I can still recall this exact moment: the sweet caress of his hand cupping my mound, the feel of his cock, thick and wet inside me, the scratch of his beard against my skin, the weight of his arm across my body; the heavy, sweet scent of arousal.
And the click of W’s camera, the knowledge that he was seeing me–us–in a whole new way.
We had never “performed” for him before, and, in truth, we weren’t now, although there had been some fear in me at the outset that it would feel like that, knowing he was watching and taking pictures. But once I felt Ad’s hands on my body, once I saw the desire in his eyes and the mirrored desire in W’s as he watched us, it no longer became something “we” were doing and “he” was watching. Even though he never touched me, W was as much a part of Ad’s and my lovemaking as the two of us were that day.
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