Emma said I could do one erotic photograph of her as long as it didn’t show her breasts or pussy or ass. I agreed because as far as I’m concerned Emma’s elbows and kneecaps are wonderfully erotic as are her ears and chin and eyes and ankles. Not to mention her belly button, her toes, her shoulders and her nose. Just thinking about Emma’s fingers can make me hard.

“So how do you want me?” she asked.

I placed a kitchen chair against the living room wall and hoisted her up. I told her to stand still with her hands across her breasts. Once I was sure she was in good balance I could not resist fondling her bottom and nuzzling her muff. Emma had to remind me that I was supposed to be taking an erotic photograph.

I set the camera on a tripod and adjusted the focus. “Don’t forget your promise,” Emma reminded me.

I uploaded the picture to my computer. The version I showed Emma included everything up to the crux of her cunt.

Emma spent a minute or so studying the photograph. “Nice,” she admitted. “But you know what would have made it more erotic?”

“What?”

“If you had fucked me first, so that we could see some of your cum dripping down.”