Exhibit A

I was talking to a blogger friend this evening about February Photo Fest, and the difficulty of finding something sexy or erotic to photograph every single day for a month.

“Remember, not every post has to have some deeper meaning,” The Brunette said. “One of the reasons why I really like Livvy’s photos is that they’re often very simple. Classic. Not too much fluff behind them. So snap some pics of your cock and call it a day!”

It was great advice, and not just because it got me out of shooting something elaborate or imaginative. My friend had a follow-up request though (one of which Critique My Dick Pic may not approve…):

“I like ones where your hands aren’t visible – there’s something about the idea of your cock just standing erect on its own…”

After we finished chatting, I played around with a few different options and sent her the best of the bunch. The image below is the one she picked. Her verdict?

“It’s just straight up hot – and you can quote me on that.”

I’ll take it.

I picture you on your knees in the tub in front of me, drenched by the hot river of soap streaming off my body. Your hair is sopping wet, but you look up at the sound of my voice and shake your head till the droplets fly all around us, spattering the wall and the steamed-up shower screen.

“Open your mouth,” I gasp, through the curtain of water covering my face. It’s that oddest of things, a muffled, echoing splash of noise, but you nod solemnly and move closer, your eyes scrunched shut and your lips parted in anticipation.

I wait, and watch your skin gleam white in the gathering mist.

As people who know me well can attest, I don’t always have the world’s best poker face. Whether I’m pleased or annoyed, or just think someone’s talking rubbish, it’s often written across my features in pretty bold text. I can control that when necessary – during an actual game of poker, for example – though even then, friends and family members rarely have much trouble reading between the lines. It’s perhaps a stretch to say I’m an open book, but if you know what to look for I’m not exactly ‘À la recherche du temps perdu’ either…

That’s no less true in bed – and while I think I sometimes ought to be a little more guarded in professional and social situations, sex is one area where a little openness definitely goes a long way. I want my partners to know for an absolute fact that I’m enjoying myself, because that’s a form of reassurance I really value in others; non-verbal feedback is just as important as words of encouragement or other vocal communication*, and in some cases can offer a more immediate, instinctive sign that things are going wonderfully. Or, indeed, that they’re not.

Yesterday’s February Photo Fest post was all about Livvy’s hair – today the focus switches to my own. Not the hair on my head, which is, all things considered, relatively unremarkable. No, this photo shows off an increasingly rare sight: my pubic bush.

I’ve written before about the fact that I like to keep things nice and short down there. I prefer how it feels, especially right after I’ve shaved or trimmed, and I really enjoy the process of doing it (or having it done to me). The hair on my balls can be a bit of a pain to remove, but certainly above and around my cock I find it both relaxing and arousing to trim the wispy curls with a pair of scissors, then strip them away in neat, smooth, methodical rows, till I’m practically bare.