I was scrolling through my Instagram feed the other day and stopped on a profile suggested to me by the algorithm of a beautiful young model. As a photographer this isn’t unusual, I tend to get a lot of suggestions based on photography, art and dogs. I love dogs.
What was different this time was that I spent an inordinate amount of time on her profile, not just looking at her sexy photos but the style as well. The photos were all quite artistic beyond the rather boring fashion stuff one sees all the time. I soon discovered they were all self-portraits. I clicked on her story of the BTS of her shoots and was very intrigued. I moved on and was doing other things when I got an instant message. I had followed her feed and I guess she also saw that I was viewing her story.
She had viewed my photos and showered me with compliments, I in turn complimented both her work and beauty. I was rather effusive and we went back and forth for a couple days. Eventually I asked if I could photograph her. And I know, I am sure she gets tons of older photographers hounding her constantly but one never knows and one never knows if one never asks.
“What kind of photos did you have in mind?”
We had built up a sarcastic, jokey back and forth by this time so I replied, “dirty ones of course”.
She came back almost immediately with, “At least buy me a drink first, LOL”.
Eventually we settled on meeting for coffee due to our schedules and covid. We met in Chelsea outside my favorite coffee shop and after I got coffee we went for a long walk.
As we were walking and talking gear as photographers do sometimes, she asked if I really wanted to take dirty photos just to get her in bed. Again I shot back quickly, of course! hahaha.
“No, no. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I am a man in my 40s and I would probably do whatever you want to get you in bed but my primary motivation to meet with you was in fact to talk. I had now expectations for today. I didn’t bring my camera and am enjoying my coffee and your company.”
She then surprised me by leaning in and whispering, “huh, that’s too bad. I was hoping Daddy might try to take advantage of me”. She then kept walking as if no big deal.
My erection was immediate but luckily not completely apparent. I walked faster to catch up with her and said happily, “Let’s get a hotel room then and after I fuck you we can talk about our photo shoot.”
She stopped, looked me in the eye, smiled and said, “Yes.”
Sitting on a bench I looked up a day use app for hotels, found one near by that was available and off we went. And fuck we did.
I will relay the dirty bits if this does ok:).
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/jzoc7u/from_instant_message_to_sexting_and_coffee_date
Oh please do, Daddy! Your experiences are the best! ???