Later I agree to more pictures, if only
because I like the way his eyes light up when he holds the camera
in his hand. He takes shots of me sprawled on the bed, wrapped
among the sheets, coyly peeking out at the lens. He likes my lips
and wants close-ups of them on his d**k, which I’m all too eager to
taste again. Inside the bag are candles that he lights and places
around the room. More photos, these of him dribbling hot wax onto
my back, the curve of my buttocks. A shot of one lit candle
precariously stuck a few inches into my ass—uncomfortable, yes, but
I trust him and he says it looks incredibly hot, my hard cock
sticking out between my legs at the same angle as the candle above.
Then it’s my turn, and he wants me to take him from behind, camera
whirling through the film as
