He stood, hovering his cock over me like a prize.
I knelt in front of him, one hand on my left thigh, the other extended.
Reaching up, I take him into my mouth and place a down payment of my gratitude,
in hopes that he will find it worthy enough to redeem.
Posting this image didn’t come easy to me. I hesitated not because of Sir being in the photo. He gave me his permission long ago to post a photo of him. But you see more of me and that is where I feel my level of comfort is threatened. I am still, after 27 years, working on feeling comfortable in my own skin. It took a great deal of progress for me to get to this point in my life, and I feel I have to give it particular attention. And it’s not because my Sir likes how I look, or that my husband loves me as I am, or even all the positive feedback I received from last week. I’m posting this photo because I actually like this image, and I am proud of it, in every form. Also, for so long, I have been completely physically anonymous until about last week. I hope this does not come back to bite me on the ass.