He politely asked first before sending it and I said, "yes." I waited in anticipation, staring at the ellipses on my text conversation with him. It seemed like an eternity when it finally came through. I held the phone close to my face, my eyes wide open. I enlarged it with my fingers to take in all the details. I put it back to normal scale and pulled the phone away. I looked at it from a distance now. I looked at the other parts of him: the lower part of his abdomen, his hands, his upper thighs, his skin. He had really nice smooth skin. It looked like he moisturized. His hands were nice, a good size for hand holding. His nails were trimmed. I hate long nails on guys. They were clean. This was all good. It meant he had great hygiene habits.
He was wearing boxer briefs. Those are my favorite. They were gray. A nice color choice. His comforter was a beige color, which is classy. It also looked like he made his bed and everything matches! Wait a minute. What's that in the background? Oh my God! I have the same Pier One Imports dresser! That's crazy! We were such a match. What's that picture in the back near his window? I zoom in. Awww!! It's a dog! How cute. I love dogs!
Interesting paint on his walls.... Red. That's a bold color choice. It's kind of sex dungeon bold... I wonder if he's into sex parties or something. That's cool. I mean, not my thing, but I shouldn't judge. Wait. What if he's into leather masks or gag balls or auto-erotic asphyxiation? Whatever. Maybe, he just likes red.
You know what? I like him. I'm going to send him a pic of my right boob--the bigger one. Wait. Wait. WAIT. Why is the sun out in this pic? It's night time. It's dark out. THIS DICK PIC IS NOT IN REAL TIME.
I felt so foolish. This was a recycled dick pic. How many women has he sent it to? Maybe it wasn't even HIS dick. I am so glad I didn't send him my boob pic. Dodged that bullet.