I’ve been looking so long at these pictures of you
That I almost believe that they’re real
I’ve been living so long with my pictures of you
That I almost believe that the pictures are
All I can feel
Standing quiet in the rain
As I ran to your heart to be near
And we kissed as the sky fell in
Holding you close
How I always held close in your fear
-The Cure, Pictures of You
I’ve been looking so long at this picture of your silky smooth body, Miss Touchy.
I really want to violate it. Not the picture; your body.
Remember when you sent me that selfie? That one? That really dirty one. Oh my, you have no idea what it did to me.
I grabbed at my cock through my pants when I saw you. I couldn’t help it. The vision of you made my dick come to life. One pulse, then another, then another, and before you know it I held a hard cock in my hands, with just my jeans blocking me from having access to it.
I couldn’t stop there. I was way past the point of having control over this situation now. Sliding my hand sideways along the length of myself, from base to tip, it just felt too good. Besides, nobody is looking and my zipper is right there.
Pulling out my cock and staring at you, then another message, this one so much more personal. Your eyes now, and I’m just done for.
Stroking myself to the idea of being inside your warmth, forcing you to cum so hard, that your vision of who I am as a man will forever be solidified. I need to see you cum first, so I tell you, to touch for me. And you do, when you see this hard thick healthy cock I hold, stroking it in a motion GIF.
You buckle and beg me to cum.
I allow it, because I can’t hold on much longer.
I look at my pictures of you one more time, Miss Touchy, and I release.
Oh how I love my pictures of you.