Well, the day had finally come. Here you were, standing in front of a
camera, getting your picture taken. Except, of course, it wasn’t at any
studio. Time for the old home photo album. You and your lover had talked
about it for some time, after you had admitted to him that you enjoyed
looking at the women in the men’s magazines, like Playboy, and Penthouse.
But, you had told him, they seemed a little tame, and that you got more
excited and envious when you were looking at the more graphic pictures in
Hustler. The ones where the women would hold their pussy open and show the
pinkness inside. For some reason, it looked more fun.
You were just talking about it, when he suggested that he take some
pictures of you. “No,” you told him, “I don’t think I could do that.
…End of the part1. To be continued..
