I love that you photograph beautiful women. I respect your creativity and I’m impressed by your skill. I’m proud to be with someone who chased his dream and caught it. And above all else, I find your profession oh so sexy.
I know I’m not what you’re used to. You’re used to being with women who are jealous of the models you photograph. They pretend to be okay with your photography only to become insecure and angry when they see your photos. I’m not like those other women. I’m not pretending. I’m not jealous. Quite the contrary, I want you to want the model you’re photographing. And after you’re done, I want you to come home and tell me all about it.
I want you to greet me by telling me how sexy your model was. Tell me about her every curve as you run your hands over mine. Tell me how your pulse raced when you watched her undress while you undress me. Tell me how your dick got hard when she began posing for you as you rub my clit. I’ll be so wet and ready for you. I’ll be so inviting.
But I don’t want you to give me what I want. Not right away. Tease me a little. Ask me if I want to know what you wish you could’ve done to her. Ask me if I want you to show me. The answer will be yes. I’ll beg you to tell me all about it. I’ll beg you to show me how you wanted to take her.
I don’t want you to stop talking about her. Bend me over and tell me that’s they way you wished you could fuck her. Fuck me hard. Use me to get out your sexual frustration. I want to feel that frustration with every thrust. I want you to tell me how much you wish I were her. It’ll make me cum so intensely that I’ll collapse, trembling as waves of pleasure wash over me. But don’t take mercy on me. Thrust hard into me for however long you need and then pull out and spray your cum all over my ass.
But sadly, when I’ve told you what I want, you won’t play along. You tell me you don’t see the models that way. You say that when you’re photographing them you’re only thinking of how to pose them to make them the most appealable. You claim it’s the eureka moment that turns you on. That moment when everything suddenly comes together in your mind and you know how you’re going to shoot. You tell me I’m the only one who turns you on. You’re only thinking of me.
I don’t believe you. I don’t believe you stopped noticing attractive women when you met me. I don’t believe that you don’t get even the tiniest little thrill from photographing half-naked women. You must get turned on every once in awhile.
Let’s compromise. Let me be your assistant at your upcoming body glitter shoot. I promise I’ll be on my best behavior. I won’t give any indication of how turned on I am watching you interact with the model. She won’t have any idea that my pussy is tingling as I watch you apply the gems to her body. I hope her nipples get hard when you help her apply the rhinestone pasties. hope she enjoys getting lathered with baby oil. If I’m a good girl, maybe you’ll let me help.
I’ll fade into the background, but my mind will wander. I’ll fantasize about how nice it would be to share her with you. To explore her body together and work as a team to pleasure her. We could run our hands over her milk chocolate skin. Take turns kissing her full lips. We could each play with one of her pendulous breasts, sucking on her nipples while she rubs each of our heads and moans. I want to lie there holding her, playing with her body as you fuck her and finger me.
I’ll be thinking dirty thoughts, but she’ll never be able to tell. I promise that I’ll remain professional. I’ll help you in any way I can. She’ll never think of me as anything other than your assistant.
But as soon as she leaves, I want you naked and inside me. I want you to use me to fuck your frustrations away. You don’t have to tell me you’re thinking about her. I’ll know and that’ll be good enough.