A tall dark stranger appears at your door.

You're freshly showered and dressed for the day, with your hair brushed and a competent face of light makeup applied. Having no plans to actually leave the house, however, "dressed" today means that you've thrown a white sun dress on over your naked body and have a pair of heels on your feet. You're still getting the hang of walking in them, so you make sure to spend a little time each day in heels around the house. It's actually kind of fun.

After some time poking around on your smartphone, looking at the seemingly endless photos of yourself that you'd found there, you try your hand at some simple poses and snap a few new selfies. They're not great. Apparently there's a bit of a learning curve to actually taking a really good picture of yourself. You'll just add that to the list of things you're working on.

Alongside the cute or flirty pics on the phone, there's a huge number of naked photos, including one that you cannot stop looking at. In it, "you" are lying on your back on a bed wearing nothing but a thin black choker. Your head is tilted back over the edge of the bed and a man's cock is buried all the way down your throat. Both hands are visible in the picture, so it must have been taken by the man fucking your throat.

It's a breathtaking photo. The subject is sexy and feminine, **** but tough. Willing. Powerless. Impressive. It stirs something in you to see yourself in that photo even though you never did that. Longing? Lust? You are the girl in the photo, now, but a part of you wants to really be the girl in that photo.

Feeling wistful, you dig through your belongings until you locate the choker and put it on. It contrasts sharply with the white sun dress, but it makes you feel sexy. And horny. You're definitely going to need to spend some time in the toy room. Maybe see how that one long dildo feels in your throat; you've never tried that before.

But you're interrupted by the chime of a doorbell followed by several quick knocks on the door. Strange, since you hadn't ordered any food or anything, and so far the only visitors you've had have been deliveries. The camera by the front door, however, shows a lone man standing outside. He's dressed well, in a dark suit and white shirt. Dark hair and eyes, tanned skin. Looks Arab, younger than forty, and handsome. He's looking directly into the camera, giving the appearance of staring at you through it, which sends a slight tingle through your lower abdomen.

You press the button to speak to him. "Can I help you?"

He doesn't break eye contact with the camera. "I'd say so. You're in my house. Open the door."

Fuck. What do you do? Wouldn't it be embarrassing to actually meet her? Him? So awkward. But it'd only be fair, right? And you can't deny that his intense expression is playing games with your already-aroused brain.