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BRADY: I'd like my pic now.
Repositioning my phone, I tap on the camera app and take a shot of my bare legs against the soft yellow sheets, sending it to Brady. His reply is immediate.
BRADY: Blurry. I think you need to angle the phone down a little more.
I send him a shot of my knees.
BRADY: Higher.
A picture of my thighs pressed together.
BRADY: A little higher.
This time, I make sure the picture has the juncture of my thighs in it, but I make sure he still can't see what he wants to see.
BRADY: Almost, dove. So close.
ME: Are you in your room yet?
The little dots dance across the screen for a few seconds before he replies.
BRADY: I am now.
ME: What did you tell Julian?
BRADY: Didn't say a word.
BRADY: Now, let's discuss your photography skills. They're improving with every shot. I think the next one might be your best yet.
Angling the camera, I take a picture of my stomach, making sure to include my breasts but no nipples.
BRADY: I'm stroking my cock. It's painful, dove. Painfully hard. Are you touching yourself? Pinching those nipples that you conveniently left out of the frame? Or is your hand between your legs? Is that why you refuse to send me a picture of your gorgeous pussy?
Damn it. I wasn't pleasuring myself, but now I want to.
ME: Is this the picture you wanted?
It's more of a challenge to get the shot I want, attempting three times before I finally capture my entire naked body in the frame. My arm is across my breasts, my free hand squeezing my nipple. My legs are spread slightly, my left knee bent. But it's the look on my face that secures my choice in the picture.
The come-hither look I'm sporting is perfect. It's going to drive him insane.
Hitting send, I tuck myself under the covers as I wait for him to reply, but the dots never appear. I imagine he's stroking himself, taking his pleasure into his own hands. Now that he's put the idea in my head, I'm ready to do the same.
Reaching into my bedside table drawer, I shift around the contents, reaching toward the back to pull out my vibrator. Flicking it on, the sound of the battery is all I can focus on as I run it through my wet folds. The sound drowns out everything around me as I picture Brady stroking himself. I imagine it's his cock inside me when I push between my folds.
And I'm on the brink of bringing myself the pleasure I've been craving when my bedroom door bursts open.
