The long-distance relationship is overrated in some respects. On the one hand, it’s nice to have a lot of freedom and space, on the other, on days like today, you want to howl with helplessness.
Derek, my boyfriend, did not get a time off, although we were going to spend this weekend together and celebrate his birthday. I had the whole plan: sexy lingerie, dinner with his favourite dishes, and long passionate sex for dessert. I even wanted to try anal sex, because he talked me into it so many times, but I always felt “too”: too tense, too dirty, too painful …
At the moment when I got a text message with the information that “Baby, sorry, I can’t make it today, the boss did not give me my holiday :(“, I was just finishing the preparation of his favourite roast in the kitchen.
– Damn it! – I threw into space, without even trying to call Derek, because I knew that being at work he would not answer anyway. For a moment I wanted to get in the car and drive the 200 km to it, but I gave up. It would be pointless – I would be sitting alone anyway, only in a place that was strange to me. I sighed and put the treats in the fridge, pulling out a bottle of white wine in the process. It was supposed to be for supper, but since I’m celebrating alone, what’s wrong with me?
I walked over to the bedroom with a glass and a bottle. My eyes fixed on the underwear that I had prepared earlier. Sexy, blood-red lace bodysuit, tights, and monstrously large heels. I felt both sad and angry. It’s been so long since we had sex, goddamn it! And the underwear will go to waste!
Despite the Universe being against me, I decided that since I am spending this evening alone, at least I will dress up. I plunged into the bodysuit, pulled on the stockings, and put my feet in high heels. I glanced at the mirror. My breasts were lifted wonderfully, and my butt looked exceptionally good. However, something was missing here …
A bit intimidated, I took one photo to test and was choked. I never thought that amateur erotic photos could turn out so well!
Encouraged by this first try, I lay down on the bed and started snapping a selfie. With each one, I felt more and more excitement. I started to imagine that with Derek we are playing a scene in which he is a client in a brothel and I, as a whore, have to present my assets to him so that he will choose me. It turned me on so much I felt my pussy getting very wet. I wanted to play with it, but I was running out of hands.
I paused and started going through the functions on the phone. Voila! Timer and burst mode. This will certainly make it easier to take erotic photos. I set the maximum time, then began to wonder where to put the phone so that it captures everything while I have complete freedom of play. Finally, I spotted the desk and put my smartphone on it, setting the timer. I went back to bed and was delighted to discover the possibilities offered by this freedom of movement. Hesitantly at first, I began to touch my breasts through the fabric. I felt my nipples tighten and my pussy getting wet even more. I moved lower with my right hand and pushed the material aside. As I touched my pussy I closed my eyes and bit my lip. I was so wet …
I completely forgot that I was taking kinky photos – completely surrendered to pleasuring my pussy, massaging it, and sticking my fingers inside. When I suddenly felt a thrill of orgasm, I screamed loudly and fell on the bed in a daze. After a few moments, I pulled myself together and remembered
the phone. I grabbed it and looked at the photos It had taken. I was shocked – most came out very exciting. I removed a few weaker ones, moved the rest into a folder and sent it to Derek.
The phone beeped.
“What is that?”
“Present”
“Erotic’s photos?”
“Happy birthday sweetheart”
