Lessons Learned From Letting My Lover Take Photos of Me

And by photos of me, I mean photos of me ‘in flagrante delicato.’ Photos of us, in bed together. Ok, photos of me. My body. Naked. Very vulnerable.

When I started getting to know my boyfriend Benjamin, he and his wife Mia were happy to share sexy photos with me. They agreed I could share a photo or two with William. He thought that was hot. He also thought it was super sweet. It’s the kind of extra full disclosure polyamory we both prefer to practice. That night before we fell asleep, we had a great talk about how much I was starting to like Benjamin and how excited I was to finally see him in the next week or two.

His mind must have been churning all night, because when we woke up and turned to each other for some morning lovin’ he asked me,

“Where’s your phone?” I handed him the phone and he asked, “Would you like some photos to send to your new friends? I’d really love to take some!”

I laughed, because I knew he also wanted photos for himself, and he blushingly admitted, of course. By now, he was straddling my warm naked body on the bed, his beautiful chest and abs a gorgeous vision. He angled the camera just so, took a few shots, deleted them, tried again. I could tell he had a specific vision for this artistic creation and I just let him work, following directions as…