The Picture Game – Who can get more nude photos of strangers, him or her?

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The Picture Game

Who can get more nude photos of strangers, him or her?

I read something online that I just had to try. My wife, Katy, and I were not very much into sexual experimentation, but this was just too hard to pass up. The story was that during a game of Truth Or Dare, a guy had to take a picture of any girl’s boobs — any female except the one he was there with.

A couple days ago in the grocery store, I told Katy that it was easier for a girl to make a physical connection with a guy than it was for guys to get physical with a girl. That usually, most women have their pick of any guy they want, and guys that aren’t very physically attractive only get the desperate girls. She firmly disagreed. She said she wasn’t desperate when she chose me, and I think she was just trying to save face now. Neither of us are really at that much to look at, just average, in both face and body.

We continued this discussion throughout the store, to the car, until I asked her to pull into the nearest fast-food restaurant. She looked at me kind of odd, but pulled into the next Burger King. We just got fries and drinks just to have something on the table. We went back and forth for a while about what gender has an easier time of getting a mate, or into the other’s clothes.

I had been working on this in my head for a while, and now was the time to spring it. I told her that we needed to have a bet. There were about an equal number of of men and women in the seating area. I said that we would each take turns talking to one or two people of the opposite gender. I would ask as many women as I dared ask if they would go down the hall into the family restroom with me, and if they would use my cell phone to take a nude picture of me. Well, not totally nude, just my junk, from my waist to my knees.

That’s all — no sex, no touching, just a picture, and on my own phone. But, every woman that I spoke to would be rated by Katy on her looks. She would keep a count of the “good, medium, and ewww” looks, and whether or not any of them took me up on my deal. On the other side of the coin, Katy would also do the same experimenting to see how the numbers added up. The picture taken would be a little higher — just her boobs.

She said that we should try a few different places to make sure that we don’t raise any suspicions of people there. But she also asked what else was allowed. I wasn’t really sure what to say. We went back and forth, and decided that asking for a picture of the other person would be OK, just not anything further than the picture they took of us. What about any touching? This was already a bit of a ‘dare’ situation, and we really did not know how far things would possibly go. BUT, we had to say what we were really up to. And we had to point out our spouse.

Well, 100% truth wasn’t needed, but we had to stick close to the truth. I could not believe this! She was up for it, and was even interested in mixing it up a little. I wasn’t really sure that I was fine with her fucking someone else, I never thought that would happen. We finally agreed that it was legal to touch, fondle, lick, etc – but no sex. Specifically, a cock entering a pussy was a no-no. Suddenly, I was no longer interested in our discussion, I just wanted to see what kind of trouble I could talk some girls into.

Katy said that since it was my idea, I should go first. She had a funny smirk on her face — and I knew that look. It said I was wrong, and that she was going to enjoy watching me fail. I was sure determined to get some pictures now!

I went to go get a soda refill, surveying the faces for a likely candidate. Locating target #1, I sat down at the table next to hers. I was so incredibly nervous! Shaking off the stutters, I said ‘Hi,’ then got down to it.

I said “OK, this is really weird, but my wife and I have a bet going. She’s right over there (pointing to her as she waved our way), and I was wondering if you could help me with our odd bet.”

As I got the whole first sentence out, I calmed down a bit. She just looked at me weird, looked back at Katy a few times, then looked back to me, shrugging her shoulders and said “OK, why not? I’m up for a bit of weird today. What do you want?”

I took a deep breath, looking at the table. Looking slightly embarrassed, I looked back into her eyes. “Can you take a picture of my with my cell phone?” She looked at me weird for a moment.

“No, not like that. Not my face. Can you come with me to family restroom, stand across the room from me, and take a partially nude picture of me?”

I think I shocked the hell out of her, she couldn’t talk for a moment. She just looked back and forth between Katy and me. I guess what was going on finally worked itself out in her head — she just got mad, called me “a sick fucking pig” and stomped outside. I never did see her again.

Feeling kind of depressed because of the turn-down, but kind of turned on by even just asking, I went back to my table. Now I got to watch her take her turn. She looked kind of nervous like I did. She skipped the wandering method I had used, and she went directly to one table like she had been studying the room.

Watching her, I could tell Katy was only being a little bit flirty. They both waved at me and I waved back, and started ‘the looks list’ for her. This guy was starting to look at her and me both a bit oddly. But after only about 2 minutes, she looks back at me and winks. Suddenly the guy decided he was done eating, and they both got up. After dumping off his tray, the both just turned towards the family restroom. I could have sworn that she stuck her tongue out at me right before she closed and locked the door.

After five minutes, I was starting to wonder what the hell was going on, they both finally came out. He went right out the door, and she came back to the table with me and slid her phone to me as she sat down. Looking at the list of photos, it turns out that he took 4 pictures of her. Her grin sure said she was enjoying the flash! The next one was a surprise though. It was a picture of a cock, and it wasn’t mine. She saw the shocked look on me face and said “Hey, it’s fine — I asked him if I could get one of him, and he gladly obliged.” Well, I couldn’t complain — rules are rules. But I didn’t ask about anything further.

Since we didn’t want to make a scene and possibly get in trouble, it was time to move on. In the same shopping center, there was also a few larger retail chain stores. It was my turn again, and I thought that the Linens-n-Things was a good bet for lots of women, one of whom might be interested. We both wandered around for a while, getting a feel for the store, the customers, and more importantly, finding the restroom section. Lucky for me, it was a quick search — just two sections away from the restrooms we saw an fairly good looking woman flipping through the bulk fabric. She looked kind of bored, so I thought that I had an even better chance. I did spot a wedding ring though. First thing to pop into my head was the hope that she was looking for something to spice up the afternoon. Katy moved off to start the grading while I moved in on the attack.

The last time, my approach didn’t go so well, so maybe a different routine would help. “Hi, I have a bit of an odd request, and I was hoping you could help me out.” She didn’t catch all of it, she seemed like she was in another world. Wow, I thought, maybe she’s just looking for a little bit of excitement to kill off the boredom.

She gave me an embarrassed kind of grin, shook her head, and said “I’m sorry, I’m not really all ‘there’ right now. What did you say?” I repeated myself, and I could see the interest in her face right away. “Sure, why not?”

YES! “Great,” I replied, “ummm, well, I don’t really know how to say this, so I will just blurt it out. My wife Katy is over there watching us. Ya, that is her waving. I want to get some pictures of me for the wallpaper on her cell phone, but I don’t want it to have that goofy pics that have the flash glare of a mirror, and me missing an arm. Could you please take a few pictures of me with this phone?”

She seemed to be trying to decide if I was some type of freak, glancing between Katy and me. After thinking it over for about 10 seconds, she said “Sure, why the hell not. Here, hand me the phone.” I hesitated and made a little show of looking around, then acted relieved when I saw the family restroom just a few paces away.

“Hey, we shouldn’t have the camera going out in public like this, how about we head into that restroom over there? I would feel a lot less awkward.” She stopped to think, but I guess the excitement won out. She said OK, so we both headed over.

Once we got in, I locked the door, and at the same time I pointed to the button to start the camera. She got it running, moving it around and checking buttons to get a feel for it. Making my move while she was distracted, I walked to the other side of the room while I took off my shirt and un-did my belt. As soon as she looked up, her jaw unhinged and her mouth hung open.

I could read what was going through her mind. I said “See? I might get in a tiny bit of trouble outside this room if I did this. It’s for my wife’s phone, and this is they type she wants. Good time for ground rules…” Then I gave her a once over of the rules, adding I wouldn’t touch her without her permission. She was still a bit uneasy, but she was game.

She thought about it again, then got a huge grin. Saying “I saw you looking at my ring — don’t worry about that, we’re separated. You know what though… what the hell. This could be fun!” then snapped a quick full-body shot.

Undoing my jeans quickly, I let them slide down a tiny bit, and pulled out my cock out. Giving a couple quick rubs wasn’t doing the trick for me though. “Dammit, this is supposed to be a good cock shot, not the limp guy.” Still grinning, and now biting her tongue, she walked over to me and grabbed ahold of my dick. A couple of squeezes from her and I was now completely ready! She turned around, walked back to the sink, shaking her ass at me.

Keeping her eyes glued on my cock, she took about 3 more, then said “one last one, and it’s a close-up.” Coming back over to me, she lightly grabbed my dick, and got down on her knees in front of me. Moving around a bit, she pulled my pants down, got the picture she wanted, and stood up, handing me the phone.

I was sad to see the moment passing, so I tried for Part 2 before the mood was gone. “Hey, since you’re obviously enjoying yourself here, did you want to get a bit more risque? This one is for me, not my wife. Can I get a picture of you flashing your boobs to me? No face, no clothes, no ring, just a close-up of uncovered boobs.” I kept eying the front of her shirt, wondering what kind of goodies were hiding.

Grinning, she told me “why the hell not? It’s just a flash.” And she did just that. She kept staring at my cock, watching it react to her movements. One at a time, the shirt’s spaghetti straps and bra straps over her shoulders came off, and she pulled her arms free. Down came the rest of the shirt, pushed down bunching up around her stomach. Closing her eyes, she slowly pulled down the bra, and her breasts came free, pushing out to the sides a little bit, but still perking up nicely. Breathing kind of heavy, her hands came up and massaged the firm globe. The fingers came around front, rubbing around the small brown aerola, as they quickly tightened up, pointing at me. I realized that I was just staring and not taking pictures!

As promised, I got just boobs, and damn it was a nice view. She finally opened her eyes and said “OK, stop for a minute” so I pointed the phone down, thinking I was done. But no. “Just one more picture” she breathed. She got down on her knees and moved forward, pushing into my legs. One hand came up to hold the phone away from us, and the other hand grabbed my cock, which immediately became rock hard. Slowly, she wrapped her lips around the head of my cock and rubbed her tongue all over it.

She grabbed my other hand and make me hold one breast. As I moved my hand down to squeeze the offered nipple, she gasped, then shoved her mouth down on my cock, burying the head in the back of her throat for what seemed an impossible amount of time. I don’t know how she managed to breathe, but I was beyond caring. With her free hand, she massaged my balls while she inhaled me, from the tip of my dick, lightly scraping her teeth on the shaft, and burying her nose in my belly, rolling the cockhead around the tight entrance of her throat. I have never had a deepthroat blowjob like this — I could not stop myself from cumming.

All I could do is grunt and groan, my hand tightening on her breast, feeling a rock-hard nipple between two of my fingers. My whole body shook as I felt all the energy in me shoot out into her mouth. I felt her use my cock like a sucker, her hand pulsing on my balls, working every ounce of cum out of me. Before I was ready for it, she pulled back, took my tool out of her mouth and started rubbing it across both breasts, tickling the head on her nipples, then cradled my cock between them.

She finally let go of my phone hand. Breathing heavy, she got out “take one last picture, hurry up.” I could barely hold my hand steady enough to see, and my legs shaking made it even worse. As soon as the camera flashed, she started directly into my eyes, and put just the head of my cock between her lips, and I could feel her tongue move all over it. Slowly pulling it back out, she smiled “I just wanted to make sure I got all of it.”

Our bodies shaking and minds numb, we managed to get dressed and compose ourselves before walking back out of the restroom. We got back to where we started, and she shocked me by saying “Thanks so much for letting me have some fun. Today was boring as hell, and this was quite unexpected. Hope your wife enjoys your pictures!” And she turned and left, gone before I could gather my wits and thank her for helping me.

Now that the buzz in my head was wearing off, I realized that I didn’t know where Katy had run off to. Actually, I had no idea how long I had been gone. On rubbery legs, I started walking around to try to find her. Just a few moments later, I heard her call me. Turning around, I saw her coming through the doors to the warehouse area. A store employee came through the doors a second later, looking frazzled, with messed up hair, and his uniform in disarray. With the look on her face, I immediately knew that she got some more pictures too, but that other guy’s look said she got more than that.

Once she got close enough, I turned and walked with her towards the front door, both of us silent until we got outside. In a slightly odd voice, she said “I heard what was going on in there. At first I was mad, but I trusted you to follow the rules. You took so long, I decided to get some pictures while you were busy. Well, I got pictures also. I didn’t think being naughty like this would be so much of a rush. But I need my pussy filled, and you’re the only one that can do that. We need to get home now!”

Right before we got in the car to go home, she looked at me over the roof and asked “So, tomorrow do we go to Home Depot or Best Buy?”

Erotic Fiction

Recently I have started writing erotic fiction.  I have always wanted to get into the porn business, but the picture and video type has such a huge negative stigma attached to it.  Writing is fairly anonymous, has a lower risk threshold, and is easier to keep the wife from worrying about “fringe benefits” that the other type could involve.

Erotic fiction is porn for the brain.  You get to escape the images forced on you by movies and pictures.  Everyone can look exactly the way you want them to.  You can even substitute some faces and bodies that you know for the people in the stories.  In movies, it always seems like the camera is not really part of the action – you are always an audience to the events.  In stories, most are written first person, so most everything is happening from the personal perspective.

I saw on a message board that someone had posted a dirty story, and I didn’t see until later that I knew the email address it came from.  Out of boredom, I had read the story, and was surprised that it had captured my interest in a way I had not known for years.  I thought this was like the stories you read in porn magazines, only in ways that were believable.  I was intrigued.  I looked around some more and found that the same email address had posted other stories too.  Hooked, I went and looked up other websites that offer stories to read.  I read A LOT of them.

Not too long after that, without thinking I was doing it, I started coming up with story ideas in my mind.  To make the voices go away, I wrote down what I was thinking.  Then I couldn’t stop.  It’s like trying to dam a small stream by standing in the middle of it.  That only works for a bit.  Then it pools up and ends up finding another way out.  I couldn’t stop the story.  I had to finish the words I had started.  Once I finished the first one (and going over it a few times to fix stuff), I felt relieved.  It was out of my system.  Or so I thought.  Once I got the first one done, there were suddenly five more bursting at the seams!  Dammit!  Well, out they came.

Once the dam on the little river had finished bursting, I felt better.  I thought I was done.  Just to see if anyone else thought they were any good, I conned my wife into reading them, having her think that they were from someone else.  Surprisingly to me, she liked them.  Wow, was she ever shocked when she found they were from me.  Since then I have signed up for a site that hosts them for me so many others can read them too.  I’ve actually got good responses, and encouraged to do more.

Since I’m still new at this, I’m not really all that good, but I do think I am improving.  I have an account at Literotica.com like many other aspiring dirty authors do.  Since everything that I write is copywrited to me, I still have the “rights” to it, just like we have here at WordPress.com.

The bad part about this writing is that I can’t tell many people about it.  It’s like regular porn – only a select few people can know about it so that not everyone thinks I’m a freak.  I know one person in my family that has done some porn that contain movies.  MANY people know about it, and they all talk behind her back about how gross/funny/wrong/etc that it is.  I don’t really care!!!  I would rather not see the video(s?) with her, but I have no problems that she has done them.  But the stigma is there.  She will always be the one people talk about with “remember when she did porn?”  And I really don’t see that happening in a good way.  I just write stories.  No big deal, right?  It’s easy enough for someone to not pay attention to the author name on it.

You should really head over to http://www.literotica.com.  Your brain will thank you for it.

Drity Stories

Are they really just stories, or are they pornography for the brain?  Different strokes for different folks, they say.

I have tried my hand at writing some of them and have come to limited success, but only according to random people online.  So my value as a “smut author” (as I have been called for writing these stories) is entirely based on the opinions of a few dozen readers on a few websites that cater to these types of stories.

On these same adult story websites, I have read through a number of other stories and was actually rather disappointed in what I found.  With a few exceptions, there were roughly a dozen or so primary concepts, and all were written about the same type of way.  The physical aspects of the characters were usually about the same, and the primary difference was just in the names these people had.  This lack of originality was one of the factors that encouraged me to try to write some myself.  Looking back, I think some of the negative reviews I received was because I broke away from “the norm” several times.  Not all the women had blonde or red hair, nor did they all wear 44DDD bras.  Not all the men were massively muscled, or had an exotic accent, or a 18 inch long, 3 inch thick “love tool.”  Fine, they weren’t porn actors / actresses, the were not surgically enhanced, they were just, ummm, seemingly normal people.  Some variations would be nice.

All that aside (like me bitching about bad reviews), I am still kind of curious as to why written porn is not looked down upon as much as visual porn (pictures & movies).  From the stories that have the best reviews from the most people, my “normal people, mostly normal sex” stories was too boring.  The best reviews come from the ones relating to rape, incest, bondage, hypnotism, and orgies.  Visual depictions of these same subjects are usually regarded as some of the least politically correct topics.  I can see why *showing* a rape is not good, even when the subjects are paid actors.  However, reading these same topics is only words on paper, and is therefore OK?  What is really worse?  Watching something is easy on the brain – you don’t have to ‘work’ to observe the action, you just look.  On the other hand, reading this same material lets you make these same stories come to life in your mind.  You put faces, bodies, and voices to the action.  You no longer notice that “the 18 year-old babysitter” is a 30-year old woman with that looks young.  That babysitter is the actual babysitter!  Or the girl down the street.  The “girl next door” is no longer a 5-year veteran of XXX action – she honestly *IS* the girl next door.

Whether you equate pornography as a sexual aid, or a replacement for the physical act of sex, it is still involved with physical reationships.  Porn’s listing as a “danger” or “bad thing” is debatable, but used under the wrong circumstances, by the wrong people, it can damage relatonships; without question, it is harmful to some of the people creating it.  A specifically danger is the part of giving substance to the written word.  Most people cannot read something describing physical activity without picturing that same activity.  And what better actor / actress to use than someone the reader is already familiar with?  It’s kind of hard to replace a video or still picture with another body or face.  Most videos and pictures use many special effects, and modified somewhat after shooting.  The text-based format though, has no such limitations.  Anything can be done, regardless if it is physically possible or not.  While making your imagination work is usually good for you, is it just as good if it is used in a way that can be forming a bad habit, or twisting the realm of realism compared to fantasy life?

Some people like reading these stories because it describes fantasies that they would never try in real life.  They live vicariously through these words.  I have seen many men get in trouble by their wives or girlfriends for watching porn.  On the other had, these same women see nothing wrong with reading porn disguised as a romance novel.

Don’t get me wrong, I am not saying we should get rid of pron, regulate it, etc.  Leave it in place, and let everyone who wants to enjoy it do so.  It is still porn, don’t try classifying it as something else.

Equal Rights for Flashing

At a party recently, a few girls flashed their boobs to their friends.  A few guys got a view too, but no one really seemed to mind – especially the guys.  The girls didn’t think it was a big deal, they said “it’s just boobs.”  This started the comparison questions.  Not an argument, no attitudes, just confused. Alcohol was involved, so it got silly too…  (no, not like that!)

When I asked my girl if she would be upset if I flashed my cock-n-balls, she said she would.  She equated it to her giving everyone a view by lifting her dress (sans panties).  Ok, a front view of what is under the undergarments.  Just the reproductive organs  That’s equal.  How about mooning?  Just the cheeks, no hidden surprises.  Well, a rear end is a rear end.  That’s equal.  So what about the boobs?  No, moobs don’t count.  Sorry.  No one likes those.

So what’s the equality for flashing boobs?  Are guys just S.O.L. when it comes to a quick flash?  The girls at the party seemed to think boobs were OK, but nothing else.  I heard some comments about wanting some guys to flash, but their girlfriends immediately said ‘no’ – these were the same girls who had just flashed other people.  It comes down to the equality part they said.  A boob shot does not equal either a crotch shot or a  rear end.  It’s OK for one gender but not the other?

So why is it that it’s OK for girls to flash, but not guys?  In most states, it’s illegal to do, no matter what your gender.  But it’s usually overlooked.  Girls get cheered on by the guys for the show, but guys have girls calling the cops to get arrested for indecent exposure.

Just us girls…

I’m a guy, but i usualy hang out with more girls than guys.  NO, I’m not gay, and NO, i’m not out to make moves on the girls – i just usualy get along better with them.  They are my friends.  Also, my girlfriend likes to brag to her friends about how great of a guy i am, and she tells me that her friends wish they had a guy like me.

Maybe it’s because I’m too mellow, or that I think I’m kinda modest, but usually, i don’t get along with most of my friend’s husbands and boyfriends.  It seems like all of them are arrogant, and they all know everything about everything.  They are the master of every subject, and they are the best at everything.  I know I’m really ignorant of many of the areas they are “genuises” at, and I know I have a lot of faults.  I try, but I really can’t get along with them for very long.  One by one, I get along allright, but get a couple of them together, and within 5 minutes, i get squeezed out since I don’t talk the same and act the same.  So I wander off by myself, and usually end up in the same area as the girls.  I would prefer this wasn’t the case, but I usually work better in situations where I’m accepted.

The problem is  that my girlfriend has seen how this personality trait works out, she is changing.  We have been together for a couple years, but in the past year or so, she has started changing.  Now, she is acting more and more like the guys I can’t hang out with very long.  She’s getting arrogant.  She’s taking stuff for granted.  She’s starting to look down on me; it’s like we are no longer equals but she thinks she is “King Shit of Turd Hill” or something.  She meshes great with the arrogant guy group, but since she’s a girl, she hangs out wiht the girl crowd too.  But she brings the arrogant jerk attitude from one group to the other.  Just like the other group, there can be NO silence – if there is any quiet time, she must take the opportunity to start talking just so she can hear her own voice.  This is so incredibly aggravating!

As much as I hate being branded as being  ‘a girly man’ just for not being a self-centered ass, I think it’s about time to change into that jerk.  I guess the only way for me to get some equality back in my own relationship, I must become an asshole.  No more associating with people where we can just hang out.  No more Mr. Nice Guy.

I think this relationship is on it’s way out, so I guess i will just use it for an experiment. I have already started acting the part of the jerk.  Now I am more important than her.  She’s an after-thought.  It’s perfectly fine for me to throw a fit when she doesn’t like being under my thumb all the time.  It’s OK for do anything I want, without regard for her, whenever I want, and to get mad at her for daring to question me about it.  I am doing my best to be a controlling, arrogant, self-centered jerk.  You know what?  It’s starting to work.  I miss my friends though.

So much for being men and women being equals in the relationship.  The guy can try to make sure they are equals, and the girl will do her best to run everything.  Or, she can get put down into the submissive role. We started out equals, but it turns out she just got power hungry.  She thought anything less than total control equals being a submissive slave.

I talked to a friend of mine a few days ago, and he said he had the same experience.  A few details different, but the same general situation, same general outcome.  Turns out they split up because she couldn’t handle going back to the previous situation.

Moral of the story?  I guess nice guys DO finish last.  Just like in high school, the nice guys got walked all over.  The jocks ruled.  Forget being nice, there is no “equals” in the relationship.  If I’m an ass, now you know why.  I’m tired of this “equal” bull crap.  I win for a while, then you’re gone.  Thanks for the experience.