The Thrill of Posing Nude
Posted: Sun May 13, 2012 12:01 pmI was going through the hard drive I have dedicated solely to my Charm collection (I have a problem,I know) and there was a folder marked "Misc" that was a mystery to me. I opened it and inside I found some extremely naughty pics and videos that I didn't even know I'd saved. About five years ago I'd begun a flirtatious email relationship with a woman who had enjoyed some of the stories I'd posted at Literotica. Our online chatting went genial fan mail to descriptions of the scenes she'd especially enjoyed to me writing scenarios involving her fantasies to the two of us engaged in some very hot and fun chat sex.
I think she sent the first photo. She described herself as a six-foot blonde with double-Ds, and she said she'd understand if I didn't quite believe the portrait she painted so she sent me a photo of her fantastic breasts straining against a white brassiere. She asked for a photo that illustrated how much I enjoyed her boobies, and as a gentleman I felt obligated to honor her request. But I was a wee bit nervous. Send a woman a photo of my erect penis? Even if it was her request I was leery. A guy I used to work with had sexted a woman he'd befriended at a conference and, to make a long story short, the pics ended up on the internet and EVERYONE saw them. Me included, by accident. The guy's girlfriend broke up with him and he was totally humiliated at work (he could at least take comfort in his substantial endowment).
My own endowment is depressingly average but as I pulled down my boxer briefs to take as flattering a snapshot as possible I noticed that I was hard. VERY hard. And without even a few strokes to prime the pump, so to speak, the tip of my penis was already leaking syrup. Just framing the photo in the viewfinder had my shaft quivering. I took about a dozen photos, uploaded them, and attached them in an email to my admirer.
Hitting SEND was a bit tough, though. I mean, sending a woman of me, naked, all a-throb? I had visions of blackmail and ruin. The fact that she didn't know my real name and had never seen my face reassured me just a little. But what made me send the pictures was that the though of this woman looking at me, in all my glory, was an INCREDIBLE turn on. So I took a deep breath and sent my pixelated penis for her perusal.
I waited with baited breath for her reply. I also waited with rock-hard cock in hand. Just thinking of her looking at my pics was both scary and exhilarating, and when my inbox pinged it took me about a nanosecond to open her reply. Which was full of words like "Mmm..." and "ooh...". Which was nice. As was her saying that my self-depreciating description of my manhood was far overblown, describing my cock as both "thick" and "yummy". Which did wonders for my confidence.
Enough so that I removed my briefs and set to stroking myself. It took me, oh, 17 seconds to begin that silken slide towards orgasm. I stopped, grabbed my camera, and resumed abusing myself. I quickly learned a lesson known to all pornographers--it's tough to capture the precise moment of climax. I came and that first milky eruption issued forth and I was about half a second late depressing the shutter button. That might've been due to the fact that at that time my brain was awash in endorphins and going "OHHHH BABY YEEEEAHHH!!". But although I missed the first molten spurt there was another, and another, and another, and...another, and I got a few excellent photos of me at the very peak of ecstasy to load onto my laptop and send for the enjoyment of my virtual paramour.
Which she totally loved. And I loved that she loved looking at them. I'll admit that when I went to bed that night a few times I thought "What the hell did I just do?" but eventually that passed. The sheer erotic thrill of taking off my clothes and sending photos of myself to a woman who, I learned later, pleasured herself with a vibrator while viewing them, was intoxicating. I wonder if any of the Charms here feel the same way, that the excitement of sharing nude, explicit photos is a rush that overwhelms whatever fears you might have at being discovered. I'm always grateful to the gorgeous women who share themselves with the world, but I understand in some small way that it ain't always easy making that decision. Heck, my face and name never appeared in those photos, and I was just sharing them with one person, not with the World Wide Web. It takes courage to display yourself as Charms to, and thank goodness they have courage as well as beauty!
I definitely had fun exchanging pics with this busty blonde. So much so that I quickly moved on to videos...
I think she sent the first photo. She described herself as a six-foot blonde with double-Ds, and she said she'd understand if I didn't quite believe the portrait she painted so she sent me a photo of her fantastic breasts straining against a white brassiere. She asked for a photo that illustrated how much I enjoyed her boobies, and as a gentleman I felt obligated to honor her request. But I was a wee bit nervous. Send a woman a photo of my erect penis? Even if it was her request I was leery. A guy I used to work with had sexted a woman he'd befriended at a conference and, to make a long story short, the pics ended up on the internet and EVERYONE saw them. Me included, by accident. The guy's girlfriend broke up with him and he was totally humiliated at work (he could at least take comfort in his substantial endowment).
My own endowment is depressingly average but as I pulled down my boxer briefs to take as flattering a snapshot as possible I noticed that I was hard. VERY hard. And without even a few strokes to prime the pump, so to speak, the tip of my penis was already leaking syrup. Just framing the photo in the viewfinder had my shaft quivering. I took about a dozen photos, uploaded them, and attached them in an email to my admirer.
Hitting SEND was a bit tough, though. I mean, sending a woman of me, naked, all a-throb? I had visions of blackmail and ruin. The fact that she didn't know my real name and had never seen my face reassured me just a little. But what made me send the pictures was that the though of this woman looking at me, in all my glory, was an INCREDIBLE turn on. So I took a deep breath and sent my pixelated penis for her perusal.
I waited with baited breath for her reply. I also waited with rock-hard cock in hand. Just thinking of her looking at my pics was both scary and exhilarating, and when my inbox pinged it took me about a nanosecond to open her reply. Which was full of words like "Mmm..." and "ooh...". Which was nice. As was her saying that my self-depreciating description of my manhood was far overblown, describing my cock as both "thick" and "yummy". Which did wonders for my confidence.
Enough so that I removed my briefs and set to stroking myself. It took me, oh, 17 seconds to begin that silken slide towards orgasm. I stopped, grabbed my camera, and resumed abusing myself. I quickly learned a lesson known to all pornographers--it's tough to capture the precise moment of climax. I came and that first milky eruption issued forth and I was about half a second late depressing the shutter button. That might've been due to the fact that at that time my brain was awash in endorphins and going "OHHHH BABY YEEEEAHHH!!". But although I missed the first molten spurt there was another, and another, and another, and...another, and I got a few excellent photos of me at the very peak of ecstasy to load onto my laptop and send for the enjoyment of my virtual paramour.
Which she totally loved. And I loved that she loved looking at them. I'll admit that when I went to bed that night a few times I thought "What the hell did I just do?" but eventually that passed. The sheer erotic thrill of taking off my clothes and sending photos of myself to a woman who, I learned later, pleasured herself with a vibrator while viewing them, was intoxicating. I wonder if any of the Charms here feel the same way, that the excitement of sharing nude, explicit photos is a rush that overwhelms whatever fears you might have at being discovered. I'm always grateful to the gorgeous women who share themselves with the world, but I understand in some small way that it ain't always easy making that decision. Heck, my face and name never appeared in those photos, and I was just sharing them with one person, not with the World Wide Web. It takes courage to display yourself as Charms to, and thank goodness they have courage as well as beauty!
I definitely had fun exchanging pics with this busty blonde. So much so that I quickly moved on to videos...