“You want to do a photo in your red underwear for my February Photofest?”
There are some photos that I’d really rather have taken myself. Photography is my favourite kind of foreplay. Alas, distance gets in the way of some of my creative ambitions! But stirring on a Saturday morning and finding a beautiful hard cock sent across the miles and time zones as I slept was a welcome wake-up call.
“Crop and edit as necessary,” said the accompany message.
So I took matters into my own hands. In more ways than one. It was a lovely start to the weekend.