Turning her laptop to me, Emma asked if I liked the picture on the screen.

“Sure, what’s not to like?” I said.

“So you like sex lips like that?” Emma asked.

“Well, maybe they’re not my favorite,” I admitted. “But they look like fun. And the picture is interesting in other ways.”

“Oh?”

“Kind of neat the way her right lip almost touches the bench. And the folds of her dress. And the soft dent of her nipple. I like the colors. I guess most of all, there’s the mystery of who the girl is, and where she is, and what she’s doing.”

“Maybe I’ll find out,” Emma said. “I’m thinking of portalling into the picture.”

While Emma was away, I couldn’t help thinking about a picture I’d prefer to portal into, were I able.

Oh, Emma, how I long to see every aspect of your vulva as you arouse yourself, as you bring yourself to climax. You can see how it excites me. My hope is that with orgasm you can’t maintain your crouch, and you settle sweetly onto my face.

“So, what did you find out?” I asked Emma when she returned.