Boudoir Blunder (Patreon)

Taking a trip back into the archives before starting a short little series next week! This had originally been a commission, but I can't repost the photos that he took for it. Instead, I included some boudoir photos from a sexy stud online to post over in the VIP server.

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The pictures were out of my comfort zone from the beginning- I was adamant about that. My friend had gotten a coupon for a boudoir photo shoot service, and she had been pushing me to do it for days. I was her only close friend in a relationship, and she thought my boyfriend would love them. I tried to convince her that my boyfriend was just as shy as I was, but she wouldn’t take no for an answer.

Just to shut her up, I agreed. I planned on just taking a few pictures, and then deleting them once I finished. No harm there. Or so I thought…

The day of the shoot came, and I arrived on time with my heart in my throat. The photographer answered the door and led me inside, and I couldn’t help but stare him down. I loved my boyfriend, but we had both accepted that we’d stare at other men. Especially other men who had nice bodies and salt and pepper hair that drove me crazy.

Inside his living room, there was a day bed against a dark painted wall, and there were balloons and other props covering a side table across from it.

"Let’s go ahead and get you to strip to your underwear, and we can decide which props you want." 

He said it so casually, but I guess he dealt with this all day. I, on the other hand, was mortified. How could I get almost naked in front of this stranger who was already starting to make my dick quiver in my boxers?

Shaking that thought from my head, I decided that I just had to bite the bullet. Pulling my t-shirt over my head and kicking off my shoes, I stood half-naked as he began setting up. His indifference helped a little, and I was able to push my pants to the ground and step out of them.

"Perfect- what theme do you want?"

"Uhh…"

"Do you want me to pick?"

"Yes."

"Then go and sit in the center of that day bed."

Doing as told, I let him surround me in balloons that almost covered up my nearly naked body. There were still small glimpses of my exposed body, but not enough for my heart to pound even faster.

"Here is the final touch."

With nimble fingers, he tied a mask around my eyes. If I was with my friends, I’d make some Batman joke and laugh it off. But now, as I was alone, I couldn’t hide how erotic it surprisingly made me feel.

He walked back to his camera and began taking a few shots, but he didn’t seem pleased.

"It’s the underwear- it’s showing up too much under that bottom balloon. Sorry man- just not sexy enough." 

I tried to think of some funny retort to say to ease the tension, but I didn’t have the chance. He stepped forward, grabbed the bottom of my boxers, and effortlessly pulled them off of my body. One second ago, I’d at least had one last shred of my dignity, but now there was nothing but a see-through balloon separating my cock from the camera.

And it was growing harder as I kept reliving him tearing my underwear off of me. He threw them to the floor as if it had been no big deal, but I couldn’t get over his strength and how easy it had been for him to strip me.

"There- keep that face."

I didn’t realize that my face had changed, but I wondered if the camera was picking up how turned on I’d gotten. I was getting into it now, and he had me move into various poses. In one, I sat on the back of the daybed, and his hand was mere centimeters away from my cock as he positioned a balloon just so.

It wasn’t until I left his studio in a daze and got back to my car that I processed everything that had happened. I’d just gotten naked for a stranger and posed for pictures. My naked body would soon be plastered across his computer screen as he chose the best shots to send to my email.

Turning the key in the ignition, my car wasn’t the only thing revving up as I headed home.

Later:

Exactly a week later, I received a set of test shots to make sure that I was okay with the lighting and photo editing. It gave me a rush to see those photos, and I still couldn’t believe that I’d gotten the courage to do that.

The message had come in as I was getting ready for work, and as I perched on my bed scrolling back and forth between them, I didn’t even notice how much time I’d wasted. Scrambling now, I finished getting dressed and barreled out the door. Getting into my car, I knew that I couldn’t wait to send them to Connor, my boyfriend. He had no idea that I’d taken these, and I knew that I couldn’t sit on this secret long. If I didn’t send them to him now, I wouldn’t be able to focus on anything at work.

Pasting them into the message box, I pulled out into the road.

Siri, send message to Connor.

Sending message to contacts.

It took a couple of seconds for my brain to process what the computerized voice said. I used Siri for everything, and by now, I never even worry about the possibility of her making a mistake… but this wasn’t a mistake. This was a tragedy.

At the next stop sign, I grabbed my phone to see what I’d done. Instead of sending the message to Connor, those two pictures had been sent to everyone in my contacts. Since I’d gotten a new phone, I’d whittled down my contact list, but that still meant that 87 people had boudoir photos of me in their inbox.

I was fucked- the messages had already started pouring in, and there was no damage control now. Defeated, I just kept driving to work with the phone almost constantly vibrating on the stand beside me…