My smartphone has such power, such incredible potential to elicit all kinds of strong feelings in the man I love, who waits so patiently for me. I pick it up, open the camera, and snap a sexy shot of myself posing in the mirror Offering him a glimpse of his wife before she goes to fuck another man.
Once I've got the image I'm happy with, the one I'm sure will send his heart rate soaring, his cock pulsating, I add it to a text message:
Hey hon! How do I look? Just about to start — he seems like a nice guy. Pretty sure he has a nice, big cock.