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For the record, you’re never required to send me a picture of something you’re not comfortable with. And if you don’t want me to send something specific, I won’t do that either. There’s no pressure here, Pretty. I’m enjoying getting to know you. Talking to you is the highlight of my day.
Pretty Boy
This is going to sound vain, but I don’t have any issues sending you nudes. I’m used to being naked in front of people. I have very little modesty.
That gives me pause. Uh… why is he naked in front of people?! I scroll back up to look at his picture again. Maybe he’s a model? A… porn star? Content creator?
Jesus fuck… the way I get tense at the idea of someone else touching him has me barely seeing straight.
Me
And pictures in return?
Pretty Boy
Yes, please! Then it’s not just my dreams I’m relying on for reference.
Also, I hate the hours that go by when we’re not talking. Seeing your messages is the only thing that makes me smile these days.
Which I realize now makes me sound pathetic but it’s already out there.
I grin.
Me
Me too.
Pretty Boy
Okay, let’s play your game.
Me
Are you naked?
Pretty Boy
Wow. Let’s not lead up to that or anything.
But yes, I’m naked. *sticking tongue out*
Me
Cute. Find your prettiest pair of panties. I don’t care if they’re thongs or shorts or whatever. Whichever ones are your favorite and put them on. From your secret room.
Three minutes go by and then I receive a pic. It’s not a full frontal but an image of his reflection facing sideways. I get a picture of his perfect round ass, his muscular thigh, and his dick cupped in sexy black lace.
My cock is already throbbing.
Me
Your favorite pair of stockings. I don’t care if they go to your ankles, your knees, your thighs—whichever is your favorite.
Again, minutes pass as I stare at the image he sent. It’s not overly revealing, but it’s sexy as hell. The next image comes through, and his forward leg is bent. The stockings are also black and rise to his lower thigh. On his upper thigh is an elastic that his stockings are clipped to, so they’re held up.
I shiver.
Me
