“Get up on your hands and knees.”
“Like this?” I inquired.
As he guided the camera on its tripod, he asked me, “What would you do with your body if I asked to be ready for me?”
I arched my back a bit, and leaned forward some.
“No…if I were going to stick my cock into you…what would you do, how would you be…you’d push your hips into the air…”
“Oh…I get it…”
I leaned as far down as I could, pressing my face into the quilt, arching my back until it almost hurt, pushing my hips into the air.
He guided my legs apart so that my pussy was exposed. I could feel the cool air from the ceiling fan, and it made those warmest parts of me tingle.
“That’s what you’d do.”
And I heard the camera click.
I consider this bed to be like an island…on it, the rest of the world goes away…the stress, the shit, the to do’s. This is where I go to simply let the world melt away. There is no TV in our bedroom, only quiet. We go here to sleep and to make love and to fuck. That is all.