“We should make some porn.”
I say it casually, as I take a sip from my mug, waiting for his response. His eyes flash and his lip curls slightly.
He’s intrigued and leans forward towards the webcam. His voice drops a quarter octave and he smirks.
“Tell me more.”
“Oh, I dunno. But wouldn’t it be hot? Between us we have all the gear and I’m sure we can find an opportunity. Or if not video, maybe you could just take some pictures of me.”
He shifts in his seat and sips his water, thinking.
“It’s an interesting suggestion from someone so camera shy.” That smirk is going absolutely nowhere.
I squirm in my seat, enjoying how cool he’s being, watching him, knowing he knows that I know that he is aware that I’m uncomfortable, but in a fun way. I blush but I want to keep talking about it. Words feel hard to muster.
“I guess I just want to see what you see.” I’m mortified that my voice is so small and my cheeks are so hot.
He nods and sips his water again. The silence is perfectly comfortable but charged. My eyes drop and he clears his throat. I look at him again.
“What would you want me to shoot? Tell me what you want seen.”
I shiver almost imperceptibly, mind racing. The thought of being naked or in the throes of passion as the subject of his camera, a gifted eye trained on my form, directing, or maybe more candid and inconspicuous, the thought of being looked at, the thought of being seen, takes my breath away.
“It’s hard to explain. I just want to see what you see. It’s so hard to see myself clearly, if that makes sense?”
“It does.” He smiles with his eyes and I relax a bit.
“My body has been such a source of emotional agony for so much of my life, I guess I just want a safe way to celebrate it and enjoy it, but with a way to retain and remember that feeling so I can keep it with me.”
“That settles it, I’ll make sure to pack all the photo gear. Help Daddy remember please, Sweetie.”
I nod, smiling. He gets it, I knew he would.
“You’re cute when you blush. I’m definitely going to capture that on film.”