I tend to take sinful and sexy pictures of myself where I am both seen from favourable angles, and where my look both represents who I am and who I want to be seen as. This picture is somewhat different. I feel exposed sharing it, but I also feel oddly proud. Not because I love what I see, oh no, but because of the intriguing shapes and textures that my body has to offer. There are many interesting tiny details that make this picture a creative whole. There is the bruise on my thigh. The hidden scar from my appendix surgery. The tiny bits of pubic hair I should remove. The shadows, the light, the curves. But most of all: the cum on my naked skin, my belly, my mound, my fingers. Focus on the fingers, covered in sticky seed. I love the feeling of my Master’s hot juices landing on me, it makes me feel owned, used, degraded, but also loved and enough, good enough. But what I don’t like is sticky cum in my belly button! So whenever possible, I cover my belly button before his cum lands on me. I succeeded this time!