I steer the motorboat along the isolated North Florida shore. We are both naked.
“Thank you for doing this for me,” you say. “I hope it works.”
“OnlyFans has gotten boring,” I say. “There’s only so many ways to do a robe drop with a double bed in the background, and only so many ways to finger yourself on that bed. Trust me, this will make your Only account legendary.”
We reach an isolated beach. I anchor the boat and jump out – the water is only up to my waist. I take you in my arms and carry you to shore.”
“I can swim,” you say.
“To start the first shoot, I need you and your hair dry,” I tell you. On shore, I roll out a towel and place your tiny naked body on it. “Okay,” I say, handing you a pale green silk robe, “Put this on.”
I take several pictures of you robed on the towel, not getting your charming breasts or pretty, pretty vagina. It isn’t time yet. “Stand up. Look lonely.” You do so. “Spread your arms wide. Let the robe drop … still lonely and sad, ok? Now … go over to the driftwood log. Mount it as if you were mounting a lover but stay looking pensive … kneel on the sand. Embrace the log … your feeling is not returned, it’s a dead thing. Bow your head and cry.”