I have a kink thatās hard to explain to most people. Itās not just about being naked ā itās about being seen. Exposed. Turned into something thatās not quite a person anymore... but more like a filthy little trophy.
I send strangers nudes of myself ā raw, slutty, degrading photos ā and I beg them to use them. Not just to jerk off. Thatās too easy.
I want them to keep me. I want them to slide my photo into their wallet like a secret. I want them to make me their phone background, my legs spread wide for every text notification. And when they go a step further?
God, thatās when it gets good.
One man printed out a photo of me on glossy paper and stuck it to his fridge ā right between his k**sā artwork and the weekly grocery list. He sent me a pic of it with the caption: āYouāre family now.ā
Another man framed one of my more explicit shots ā me, bent over, plugged, drooling ā and set it on his office desk like I was his fiancĆ©e. Right next to a coffee mug and a photo of his dog. His coworkers had no idea, and that made it even hotter.
But the best?
One guy told me he was having a get-together ā drinks, music, friends. And right before guests arrived, he cast my photo up on his giant TV. Full screen. Full spread. Lights low, image glowing.
He said nothing. Just let it sit there as people came in and noticed.
Some laughed. Some stared. A few asked who I was. And he just said, āSheās mine.ā
I came so hard when he told me that.
Because this is what I love. To be humiliated. To be displayed. To be owned by strangers in quiet, wicked little ways. I'm not their girlfriend. I'm not even their secret. I'm just the slut in the frame, the whore on the screen, the background they scroll past during meetings.
And I wouldnāt have it any other way.
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