"Don't die before I do" by TheaMaiman
Yoru stood spellbound: she had done it. The stage was set. They had agreed to wait until they both had time to make love at a luxuriously languid pace, and that day had now come.
For many months she had cradled Lorenzo through his needy eyes, laid his voluptuous mind in her virtual lap close to the heat of her sexuality. And at last, she had her phantom voyeur close to her. He called it a photo shoot, but it was the beginning of a rare kind of love in the afternoon.
"At your orders, my dear teacher of love!" Lorenzo said. He doesn't kid while he jokes, he is a serious man with a sense of humour. Yoru realized that her offer of virtually physical lovemaking had been accepted, and she thought to herself: "An Italian man with a good heart and artistic character... it is very attractive."
They had an hour together, he in Europe, Yoru in America, as close as words and images could bring them. Finally she would see his avatar's body, and he would embrace her as a man, not just as sexy text on a screen. Or would he?
"Maybe you could inspire me," Lorenzo whispered, "an Asian girl with a smart brain and a sensual soul .. that is what a man dreams of. Let me photograph your avatar for a special series."
"A photo shoot?" Yoru asked, wondering if he meant it.
"Yes," he answered, "follow me."
He had transported her to a lush island, covering a whole sim, populated with log-fire animations, slithering animals, and a blue waterfall. He stood tall and handsome with wavy auburn hair in a classic cut Italian sports jacket. Yoru was thinking, "Isn't it understood what we are going to do?"
"You look so nice," he offered as they climbed to a flowery meadow overlooking the ocean.
Yoru tried again: "Do you want to shoot pictures or ... swim? What do you want to do, my honey-words Lorenzo?"
"Not enough time for photos," he replied, ignoring her obvious implication, "and I'm not sure how I want to photograph you, whether I want to see you well... half nude... lol, with pink headphones and naked breasts ... I want to know you better before making photos."
"Know me VERY better?" Yoru grinned.
"Yes!"
He played along so beautifully. Sometimes he said a lot, sometimes not much, but what he said was always hot and at the right moment.
"I want you, Yoru, as I have always had you: changing clothes before me, fleetingly, swiftly, uncaring who watches you stripping or whether or not they are quick enough to catch your special offerings, your dripping pearls of secretion like reflected starlight blinking through drifting raindrops falling from between your legs, vanishing into the night, flashing before crashing into the darkness of the earth like liquid comets rushing down from an eternally feminine universe."
Fuck. And that wasn't all he said: "But this time, I have an hour to drown in your flow of love. I want you to change every outfit you have for me, here in this sunny meadow as the butterflies wing by shedding color to adorn your pretty curves. And we shall decide how to photograph you to reveal your subtleties."
Yoru couldn't talk. She knew she must seduce him with her images, and without struggling further she began at the top of her list of outfits in alphabetical order to strip for her voyeur lover.
(Writer's note: still to come: A CAPRICIOUS AFTERNOON (4: The consummate photographic experience & 5: Shibari girlfriend)
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