Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27763 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27763 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
But I want Lily’s advice on which photos to use for the special album. Right now, they’re just stuffed in an envelope, and some of them are great, but some are not so good. I’d like to ask Mom to help me choose which ones to include in the album, and asking for her advice about this will hopefully help her feel involved in my life. She’ll know that her opinion matters to me.
I look at my phone to check the time – as usual, Lily’s late. She should have been here ten minutes ago. Resisting the urge to call or text to ask if she’s still coming, I focus on the envelope of photos instead. I empty the contents onto a glass coffee table and start to sort through them, beginning by discarding all the photos where I’m mid-blink or with a weird expression.
The photos are in black-and-white, and tastefully shot against a maroon velvet background, with a wooden stool as my only prop. I’m completely naked except for some heavy jet-colored bracelets Alice gave me, and a long, matching ebony necklace that hangs between my boobs, accentuating their enormous size. The dark jewelry sets off my milky skin stunningly, and I have to admit that it’s very erotic.
I choose a photo where I’m sitting on the stool with my legs crossed, my thighs spilling over it slightly, but the focus is on my face and my breasts. I’m looking right in the lens, my lips slightly parted, my nipples hard. My hands are folded demurely in my lap so my arms press my cleavage together a little, swallowing the necklace hanging between them. Logan will like this one, and I set it aside.
In another, I’m leaning on the stool with both my hands, with my legs pressed together as my ass faces the camera. I’m looking over my shoulder at the camera, but my face and most of my body is out of focus. The focus is on my wide ass and the oval shape of my pussy, the cushions of my lips framing my vulva and the little nub of my clit. Logan will be thinking of licking my folds when he sees this, and the thought excites me, so I set this one aside as well. Oh my god, is this wrong? Well, I suppose if it’s for the man you adore, it can’t be that bad.
I’m studying a third photo when the door to the living room opens and Logan’s butler appears.
“Miss Jasmine, your mother is here,” he greets.
Then, in walks Lily through the door with a big smile on her face. Mom looks as beautiful as ever; her long black hair hangs shimmeringly around her face and falls elegantly on her tight summer dress, which hugs her slender figure. Her blue eyes are gorgeously set off by a thick layer of black mascara, and her full lips are covered in tasteful nude lipstick.
“Hi, Mom,” I exclaim, getting up from the couch and heading over to her. I want to give her a hug, but then I remember that we’re not really that close and she might think it’s weird, so I settle for a hand on her shoulder and a gesture towards the couch instead. “How are you?” I ask as we sit down opposite each other. She doesn’t answer, but looks around at the beautiful sitting room instead.
“Hi honey. I’ve always wondered what it looked like in here,” she muses. “I must say, it’s absolutely palatial.” I watch her study the room without comment, patiently waiting for her to turn her attention to our conversation.
“Thanks. You’re looking great,” I try.
“Really?” she replies, finally looking at me. “You look great too.”
“Thanks!” I chirp happily. “How are you? What have you been up to lately?” I hope she’ll fill me in on her movie club and the fun she’s been having with the other women at the estate.
But Lily doesn’t seem to want to chat about that.
“Oh, the usual,” she shrugs simply, dismissively. Then, she turns laser blue eyes back to me. “So things are going well for you then?” At that moment, the butler comes back in, carrying a silver tray with refreshments. “You look right at home.”
“Yes,” I reply with a soft smile. “Logan is wonderful. It’s been a dream staying here.”
There’s silence for a moment as Lily takes a sip from the glass of sparkling water she’s selected from the tray. I shift uncomfortably as a shiver goes up my spine, but try to shake it off.
“I was hoping you could help me with something, actually,” I begin, and nod to the pictures on the coffee table. Mom looks over to where I’m nodding and leans over to take a closer look.
“Is this you?” she asks in amazement. “My goodness!”
“I know,” I say. “I helped out a friend by posing for a project she’s working on, and I want to use the pictures to put together an album for Logan, like a special printed book. I’ve seen an ad online for a company that does them, where all you do is send them your pictures and they print it all on glossy paper. You can design a cover and everything. Then they mail it to you.”