Sending a dick pic
We finally met after a couple of false starts because of travel schedules. In the back, at the corner of the bar we got to know each other. We toasted to finally meeting and shared our stories, and because we were there to determine if we wanted to fuck each other, our carnal appetites. I couldn’t help but smile when she mentioned she wasn’t bisexual but she was a good sport, and it excited me when she suggested she would like to be fucked by two men. She said she liked to suck cock and I said I liked the taste of pussy very much. We weren’t specific about our exploits but wanted to share enough to kindle sexual tension. The conversation was easy and I liked sharing. I wondered what she would sound like as she took my cock or if she would moan harder if I finger fucked her instead.
As I walked her to her car, we talked about the next time we could get together and that travel schedules would get in the way. After a soft kiss goodbye, she looked at me and asked me if I could send her a mirror dick pic when I got home. She didn’t wait for an answer, turned and got in her car. I watched her drive away.
Eventually I found myself naked in front of a full-length mirror where I positioned and repositioned with phone in hand. There is an underappreciation when sending a dick pic for the first time — what does it say and how it will be received; will it ruin a fragile seduction that is taking root? Eventually I settled one that I believed to be the right one.
<Send>
“Dirty daddy! Thank you!”
“You have me very horny”
“What does your cock like the very best?”
“Edging… bring me to a place where I am so close but still so far…”
“I’ve never been able to do that myself — I’m just too greedy. Since I can cum more than once I always just wanna go for it — and do.”
“Can you squirt…?”
“In the right hands I can — but it’s usually a hand that makes that happen and I can’t make it happen mentally “
“I have great hands…”
“Do you know how to make it work (usually). I love having fingers inside me”
“I do have experience in that regard… patience is needed… rolling the thumb over two fingers is a nice place to start. You can’t force it.”
“Interesting! Gotta run — have a good evening!”
“You too… thanks for sharing”
As the weeks passed, I couldn’t stop thinking about that evening, and at night, I imagined the taste of her pussy and would whisper her name as I came.
“My desire to explore your body and listen to your sound is growing… enjoy the day”
“Hot. I have thought of you…”
“I am not exaggerating when I say, whenever I think of exploring sensuality with you my body reacts…”
“Ooooooo I like so much!”
“So what are your thoughts on unsolicited erotic, sensual or sexual pics?”
“I like ‘em!”
This wasn’t something I wanted to rush into and took my time before I sent my very first unsolicited pic.
<Send>
“Tease!”
“Let’s classify this one as erotic… lol”
I took my time.
<Send>
“Well Hello!”
“I’m quite the shutterbug”
Admittedly, using this medium for seduction was something new and I was very sensitive about becoming a little too obsessive. Best to be respectful.
“An erotic pic to start the week? Lol”
“Yes Pls”
<Send>
“I love this one! Sorry it took too long to reply”
“And just think, I’ve been remiss in sending you a sexual pic yet …”
“Get with it! : )
“Patience… lol”
A day later.
<Send>
“You made a lovely mess”
“Hope you enjoyed”
“ : ) “
A week later.
<Send>
“Yes pls”
“Early morning sharing… have an extra fine day. Don’t forget I take requests… haha”
“Hmmmm… I’ll start thinking”
<Send>
“OMG I didn’t respond to this! Gorgeous!
“I will admit I very much like sending you photographs… a green light on more pics! Lol”
“Oh yes pls”
<Send>
“Gorgeous pic! I am coming into town for the week”
“A cocktail is in order don’t you think?”
“Well for sure. Are you around Sunday”
“Yes I am. Do I owe you a picture before Sunday?”
“Most certainly”
“Let’s see how creative I can be”
I sent a couple of pictures with no reply. Eventually I heard my phone ping, looked at the phone and saw a picture of myself.
“I like this one the best”
She was right, it was a nice dick pic.
Sex Shows
There is something quite ordinary about a Sex Show, as you watch ordinary people wandering around doing ordinary things like picking up silicon dildos as if they are avocados— I am sure there are some like me who are there for the voyeurism, but I suspect most are looking to be a little provocative and naughty, with the thought wearing latex or buying a butt plug.
It may have been the radio or something in a local urban newspaper that took me to my first Sex Show; it was such a long time ago I just don’t remember. And when I say sex show, I’m not talking about people fucking on stage or the intimate corners of an exclusive club but rather a trade show where vendors of all sorts come together to sell their goods and services. It’s something like the auto-show but with neon-coloured dildos.
I find myself going alone most of the time, sometimes by choice but sometimes not — as I like to say, I go to see if there is anything new when it comes to sex. As you can imagine, there never is. What it can offer though is a perspective on what is “trending”. At the last show kink had found its stride with its own section and workshops on tying knots and I was a little surprised that swinger home parties had become a viable service. There is something comfortably ordinary about a Sex Show as you watch ordinary people wandering around doing ordinary things like picking up silicon dildos as if they were avocados in a grocery store. I am sure there are some like me who are there for the voyeurism, but I suspect most are looking to be a little provocative or naughty with thoughts of wearing latex or buying a butt plug.
As I pointed out, I go to Sex Shows to get a feel for shifts in mainstream appetites and simply watch, but I also go for the artists and the art they create. They are always in the minority, and sometimes hard to find on the floor map, but well worth searching out.
My erotic art collection is humble and began at a sex show — erotic artists don’t always find their way to a Sex Show which is one of those trends I referred to but when they do, you can find some of the most beautiful interpretations of the human body, sexuality, and most importantly, sensuality. A photograph of a beautifully laced corset ending in big bow covering her bottom, a wooden panel with carvings of the Kama Sutra, water colours of fishnet stockings that look like a photograph and a complex-coloured glass dildo that is more about art than function — all part of my collection. I suppose my erotic literature collection is an extension of this, it’s also humble but is curated with a desire to understand the human experience. Sex Shows, erotic art shows, sex workshops, erotic art and erotic literature have always captured my interest from the moment I purchased my first erotic novel — the story of a man and a woman having a conversation over the phone and sharing their personal experiences; not overly sexual but intimate.
Sex in crass mechanical terms involves cocks or mouths or cunts or asses in a multitude of combinations but sensuality is intimate, and it’s this intimacy that is the attraction for me — the sharing of desire, the vulnerability of surrender and the conversations that only happen between lovers. The art and the literature are simply expressions of these intimacies, and because I am particularly tactile, it gives me an opportunity to touch and hold and feel the sensuality of others.
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