Send nudes (F, masturbation)

I send you photos, curated.
I’m a bowl of vanilla whipped cream
Sweet and insubstantial
A bubbly ephemera for your eyes

They’re lies
I wish I could send you photos of what’s actually happening to me when we talk.

My eyes roll back when you call me your slut.
I slip off the side of the bed, and I’m crouched on the floor fucking myself.
I’m sucking two fingers down to the bone.
I’m face down on the carpet, arse high in the air, breasts rubbing along soft carpet.
I melt when you tell me of my punishment.
I’m in bed again, pinching nipples, pulling hair, legs brought up to my shoulder.
My face is a crinkle of tension, and then finally release.
I bite the inside of my arm as I come.

I try to take these photos for you, one arm outstretched, contorted.
I can’t capture the wild beauty I feel with you.
These photos make me feel like the ugly awkward girl again, a diversion, a plaything.
They shake me away from my pleasure, the pain they bring is no fun at all.

So I send you other photos, curated.
I’m a bowl of vanilla whipped cream
Sweet and insubstantial
Covering the dark bitter molten chocolate centre of my desire.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/pba9vj/send_nudes_f_masturbation