Sensuality Through the Lens

Bare It Beautifully With Sensual Selfies

 

I like taking sensual selfies of myself. It turns me on when I expose myself in alluring underwear and pose. Sure, a naked chick is much more appealing, but what turned me on the most about taking pics was how to reconcile eroticism with subtlety. That is why I put together a selection of outfits with varying levels of sensuality. Once, under the influence of an erotic story, I disguised myself as a schoolgirl. A short mini skirt, an unbuttoned white blouse, and knee-high socks. Plus, sharp makeup. The effect was overwhelming. I was even wondering whether I should upload these photos to some free galleries, but I was afraid that if someone from work accidentally found these photos, I would be finished.

 Sexy Self-Captures: Capturing Sensual Selfies

I used to work as a bank specialist and my boss, a blonde man in his late 40s, was very conservative. More than once, I have heard him having a discussion with my colleagues from the department, openly criticizing any porn, sex stories, or erotic photos. I didn’t want to imagine his reaction if he accidentally found photos of one of his employees. Due to his orthodox views, we joked more than once that maybe he is not just into naked girls and plays in the second tier. However, as you know, we tried not to let him hear such remarks.

That day I wanted to begin capturing sensual selfies, especially since I found a website where you could upload your photos and the program automatically blurred your face. I was in a pretty sexy mood, so I put on some heavy make-up and wore fishnet stockings and black high heels. Disguised and ready to play, I set the camera on a tripod and started taking sexy pics. With each photo taken, I was getting more and more excited, so at one point I took the vibrator out of the nightstand and put it in my pussy. I started to pose and at the same time satisfy myself. When I felt I was about to cum, I stopped playing and took the vibrator out of my pussy. I didn’t want to finish just yet; I wanted to have more fun when I was capturing sensual selfies.

Capturing Sensual Selfies: Sexy Self-Photography

I took the camera and connected it to my laptop. As I started capturing sensual selfies, I saw that I had an unread email from my boss. He recalled a meeting with a key client scheduled for tomorrow morning and asked for a presentation. Instinctively, I wrote back and attached the file. I sent a message and took care of the pics. I was distracted from work by the sound of the telephone. “Yes, I’m listening,” I answered, not even looking at the display.

“If you plan such a presentation for tomorrow, I suspect that the clients will be ours.” I heard the boss’s voice, unusually low. I could also hear his rapid breathing.

“I’m glad that you enjoyed it,” I replied, not yet sure why he was making a big deal about my work.

“I never thought that you had such a talent, Jordyn,” he continued, his breath quickening. I frowned. There was something wrong here. Before I asked what was going on, my eyes caught the e-mail. More precisely, the sent folder. I felt my heart in my throat. Attached to the email was a photo of me capturing sensual selfies with my butt out towards the camera. Not only that, but a vibrator was sticking out of my pussy.

The Beauty of Sensual Self-Photography

“Boss, I’m so sorry. This is so unprofessional of me,” I stuttered, my heart racing with anxiety.

He laughed, and I heard a faint, repetitive sound in the background of our call as he continued, “I must tell you that the erotic photos are quite tempting.” His breathing was fast, almost animalistic. It occurred to me that my boss was jerking off to my erotic selfies. The unfinished caresses of the pussy pulsed with redoubled strength. Although the situation was bizarre, I reached for the vibrator and put it in my pussy. I switched the phone to speaker and started rubbing my clit with my other hand. I’m glad that my boss liked me capturing sensual selfies. I moaned and cried out as I pleasured myself, causing his panting to intensify.

“Such an appetizing pussy is wasted with a vibrator,” he growled. I bit my lip sharply, feeling the approaching orgasm. “I’d like to put it inside and show you that a real dick is much better. You like it from behind, right? You would feel me pounding you until I finally cum on your saucy lips.” That last mental image must have pushed him over the edge because I heard a loud grunt and moan from the phone. On my own, with the remnant of my consciousness, I noticed that he had hung up. When I cooled down after orgasm, I found an SMS from my boss on my phone. “Tomorrow, after the meeting, we will test a few variants of a presentation.”

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