Polaroid Stories

In the weeks that followed, Serena spent almost every night with me. We did little sleeping, often making love several times in the span of a few hours. I quickly grew exhausted. Clothes hung looser on my already thin frame. I also did a poor job of fulfilling my duties as associate pastor, for I was constantly distracted by memories of my first lover. They played in my mind like an endless pornographic movie reel. I coul...

They're always so eager to please. Unappreciated at home, my camera offers freedom. Desirability. Purpose. In matching pumpkin underwear, this one's fully embraced the season. Stunning. "Ease down the straps…" Click-whirr. "Perfect. Cup them." Click-whirr. "Touch yourself… "More." The sheets rustle, wavy locks swishing, hand digging into desire-stained underwear, losing herself. I approach. Watch. Her climax crests. She g...