Monday, December 28, 2009


It begins with an innocent double click. With the attachment finally open, her eyes grow wide, mouth drops open, the space between her legs begins to thump.

Forgetting the public surroundings, she stares unashamedly at the picture-filled screen, moving in as close as she can before the photograph disappears into a mass of coloured pixels.

Standing by the rumpled bed they had marked only a few hours earlier, he is wearing the suit that always makes her swoon. Charcoal single-breasted jacket, crisp white shirt, flat front trousers, heavy leather belt, all topped off with his unmistakably cheeky grin.

And his big strong hand around his growling angry cock.


The Panserbjørne said...

A picture truly is worth a thousand words when the sensation, the interaction, is that intense. Mental pictures taken during such an encounter are always great for memories, but how much hotter still when there is actual photographic evidence. No doubt she'll enjoy the pic as much as he enjoyed taking it for her.

-- PB

Cheeky Minx said...

So true PB, so true. And it is a certain kind of photograph that often inspires an intensity that indelibly etches itself into one's memory.

And for the record, "She" enjoyed it immensely!