only fair.]
That was our last text exchange. Since then, she missed our next scheduled session together, and I haven’t heard from her. I hope she’s ok!
