I imagine that, when you send me a video of you touching your pussy, of you undressing, of you dressing, that you are doing it for me.
I don’t have space for guile in my understanding of the universe.
If a photo you send me, if a video you send me, is also being sent to some other pervert somewhere else in the world…. this is devastating to me.
I don’t imagine I am the only one for whom you come, for whom you photograph yourself, for whom you film yourself. But I do imagine that, when you are recording yourself for me you are recording yourself for me. And for me alone.
I am always honest with you. I expect you always, always, will be honest with me.