Page 12 of Sexting the Don

After a few attempts that make me laugh at myself, I finally find a pose that feels natural yet alluring, holding the phone high enough to capture just the right angle.

After a few deep breaths, I press the shutter button. The camera clicks, capturing the moment. I look at the photo, my cheeks flushing with both embarrassment and pride.

It's subtly sexy, and I decide it’s enough to catch his interest without being over the top.

I attach the photo to a message, my heart pounding as I hit send.

Hope you like it, Mr. Martelli. I press send, holding my breath, half-expecting him to shut this down.

To my relief, the response doesn't take long. This time, his reply comes with a different tone, more playful and clearly pleased.

Now, another. And I want this one to be … less inhibited.

A smile spreads across my face, my earlier embarrassment melting away into excitement. He’s into it, and so am I.

Feeling bolder and more confident, I reply,Let’s see what I can do …

His words ignite a mixture of excitement and nerves in me. I pause, questioning how bold I'm willing to be. The thrill of pushing my limits wins out, and I go for it.

I adjust my top to a more suggestive angle and, with a racing heart, snap a bolder photo, this time showing off a bit of cleavage. I check it—sexy but classy—and send it off before I can chicken out.

Enzo responds quickly, his enthusiasm unmistakable.

Good. But I want even less inhibited than that.

A cold spike of fear runs through me when I realize what he means.

He wants downright nudity.

Am I ready? I could easily tell Enzo that I won’t do anything like that.

The more I consider the matter, however, the more fun it seems.

So, I decide to split the difference. I step over to the mirror, phone in hand, and take a deep breath.

When I’m ready, I pull my tank top down just a bit, enough for one of my breasts to come out. Then, I cup it with my hand, covering my nipple with one finger. I grab my phone and snap a pic before I lose my nerve.

This better?

I’m nearly beside myself with nervousness, having just done something far more scandalous and out of my comfort zone than what’s normal for me.

Relief washes over me when the text bubbles appear.

Not bad. But you’re blocking my perfect view.

Oh boy. Enzo must’ve sensed the hesitation, and now he’s telling me to give him what he wants or to quit wasting his time.

I’m nervous, but more than that, I’m excited. There’s something about him that makes me want to obey. So, with a hard swallow, I step back over to the mirror. I pull down my top once more, exposing my bare breast.

The shutter clicks, and I quickly hit send before I have second thoughts, not even taking a moment to look at the picture. Just like that, the seal is broken—I’ve sent my first nude.

Gorgeous. Now, take your top off.

His approval sends a wave of hot arousal through my body, my pussy clenching. I don’t waste any time. I take off my top and toss it aside, leaving me in nothing but my skimpy sleeping shorts.

I’m feeling bolder, my nerves melting away by the second. When I’m ready, I step over to the mirror once again, putting my hand on my hip and cocking it to the side. My breasts are on full display, and I snap the photo.

This time, I glance down. I look … good. Like, really hot. I’ve always been proud of my body from a fitness standpoint, but I’ve never paid much attention to my looks from an erotic perspective. But now I see they’re one and the same. My legs are well-toned, my middle is trim, and my boobsare full and perky.

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