Well I did clutch my plums! That mouth….You've got me there..I lost my train of thought and couldn't keep going.
Ah, thanks, hon. Glad to know you wouldn't clutch your pearls over receiving that photo.
I feel like @BadAmy would appreciate this whole scenario...
You are delicious.~Eric: Those look delicious. Are you sure those melons are for me to pick up?~
Wait, what? The preview text through me for a loop. There weren't any watermelons or cantaloupes in the produce box available for pick up today. Maybe he had mistaken one of the gourds for melons?
I opened the conversation and felt my stomach drop to the floor. There should have been a photo of a card board box filled with fresh produce from the garden, but instead there was a photo of me in the nude. It was a photo I had taken for Scoundrel, something to tease him while he worked. And now.. my customer had seen it.
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My hands trembled as I tried type back a coherent response.
~JaF: I am so sorry! This is mortifying. The wrong photo sent. Let me send the correct one. Again, I am so sorry.~
It usually takes him some time to respond. But immediately the icon changed to read/typing. My stomach in knots... watching.. my mind twisting and turning about how I had fucked things up.
~Eric: It was a pleasant surprise, so don't worry about it.I'll see you later for the box pick up.~
He..liked..it? The thought was so damn foreign to me. A sense of dread and, maybe anticipation, settled over me. He would be here in an hour.
Plums, you say? I do love the feel of a ripe plum against my lips..
. Hope you like the next one as much, though I still need to write a scene for it.
~ I'll see you later for the box pick up.~
Good morning beautiful.Thank you, Garfield!Been a while since you strolled over here.
Well ok... This time my gaze trailed down your luscious body... Resting on those thighs... Mmmmm... Go ahead and lean back... Leave the rest to me....This got left on the last page so.... here we go, again.
~Eric: Those look delicious. Are you sure those melons are for me to pick up?
Wait, what? The preview text through me for a loop. There weren't any watermelons or cantaloupes in the produce box available for pick up today. Maybe he had mistaken one of the gourds for melons?
I opened the conversation and felt my stomach drop to the floor. There should have been a photo of a card board box filled with fresh produce from the garden, but instead there was a photo of me in the nude. It was a photo I had taken for Scoundrel, something to tease him while he worked. And now.. my customer had seen it.
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Jesus
H
Fucking
Christ.
My hands trembled as I tried type back a coherent response.
~JaF: I am so sorry! This is mortifying. The wrong photo sent. Let me send the correct one. Again, I am so sorry.~
It usually takes him some time to respond. But immediately the icon changed to read/typing. My stomach in knots... watching.. my mind twisting and turning about how I had fucked things up.
~Eric: It was a pleasant surprise, so don't worry about it.
He..liked..it? The thought was so damn foreign to me. A sense of dread and, maybe anticipation, settled over me. He would be here in an hour.
A restless mind.
Well that's one way to wake me up, but I have a feeling Scoundrel would dislike your hands on me.
Fine! Just my mouth then....
Loved it! Kind of wishing I was "Eric" though ...~Eric: Those look delicious. Are you sure those melons are for me to pick up?
Wait, what? The preview text through me for a loop. There weren't any watermelons or cantaloupes in the produce box available for pick up today. Maybe he had mistaken one of the gourds for melons?
I opened the conversation and felt my stomach drop to the floor. There should have been a photo of a card board box filled with fresh produce from the garden, but instead there was a photo of me in the nude. It was a photo I had taken for Scoundrel, something to tease him while he worked. And now.. my customer had seen it.
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Jesus
H
Fucking
Christ.
My hands trembled as I tried type back a coherent response.
~JaF: I am so sorry! This is mortifying. The wrong photo sent. Let me send the correct one. Again, I am so sorry.~
It usually takes him some time to respond. But immediately the icon changed to read/typing. My stomach in knots... watching.. my mind twisting and turning about how I had fucked things up.
~Eric: It was a pleasant surprise, so don't worry about it.
He..liked..it? The thought was so damn foreign to me. A sense of dread and, maybe anticipation, settled over me. He would be here in an hour.
Challenge accepted!Hahaha... alas, only your words can caress and fill me.
Lovely seeing you again. I thought it was the correct photo in my box, but then again, you can continue sending me the ‘wrong’ photo if it is like this one.~Eric: Those look delicious. Are you sure those melons are for me to pick up?
Wait, what? The preview text through me for a loop. There weren't any watermelons or cantaloupes in the produce box available for pick up today. Maybe he had mistaken one of the gourds for melons?
I opened the conversation and felt my stomach drop to the floor. There should have been a photo of a card board box filled with fresh produce from the garden, but instead there was a photo of me in the nude. It was a photo I had taken for Scoundrel, something to tease him while he worked. And now.. my customer had seen it.
View attachment 2254249
Jesus
H
Fucking
Christ.
My hands trembled as I tried type back a coherent response.
~JaF: I am so sorry! This is mortifying. The wrong photo sent. Let me send the correct one. Again, I am so sorry.~
It usually takes him some time to respond. But immediately the icon changed to read/typing. My stomach in knots... watching.. my mind twisting and turning about how I had fucked things up.
~Eric: It was a pleasant surprise, so don't worry about it.
He..liked..it? The thought was so damn foreign to me. A sense of dread and, maybe anticipation, settled over me. He would be here in an hour.
A perfect combination of words and photo.
I may have guessed that already
Well fuck aren’t you delicious, in both mind and body! Color him a fortunate man…
Thank you, but you must remember, I'm crazy as fuck so... he wins some, loses some.
Very hot! Both you and the story!!
