I was cleaning my house. My phone was in the pocket of my leggings. I forget that the heat from my thighs sometimes will keep the phone unlocked.
I take out my phone for some reason, and notice that my messaging app is open. Somehow, my thighs managed to accidentally open the photo attachment and selected a handful of photos. Straightening the phone in my palm with my index finger and thumb, of course with my luck, I hit send.
To my horror, I see that the message of photos is sent to the Human Resources director; Matt. I had contacted Matter earlier that day about a project we were working on together.
I see too many pictures populate in the thread, one second after the other, confirming they are sent. Since when did my Wifi work this great?
I furiously scroll though the thread to see what I sent.
To my horror I see at least three pictures that I forgot to move to my hidden album were selected.
These weren’t just “innocent” nudes of me, but full on portraits of my exposed tits and wet slit, my arms and legs, forced wide, were restrained to the bed posts. I had been waiting, begging, to be touched by my Sir. You could see the longing desire and desperation on my face despite the blindfold.
*there was no way I was not going to be fired*.