Hold Still
Copyright© 2026 by annie-52
Chapter 2
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2 - He comes in with his jacket still on and she does not get up. One night in a lit room, on the record: her mouth, her rules, her hand on the lamp when he reaches for it. Then he asks to photograph her, and the asking is the bravest thing either of them does. An explicit story about who holds the shutter.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Exhibitionism Oral Sex Voyeurism 2nd POV AI Generated
He’s got the camera up when I come out of the bathroom and he doesn’t put it down.
“Don’t tell me when,” I say.
“When what.”
“When you take it.”
He lowers the camera an inch and looks at me over the top of it. Then he lifts it again.
“Turn the lamp off,” I say.
He does. Now it’s the streetlight through the window that never shut all the way, cold air coming over the sill, the light lying on the ceiling in bands. A car goes past and the whole room slides.
“On the bed. On your back.”
The sheet’s cold. I put my arms up over my head and stretch out, and he takes his time about it. He shoots the ceiling first, the bands, then down the wall, then me. I can hear him breathing behind the camera and I can hear the little motor when it finds the focus.
“Close your eyes.”
“No.”
“Do it.”
I do it. The room gets bigger. The cold’s on my arm where the light isn’t, and I can’t see where he’s standing, and the shutter goes off and I jump.
“Again,” I say.
He shoots. My hand comes off the mattress and my fingers close on nothing.
“Knees apart.”
“Say please.”
The shutter goes.
I open my knees and keep my eyes shut. His shoe on the floor. Then not. Then the bed dips and his weight comes down beside my hip, and the cold comes up between my legs like the window’s got into the bed with us.
“Spread it.”
My hand goes down, two fingers, and I hold myself open for a camera I can’t see. My face goes hot.
“Say please,” I say.
“Please.”
He shoots it three times and I don’t move my hand.
Then his hand is on my wrist moving mine out of the way, and two fingers go into me with no warning and my hips come off the sheet. I couldn’t brace for it. That was the thing I asked for and I only find it out now, with my eyes shut and my mouth open.